The sky is dark, the earth is vast, and his back is desolate and lonely.
Time, for him, has no concept. What remains in the six paths is only footprints buried in the years.
He just buried his head and drooped his eyes and walked quietly without saying a word.
This time, the road he took was as far away as boundless.
Years like a knife, in his body, engraved a trace, each knife, each, 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 looked up again: Hungry Ghost road.
For a moment, he was silent and stepped in.
Immediately, they heard the howling of evil spirits, such as mountains and seas.
In front of him, there was a frightening scene. As far as I could see, all the starving ghosts were as thin as firewood, with their arms drooping.
Their eyes, are greedy and bloodthirsty, licking the scarlet head, flowing bloody saliva, toward Ye Chen.
Ye Chen frowns, palm secret evolution, ready for war.
However, before he left, there was an inexplicable force that bound him, and even his magic power was sealed.
"Six reincarnation of the hungry ghost Road, a hundred years of suffering."
It was the ethereal sound again, cold and dead, resounding through the world.
His body was incarcerated, unable to move, without a trace of magic power, only a wisp of wind blowing him to the sky.
The hungry ghost came up and surrounded him, layer by layer.
Endless hungry ghosts, biting his flesh, drinking his blood, gnawing at his bones, sucking his marrow.
Ye Chen''s eyes are red with blood. If you want to talk, you can''t move, but you can''t help but watch yourself gnawing.
This is a bloody picture, bloody shocking, bone, meat, blood, all become the food of hungry ghosts.
The cruelest is not these, but ye Chen''s body is eaten up, and his flesh and blood are reborn and continue to be gnawed.
It''s like an endless cycle.
And he had to watch, to suffer a hundred years of gnawing, unable to move, unable to resist, had to passively accept.
Yumingjie, yumingkou.
That picture, too bloody and too disgusting, Emperor''s apprentice, high above, she has never seen such a battle.
On one side, the face of Ming Jue is also red. Although we try to suppress it, we still have the impulse to vomit.
Across the water curtain, they both seemed to be able to hear the hungry ghost chewing Ye Chen''s flesh and blood and bones, full of magic.
One hundred years, this pain, ye Chen need to suffer a hundred years.
This year, just imagine, make people feel desperate.
Compared with the two of him, the Ming emperor and the Emperor Huang were more calm and looked at the supreme level. What scene had not been seen.
In particular, the Ming emperor witnessed the emperor''s famine being eaten.
The emperor, who once blocked the five emperors in the edge of the universe, has entered the six reincarnations, and is equally powerless to resist.
Today''s Ye Chen, and the past emperor famine, how similar.
After slaughtering two emperors, they are still the food of hungry ghosts.
Hungry ghost way, ye Chen''s eyes, and become dull and empty, to resist the look, also disappeared without a trace.
He didn''t close his eyes, he would open like that, looking at nothingness.
I don''t know what pain is. What about being eaten by a hungry ghost.
All he knew was that he wanted to go home. The six reincarnation hungry ghosts could not frighten him or erase his obsession of returning to his hometown.
Day by day, year by year, quietly passing in the long time.
A hundred years of time, once again... Ushered in the end.
When the hungry ghost dispersed, when the howl annihilated, the power that bound him also dissipated. In the past 100 years, his time has passed, and ten years of World War I, he has been covered with scars.
The ghost of Shura came again and again, and was killed and retreated by him again and again, and drowned him again and again, but he rushed out again and again, fell down again and again, and climbed up from the blood again and again.
His blood red eyes, even more Xiuluo, clothes, hair, face, palm, body, were dyed blood red.
Compared with Shura, he is more like Shura, that is, a bloody man who rushes to kill in the sea of blood, like a madman, indefatigable.
Time, has no concept; pain, has long been forgotten.
Jieming mountain, quiet, all quietly looking at the water curtain.
The supreme state of mind, static as water, mingjue and Angelica dahurica, pale and bloodless, has long been unable to bear to look directly.
Where is still a person, blood and bone exposed, the body is dilapidated, in the fight with the Shura ghost, death is not willing to fall.
How strong is his mind? Is his heart made of stone? A hundred years, how can it hold up.
Mingjue and Angelica dahurica, are drooping eyes, if it is them, already fell, a hundred years! What a long time.
Ye Chen once again fell in a pool of blood, submerged by the sea of blood.
After fighting for many years without stopping, he was tired and staggered to his feet, covered with blood."Go home, I want to go home." He had only one arm, still holding the sword, staggering and slashing wildly.
There is no light in his eyes, or he is dead.
It''s still killing. It''s the immortal obsession that supports it.
The years are long, a hundred years of time, and ushered in the focus.
He fought for a hundred years. He fought fiercely for a hundred years. Finally, all the shuras turned into blood and water. The towering Shura pass collapsed in a wisp of wind.
On the scorched earth, he staggered along. Behind him, there was a road of blood, and the bloody footprints were shocking.
His back, or so lonely, bleak vicissitudes.
The way home, how long, actually a young man, born grinding so old, all over the scars.