Chapter 1063 Chen Yang!

Chen Yang doesn't want to die!

Even though he still told himself that this is an illusion, Chen Yang still chose to resist when the other party pinched him, the feeling of suffocation and the breath of death came.

Two people with imprisoned cultivation bases and no magic power started a fight in this cave-like hiding place, and Chen Yang won in the end.

He blinded one eye and broke the young man's neck as a price.

It's just that the young man's eyes before he died, the sadness revealed and the last words before his death made Chen Yang froze there.

"You will soon understand whether it is true or not."

These words echoed in Chen Yang's mind until midnight of the day, and the picture that appeared in Chen Yang's mind for the first time did not show the death of relatives or friends, but an old man appeared instead.

Chen Yang has never seen this old man, but he has seen the statue of him. He is... the creator of the Holy Sect, one of the only six immortals in the universe, and members of the Sacred Sect, all call him the ancestor of the Holy Immortal.

"Everyone who participates in this game and completes a request can see this projection of the old man!"

"Don't question, and don't bring expectations. This is not a trial, nor a test. What you see is real. If you see the death of a relative or friend, it is a real death."

"Believe it or not, for yourself, if you don't want to participate, you can just commit suicide or be killed by others, but if you want to continue to participate, then when you kill a hundred people, I will tell you some answers you want to know."

"By analogy, I will tell you part of the answer at every node of a thousand people, ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, one million people, and even ten million people, until the end... I don't know who is qualified, from this old man , get a complete answer!"

The picture disappeared, and Chen Yang stood there blankly, silent for a long, long time, until finally, he walked out of the hiding place. At this time, his eyes still had the light from the past. have.

A few days later, almost 90% of their group of one hundred people died. At this time...another group of one hundred monks descended on this bloody prison.

So a new killing started again, one day, one!

And every few days, a hundred people will come again, making the color of this blood prison slowly and completely turn into blood, and even the ground has gathered into blood mud, stench, decay, and the breath of death are constantly flowing here. Diffusion, deeper and deeper.

As if there is no end, as if it will never appear, there is only one living person left here, because within a day, when one person kills the second person, there will be an invisible force descending, weakening the killer again and again, making The murderer is getting weaker and weaker, it is difficult to continue, and he can only be killed by the person who has the killing quota that day!

Over and over again, more than a nightmare.

Days passed like this day by day, Chen Yang's ears were gone, a hideous scar appeared on his nose, and one leg was limped.

These prices were exchanged for the figure of the Holy Immortal that reappeared in his mind after he finally killed a hundred people.

"What is life? Juniors who can hear the old man's words, you can think carefully, and the old man will tell you my opinion when there are thousands of people."

The screen disappeared, only this sentence.

In Chen Yang's only right eye, the light that used to exist is running out, because after hearing this sentence and seeing the figure of the saint, the price he paid was not only himself, but also during this period of time, his Several times due to various accidents, after the killing was not completed, the tragic death of relatives came to mind again and again.

His mother died, his grandfather died...

Every time a relative dies, the light in his eyes will disappear a little bit. Days like this continue to pass by and go round and round. I don’t know how long it has passed. One day, the picture of Chen Yang’s last relative dying appeared in his mind. , The light in his eyes was like a weak flame, as if it could be completely extinguished at any time.

At this time, in the prison that was filled with blood and even himself was stained red, Chen Yang saw the figure of the saint for the third time and heard his words.

"Life... is illusory, it's just a joke, just like the time in this universe is running out, and there are still thirty years before it will die and be restarted... And we need a ceremony, A... ritual to slaughter the gods!"

This time, there was too much information contained in the voice of the saint, but it fell into Chen Yang's ears, and his expression did not change, because in this small bloody prison, after a few days, he came again. Among the monks, I saw a... familiar figure.

"Little Junior Sister..." This is the first sentence Chen Yang uttered after the first murder. His expression also trembled with the appearance of the figure and the utterance of the words. The light regained its light, and the longing appeared again in the change.

Two people who once had a marriage contract met again in this bloody hell. Although there should be no warmth here, the appearance of the little junior sister gave Chen Yang's almost withered life more motivation to work hard Live, because... that is his hope!

cling to each other.

The arrival of the little junior sister told him everything. As the saint said, his relatives had all died, and the outside world had also undergone earth-shaking changes. Planets began to collapse without any sign.

Countless lives are going crazy for no reason, and the entire universe seems to be trembling...

Chen Yang was silent, he didn't want to think about the outside world anymore, he just wanted to stay here with his junior sister and work hard until death came.

But things are often different from what he thinks. Although the two of them are very powerful, as time goes by, Chen Yang has more and more injuries. Although his cultivation is recovering, but But it was not as serious as the injury, and the Scarlet Prison he was in was finally opened one day.

Because he did it, and before the next batch of descendants appeared, there was only one living person left in the Scarlet Prison. This was not because of his actions, but because...another person committed suicide.

This other person is the little junior sister.

"Eldest brother, the Scarlet Prison has been opened, let me help you go and see what's going on in this world...this universe." This was the soft murmur of the little junior sister before committing suicide.

Holding the body of his little junior sister, Chen Yang cried loudly, his body trembled violently, and the pain was getting deeper and deeper, continuously accumulating and breaking out in his heart.

At the same time, he also saw the bloody prison he was in. After opening it, a bloody world appeared in front of him... This world, vast and boundless, was filled with a sea of ​​blood, and this sea of ​​blood was formed because of countless In the clear island, the blood that flowed out gathered together.

The Scarlet Prison is just a small island, and outside the prison...is a bigger heaven and earth prison, still bloody, still hopeless.

Killing... is still there, the rules, the same has not disappeared, every day, kill one.

As for the objects, they are the monks who walked out of their respective islands, because there are too many islands here, and the number of monks... Chen Yang couldn't count, but he already understood one thing, this time the so-called game, not only It is the Holy Sect, but all the sects, and all the younger generations have been sent in one after another.

If you don't kill, because you have no relatives to die, all the punishment becomes the tearing pain from your own soul.

It's torture!

Because in this larger prison, although there are a lot of monks, each of them is struggling from the killing, and no one will be killed easily.

So more time, most people are in a state of being punished. The body, soul, and everything are tearing apart and in severe pain.

"What's going on with all this..." Chen Yang didn't know how long he could hold on, and he didn't even know what he was holding on to. How many times he thought about committing suicide.

"Maybe, I want to hear the answer!"

Time passed slowly in his pain, because Chen Yang couldn't complete the task for a long time, after Chen Yang's severe pain reached a certain level, his other eye lost all its light.

The whole world should have turned black in his eyes, but after losing his eyes, what Chen Yang saw was the color of blood, thick and insoluble.

But he still persisted, for a long time, for a long time... until Chen Yang's arms were melted, half of his body was rotted, he could only be soaked in the sea of ​​blood, the pain was hard to describe in words, but he was still alive and did not go to the hospital. Choose suicide.

Although the voice of the saint has never appeared again, it seems that this place has been forgotten...

Until I don't know how long it has passed, the other half of his body has also rotted, and only half of the head is left in the whole body. He should have died, but he is still alive in this strange state!

At this time, a cold voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Everyone is dead, why do you insist?"

"Because I have resentment in my heart, resentment towards the saints, resentment towards everyone, resentment towards this world, resentment towards this universe..."

"I hate this world, I hate all life, I hate my fate!!"

"So... I want to live, I want to see the shattering of this universe with my own eyes!!" Chen Yang didn't know what he was talking about, he only knew that he was crazy.

The cold voice was silent for a long time, like a year, like ten years, like a hundred years, before it came again.

"The Six Immortals of this universe want to create a weapon that can kill me and resolve the restart of the universe, so there is the bitter grievance of you and other sentient beings..."

"The six of them failed, and you... were not their choice, and have been forgotten here. It's a pity that these six people are stupid and chose the wrong target. Otherwise, you, who have reached such a level of resentment, might really be able to kill me..."

"But in the end, your resentment and hatred have a cause and effect with me... I don't know what kind of personality I will have when I wake up in the next life. It may be the same as this life, or it may become extremely kind, but I think... If you become A weapon might be interesting."

"A weapon that can kill me, a weapon that gathers all your hatred and resentment."

"I'm looking forward to it." As the voice echoed, a force gathered from all directions, swept over Chen Yang's wreckage, and swept away his consciousness. At this moment, Chen Yang couldn't see the world he was in. When the eyes are still there, they are completely different.

It is pitch black here, like the universe, but without color, like a starry sky, but without stars, there is only nothingness, and in that nothingness... there is a figure of a woman in a white palace dress.

This woman has a peerless appearance, and she stands there leisurely, holding an illusory book in her hand. She raises her hand at this moment and turns over the page in front of her. On this page, there are pictures of sentient beings, which seem to represent everything in this universe.

But now, as she turned the page, it seemed that this page was about to be turned, but at this moment, the woman's hand stopped suddenly.

"It seems... I've seen that somewhat special soul before..." The woman frowned, and after careful consideration, she sighed softly.

"It turned out to be it..." Muttering, the woman's eyes showed a flash of memory.