The 1758th Chapter Six Reincarnations (1)

Chapter 1758 Six Paths of Reincarnation (1)

All the way in silence, all the way in the dust, Ye Chen returned to Jie Ming Mountain.

Emperor Huang has been waiting at the top of the mountain, along with Emperor Ming, and the two supreme emperor disciples: Ming Jue and Bai Zhi.

"I've seen senior." Ye Chen stepped forward and bent over.

"You can think about it, once you enter the six realms, you may be lost in reincarnation, which is no different from death." Emperor Hades said leisurely.

"I have to go back when I die." Ye Chen's eyes were very firm.

"The flow of time in the reincarnation of the six realms is different from that in the underworld. One day in the underworld and six hundred years in the six realms, you need to endure loneliness."

"One day in the underworld, six hundred years?" Ye Chen frowned.

"This thing, you have to put it away." Di Huang flicked a storage bag in his hand, "You can only open it after you have truly passed through the six cycles of reincarnation."

"Junior understands." Ye Chen sealed it in Danhai.

"Six paths of reincarnation are isolated from the underworld. Even if we are even venerable, we are beyond our reach. Everything depends on you."

"I will live up to the expectations of my predecessors." Ye Chen handed over again.

"So, let's go!" Both Supremes made a seal with one hand.

Immediately, I saw nothingness tremble, and it was another vortex. It was dark inside, and I felt a trance just by looking at it.

"Treasure all the way." Bai Zhi rarely smiled softly.

"I look forward to seeing you again and fighting with you." Ming Jue smiled and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, the supreme disciple was also refreshing.

Ye Chen smiled casually, stepped out, and soared up.

When he was about to leave, he looked back, glanced at Jie Mingshan, glanced at the underworld, then turned and stepped into the whirlpool.

This time, most of it will be a goodbye, and it will be difficult to see each other again.

When he disappeared, the black vortex slowly converged into the invisible, and the aura overflowing from it was wiped away by Di Huang's hand.

"You think he has a good chance of winning." Emperor Hades said with a smile.

"Ten percent.

"Di Huang didn't even think about it, he gave the answer.

"Oh?" Emperor Hades raised his eyebrows, "I'm very confident in him!"

"Even Chu Ling can put it down. In this world... what kind of barriers are there, he can't break through." Di Huang smiled slightly.

Speaking of Chu Ling, a figure stumbled and climbed up the mountain. It was Chu Ling, with a poignant expression and tearful eyes.

"You're late, he's gone." Bai Zhi whispered.

"Senior, Ye Chen and I, will we meet again in this life?" Chu Ling looked at Di Huang with tears in his eyes.

"Yes." Di Huang smiled warmly, "I will not be in vain if I wait for my efforts. In the future, I will explain it to him personally."

Chu Ling cried, turned around silently, covered her lower abdomen, and comforted her and Ye Chen's children, tears that could not be wiped away.

After she left, Bai Zhi and the underworld both looked at Di Huang suspiciously.

Neither of them were stupid. From the conversation between Di Huang and Chu Ling, they seemed to have heard something, and it seemed that they could break a secret.

"As you think." Di Huang turned around and looked up at Xia Mi, as if he could see Ye Chen's back through nothingness.

Behind him, Bai Zhi and Ming definitely looked at each other and understood.

This is a play, a big play, directed by Emperor Huang and completed by Chu Ling. The so-called Yao and Shun are Emperor Huang.

The purpose of this time is to temper Ye Chen and force him to Nirvana.

The so-called love calamity is to let him let go, and only if he let go of Chu Ling, can it be possible to break through the six reincarnations.

The two were silent, their moods were quite uneasy, and they made waves.

What a cruel love calamity, can you imagine how painful Ye Chen was in those days, it was heartbreaking!

Especially Bai Zhi, it is no wonder that when Ye Chen painted her, he always depicted Chu Ling's appearance. It was too difficult to forget someone.

Facts have proved once again that she... is indeed inferior to Ye Chen.

Regardless of combat power or state of mind, they were all overwhelmed. Her so-called arrogance was a joke in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen appeared again, but on a black scorched earth.

The scorched earth, endless, boundless, the earth is dark, and the sky is dim, giving people a feeling...extremely depressing.

"Is this the Six Paths of Reincarnation?" Ye Chen muttered to himself.

Silence, death-like silence, no mountains and rivers, no flowers and trees, no starry sky, no moon, no life breath, where the eyes are full of black scorched earth.

Ye Chen couldn't find the target, so he had to move forward in one direction.

Under the feet, the scorched earth is loose, step by step, there are often half-covered skeletons, I don't know what age, and how long they have been buried.

In the wind, you can still hear the whining sound, like the whining of a ghost.

Walking here is like walking in a black hole in space, no one is seen, it is lonely and dark, and he is the only one in the whole world.

Looking down at Liudao, he is like a drop in the ocean, small as gravel, lonely, not even a shadow...

One step...two steps...one day...two days...one year...two years....

This walk is too far away, and I don't know how much time has passed.

I only know that one day has passed since he entered the six realms.

One day in the underworld, one hundred years in six realms, that is to say, he has been in the cycle of these six realms for a full...a hundred years.

The flow of time is different from the underworld. Although the underworld is only one day, the hundred years in the six realms have to be spent every minute and every second.

He has never stopped, facing the wind and sand of the years, on the dark and scorched earth, walking alone, even the footprints are weathered.

However, the road ahead is still elusive, with no end in sight.

After a hundred years, the blood was as majestic as the Holy Body, and he became exhausted, his hair was messy, and his clothes were stained with dust.

"Six paths of reincarnation, is it endless loneliness?"

His murmur was the only voice in this world, no one answered, no one spoke, it was terrifyingly quiet.

As Hades said, he needs to be able to endure loneliness.

Time goes by, time flies, and I don't know how long.

He didn't stop until a pass that stretched for thousands of miles in front of him came into view.

For the first time in six hundred years, he stopped and stared silently.

The pass is gigantic and huge, standing under it, like an ant, it is cold and dead, and I don't know how many years it has stood.

In front of the pass, there are two stone statues of ghosts sitting like mountains and mountains.

On the pass, three scarlet characters are engraved: Hell Road.

Ye Chen stood still and looked up at the three characters of Hell Road. The three characters were like three giant mountains, and the momentum was so great that he couldn't breathe.

The realm of hell is the first pass in the cycle of six realms.

With this in mind, he stepped forward and entered the pass.

One step, it really seems to have stepped into hell, the thunder above is raging, and the thunder and lightning are falling, running through the sky and the ground.

Below, the pitch-black sea of ​​fire was turbulent, rolling with turbulent waves, and every wave of fire seemed to be able to swallow the sky and destroy the earth.

When Ye Chen shook his head, he was drowned by the billowing fire.

His palm turned into a knife, split open the sea of ​​​​fire, and rushed out.

Of course, the thunder fell from the sky, and the split was turned over, and the Holy Body was also torn apart, and before it fell, it was engulfed by the sea of ​​fire.

This thunder and fire is very strange, the fire burns the body and the thunder splits the primordial spirit.

His holy body, limbs and bones, internal organs, and eight extraordinary meridians, and even every drop of blood, were burned.

His Primordial Spirit real body, all the time, not tearing.

Even though he had experienced body and soul training, he couldn't resist the pain, and couldn't help roaring.

"The hell of the six reincarnations, the pain of a hundred years of forging."

In the dark, there seems to be an icy sound, resounding through the hell.

a hundred years? Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, but within ten breaths, it was already heartbreaking, let alone a hundred years.

"Is the first pass of the Six Paths of Reincarnation so terrifying?"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and moved forward with difficulty. Every step he took, pained into the bone marrow and into the soul, which was unbearable.

On the top of Jie Ming Mountain, Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang stood quietly.

In front of them, there is a water curtain hanging, and what is manifested in the water curtain is the picture in the six realms of reincarnation.

On the side, Ming Jue and Bai Zhi's faces were extremely pale.

In every second, Ye Chen's holy body is tearing apart, and in every second, his primordial spirit is constantly tearing apart.

This picture, not to mention personally experienced, just looking at it hurts.

It will take another 100 years to complete the torture of people to death? This is only the first level, and the later ones will be even more terrifying.

"Master, is the definition a hundred years? Is it possible to break through in advance?" Ming Jue and Bai Zhi looked at Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang.

"One point is not much, one point is not much, if he can survive for a hundred years without dying, he will be considered a breakthrough." Emperor Hades said leisurely.

Saying that, Emperor Hades glanced at Emperor Huang with an imperceptible glance.

This level, Di Huang has passed through, he should know better than anyone... The terrifying realm of hell, that kind of pain, is too terrifying.

Di Huang didn't say a word, he just watched quietly, the ancient well of God's eyes had no waves.

In the past, he was able to break through, and he firmly believed that Ye Chen could also survive, and he never questioned the younger generation of the Eucharist.

If you can't even break through the hell road, then you will be the one who humiliates the prestige of the Holy Body and kills two emperors in one lifetime, fearlessly moving forward.

In hell, Ye Chen's legs were trembling, and he was still struggling.

When Bai Zhi and the others said a few words, it has been a few years in the hell world, and Lei and Yan have destroyed Ye Chen to the point where he can't see the human form.

Every thunder can leave a scar on his Primordial Spirit, and every flame can make his holy body crack.

Time passes, day after day, year after year.

He was staggering, and the desolate holy body was burned to the ground many times, and the real body of the primordial spirit was annihilated many times.

But he's still standing, legs bent, reborn in the workout

There is no one in hell, no living beings, only thunder and fire.

When he endured the pain of tearing himself, he had to fight against the loneliness for a hundred years. Once his will was wiped out, he was defeated.

I don't know how many years, his eyes have become dull, empty to the point of no emotion, like a walking corpse.

He was in so much pain that he had no pain, day by day, year after year, under the fire of thunder, he forgot the feeling of pain and became accustomed to the pain.

A strong obsession supported him: going home.

Yes, go home, even if you die, the hometown is waiting for him.

The long years, every minute and every second, were like a carving knife, and he was devastated and riddled with holes.

When the black flames were annihilated, when Lingtian thunderbolt no longer slashed, this hundred years of time really ushered in that end.

He walked out and endured the pain of a hundred years of body forging in hell.

The world in front of him is the boundless scorched earth, or the vicissitudes of loneliness. He, like an ant, embarks on a journey again.

Behind him, the hell road collapsed and turned into endless historical dust, as if it had never existed.