The 1750th Chapter Six Reincarnations (2)

Chapter 1759 Six Paths of Reincarnation (2)

The sky was dark, the earth was vast, and his back was bleak and lonely.

Time, as far as he is concerned, has no concept, and what remains in the Six Paths are only footprints, which are buried in the years.

He just lowered his head and lowered his eyes, walking quietly, without saying a word.

This time, the road he took was far, far and boundless.

Years are like a carving knife, and there are traces carved on him. Every knife and every path is a touch of vicissitudes.

In the distance, the ancient pass reappeared, traversing thousands of miles from east to west, bloody, cold and majestic, blocking his way.

One hundred years later, he raised his head again: Hungry Ghost Road.

For a moment, he stopped silently and stepped in.

Immediately, I heard the wailing of the evil ghost, as if it was overwhelming.

In front of him is a terrifying scene. As far as the eye can see, there are all skinny hungry ghosts with drooping arms.

In their eyes, they were all greedy and bloodthirsty, licking their scarlet heads, drooling with blood, and rushing towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen frowned, the secret method in his palm evolved, and he was ready for the battle.

However, before he could leave, an inexplicable force manifested, bound his body, and even his mana was sealed.

"The Hungry Ghost Realm of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is a hundred years of suffering."

It was that ethereal sound again, cold and dry, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

His body was imprisoned, he couldn't move, he had no mana at all, only a gust of yin wind blew him to the sky and fell to the ground.

The hungry ghost rushed up and surrounded him, layer by layer.

The endless hungry ghosts bit his flesh, drank his blood, gnawed at his bones, and sucked his marrow.

Ye Chen's eyes were blood red, he couldn't speak, he couldn't move, but he could only watch... watching being eaten by himself.

This is a bloody picture, the blood is shocking, bone, flesh, blood, all become the food of hungry ghosts.

The cruelest is not these,

But Ye Chen's body was eaten up, and the flesh and blood were reborn and continued to be eaten.

It goes back and forth, never ending, like an endless loop.

And he had to watch, he was going to suffer for a hundred years, unable to move, unable to resist, and had to passively accept it.

Well, at the top of Mingshan Mountain in the underworld, Bai Zhi covered Yukou.

That picture was too bloody and disgusting. The emperor's disciple was so high above, she had never seen such a battle.

On one side, Ming Jue's face was also flushed red. Although he tried his best to suppress it, he still had the urge to vomit.

Across the water curtain, the two of them seemed to be able to hear the sound of the hungry ghost chewing Ye Chen's flesh and bones, which was full of magic.

One hundred years, this pain, Ye Chen needs to suffer for one hundred years.

This age, just imagining it, makes people feel desperate.

Compared to the two of them, Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang were much calmer, watching quietly, at the supreme level, they had never seen any scenes.

Especially the Emperor Hades, who had personally witnessed Emperor Huang being eaten.

The dignified emperor, the ruthless man who once blocked the five emperors in the cosmos, has entered the cycle of reincarnation, and is equally powerless to resist.

Ye Chen today is very similar to the Emperor Huang of the past.

What if two emperors have been slaughtered, they are still the food of hungry ghosts.

Hungry Ghost Road, Ye Chen's eyes became dull and empty again, and the look of resistance disappeared without a trace.

He didn't close his eyes, he opened them like that, looking at nothingness.

I don't know what pain is, and what about being eaten by hungry ghosts.

All he knew was that he was going home, and the hungry ghosts of the six realms of reincarnation could not scare him or erase his obsession with returning to his hometown.

Day by day, year by year, quietly passed in the long.

One hundred years, once again... ushered in the end.

When the hungry ghost dissipated, and the wailing sound was annihilated, the power that bound him also dissipated, and he stood up for the first time in a hundred years.

The Hungry Ghost Dao collapsed suddenly, and it was a dark and scorched earth again.

On the road, on the road again, staggering, wobbly.

Since he came, it has been three days in the underworld and three hundred years in the six realms. Long years and endless loneliness have drowned him.

I don't know how long, the third pass has come into view.

The three words of Shura Road are scarlet and huge, stained with the dust of the years, and also soaked with blood, and the strands are flowing, which is very dazzling.

Ye Chen didn't stop at all, and stepped into the pass with heavy steps.

Into the eyes, is a bloody sea, the sea is calm, no waves, only bloody smell, merged into a blood mist in the turbulent.

"The Asura Road of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the wounds of a hundred years of fierce battles."

It was still that ethereal sound, cold and dry, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

After the words fell, the calm sea was not calm. One by one, bloody people crawled out of the sea, bloody clothes and bloody eyes.

It was really a head of Shura, showing his white teeth, licking his scarlet tongue, and his blood-colored eyes glowed with bloodthirsty light.

There are countless Shura ghosts, roaring, wailing, roaring, overwhelmingly flocking to Ye Chen, their eyes bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

Ye Chen said nothing, took out the Yin Ming sword, and clenched his hands tightly.

Three hundred years into the six realms, one hundred years in the realm of hungry ghosts, one hundred years in the realm of hell, one hundred years on the road, the silent blood boils.

"Kill!" A roar roared, hoarse and vicissitudes.

He rushed out, dripping with blood, Shura head to head, was slashed head to head, blood... splashed all over his body.

He fell down and fell into the sea of ​​blood, but soon stood up again. He couldn't finish killing him, and it was still overwhelming.

Ye Chen was like crazy, holding the killing sword, his shots were out of order, only the sword rose and fell, and he was tireless at all.

Time passed, ten years of World War I, and he was covered with scars.

The Asura ghost rushed over again and again, was killed by him again and again, drowned him again and again, but was also rushed out by him again and again, fell down again and again, and climbed up from the blood again and again.

His blood-red eyes were even more like Shura, and his clothes, hair, face, palms, and body were all dyed blood-red.

Compared to Shura, he is more like Shura, a bloody man, rushing to kill in the sea of ​​blood, like a lunatic, tireless.

Time has no concept; pain has long been forgotten.

Jie Mingshan, silent, all quietly looking at the water curtain.

The supreme state of mind, as still as still water, Ming Jue and Bai Zhi, their faces were pale and bloodless, and they couldn't bear to look directly at them.

Where is he still alone, his blood and bones are exposed, his body is shattered, he is fighting with Asura ghosts, and he will not fall down even if he dies.

How strong is his mind, is his heart made of stone? One hundred years, how could it last.

Ming Jue and Bai Zhi both lowered their eyes, if it were them, they would have already fallen, a hundred years! What a long time.

Ye Chen fell into a pool of blood again and was submerged in a sea of ​​blood.

After fighting for an unknown number of years, without stopping, he was tired and staggered to his feet, blood dripping all over his body.

"Go home, I want to go home." He only had one arm left, still holding the sword, staggering and slashing frantically.

There was no divine light in his eyes, or, in other words, he was dead.

It is still killing, all supported by the obsession of immortality.

Years have passed, and a hundred years have ushered in the key point again.

He fought for a hundred years, and fought fiercely for a hundred years, and finally survived. All the Shura turned into blood, and the majestic Shura road collapsed in a ray of yin wind.

On the scorched earth, he staggered, and behind him was a bloody road, and the bloody footprints were shocking.

His back is still so lonely, bleak and vicissitudes.

The way back home, how long, actually turned a young and young person into such an old man with scars all over his body.