Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1765: Six reincarnations (one)

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Silently all the way, all the way to the dust, Ye Chen returned to the realm of the world.

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

"Have seen seniors." Ye Chen stepped forward and leaned over.

"You can think about it. Once you enter the six courses, you may be lost in reincarnation, just like death."

"You must go back to die." Ye Chen glanced, very determined.

"The speed of time in the Six Dao Reincarnations is different from that of the Underworld. One day in the Underworld, six centuries, you need to endure loneliness."

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

"This thing, you have to take it away." Emperor Huang Fushouyi storage bag, "It won't be opened until it actually crosses six reincarnations."

"Younger people understand." Ye Chen sealed it into Core Sea.

"Six-way reincarnation is isolated from the underworld, and we ca n’t even be supreme, and we ca n’t beat it. Everything depends on yourself."

"It must not disappoint seniors' expectations." Ye Chen once again hands over.

"So, let's go on the road!" Both Supremes seal with one hand.

In an instant, there was a trembling of nothingness, and another vortex. It was dark inside. With only one glance, I felt a trance.

"Treasures along the way." Bai Zhi rarely smiled softly.

"Expect to see you again, fight against you." Ming Jue smiled and patted the shoulders of Ye Chen, the supreme apprentice, but also easy.

Ye Chen smiled, stepped out and stepped up.

When he was about to leave, he looked back, glanced at the Netherworld, at the Mansion, and then turned and stepped into the vortex.

Most of this time will be a farewell, and it will be difficult to meet again.

When he disappeared, the black vortex slowly converged into the invisible, and the breath that overflowed inside was also wiped away by Emperor Huang.

"You think he has a good chance of winning." Emperor Ming smiled.

"Ten percent." Di Huang gave the answer without thinking.

"Oh?" Emperor Ming raised his eyebrows, "Who are you confident in him!"

"Even Chu Ling can be let go, this world ... there is nothing else that he can't break through." Di Huang smiled slightly.

Speaking of Chu Ling, a beautiful shadow stumbled up the mountain. It was Chu Ling, expression poignant, whirling eyes.

"You are late, he is gone." Bai Zhi whispered.

"Senior, Ye Chen and me, will I see you again in this life?" Chu Ling's tears dimly, and he hopes to see Emperor Huang.

"Yes." Emperor Huang said with a gentle smile. "I will wait for my efforts, and I will never vain. I will explain to him in person."

Chu Ling cried and turned silently, covering her lower abdomen, calming her and Ye Chen's children, tears that could not be wiped dry.

After she left, Bai Zhi and the Underworld looked at Emperor Huang in doubt.

Neither of them was stupid. From the conversation between Di Huang and Chu Ling, they seemed to hear something and seemed to have broken a secret.

"As you think." Emperor Huang turned around and looked up quietly at Liao, as if he could see the back of Ye Chen through nothingness.

Behind, Bai Zhi and Ming absolutely looked at each other and they understood.

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

This purpose is to temper Ye Chen and force him to nirvana.

The so-called love robbery is to let him put down, and only when he put down Chu Ling, is it possible ... to go through six reincarnations.

The two were silent, and their emotions were not calm, making waves.

What a cruel love robber, can you imagine how painful and painful it was in those days of Ye Chen!

Especially Bai Zhi, no wonder Ye Chen paints her, always depicts Chu Ling, forgetting a person is too difficult.

Facts prove once again that she ... is indeed not as good as Ye Chen.

No matter the combat strength or the state of mind, they are completely crushed. Her so-called arrogance is a joke in front of Ye Chen.

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

Scorched earth, endless, vast and boundless, the ground is dark, and the sky is dim, giving people a feeling ... extremely depressed.

"Is this six reincarnations?" Ye Chen muttered to himself.

Quiet, deadly silence, no mountains and rivers, no flowers and trees, no starry moon, no spiritual energy breath, the eyes are full of black scorched earth.

Ye Chen could not find the target, so he had to follow one side.

Under the feet, the scorched soil is loose, one step at a time, and half-covered bones are seen. I do n’t know what age and how long it was buried.

In the wind, you can still hear howling, such as wailing by a ghost.

Walking here is like walking in a black hole in space, with no shadows, the silence is dull, and the whole world is alone.

Overlooking Liu Dao, he is like a drop in the sea, as small as a gravel, lonely in shape, without 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 six ways.

One day in the underworld, six hundred years, that is to say, he has been in these six reincarnations, and has gone ... 100 years.

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

He never stopped, facing the wind and sand of the years, on the dark scorched soil, lonely forward, even his footprints were weathered.

However, the road ahead is still slim and hopeless.

Centuries, bloody, like a holy body, also became exhausted, with messy hair and dusty clothes.

"Six reincarnations, is it endless loneliness?"

He murmured, but it was the only voice in this world. No one answered, no one spoke, and it was terrible and quiet.

Really, as Emperor Ming said, he needs ... to be lonely.

Time is passing, the years are like a shuttle, and I do n’t know how long it has been.

Until the front, a pass that I don't know how many miles stretched into his eyes, he stopped slightly.

For six hundred years, he stopped for the first time and stared quietly.

The pass is huge and huge, standing under it, like a ants, it is cold and dead, I do n’t know how many years it has stood.

In front of the pass, there are two stone statues of ghosts, like mountains and mountains, fierce gods and evil spirits.

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

Ye Chen stood still, looking up at the three characters of Hell Road, which were like three giant mountains. They were magnificent and overwhelmed him.

The Hell Road is the first pass of the six reincarnations.

Thinking this way, he took steps and entered the pass.

One step, as if stepping into hell, the thunder raged above, and a series of thunder and lightning fell through the sky and earth.

Below, the dark sea of ​​fire was turbulent, tumbling through the stormy waves, and every piece of fire wave seemed to be able to devour the world.

Ye Chen shook his mind, and was overwhelmed by the sea of ​​fire.

He cut into the sea with a knife in his palm and burst out.

Of course, the Thunder came down and turned it over, and the Eucharist opened its flesh, and before it fell, it was swallowed by the sea of ​​fire.

The thunder and fire are very weird. The fire burns the body thunder 'Nascent Divinity'.

His holy body, limbs, viscera, organs, and meridians and eight veins, and even every drop of blood, was burned.

His real 'Nascent Divinity' is not tearing at all times.

Even though he has experienced body refining and soul refining, for a time, it is difficult to resist the pain and snarling that can't help.

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

There seems to be a cold sound resounding in Hell Road.

One hundred years? Ye Chen's eyes are blood-red, but after a dozen breaths, he has pained his heart and tears, let alone a hundred years.

"Is the first level of six reincarnations so scary?"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth and moved forward with difficulty. Every step he took was painful in the bone marrow and painful in Soul.

The top of the Ming Mountain, the Emperor and Emperor Huang, standing quietly.

In front of them, a water curtain hung, and what was manifested in the water curtain was the picture in the six-path samsara.

Beside, Ming Jue and Bai Zhi's complexion is extremely pale.

Every second, the holy body of Ye Chen is flaking, and every second, his 'Nascent Divinity' is constantly tearing.

This picture, Mo said it was personal, and it hurts just to watch it.

It ’s another hundred years. Should we torture people to death? This is only the first level, the latter will be more terrible.

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

"Not many points, many points. If he can survive for a hundred years without dying, then he will be able to break the mark."

As he said, Emperor Xing glanced at Emperor Huang in an inexplicable way.

This level, Di Huang once ran through, he should know better than anyone ... the terrible hell, the pain, too horrible.

Di Huang said nothing, but watched quietly.

In the past, he was able to break through, and he firmly believed that Ye Chen could also be supported. He never questioned the descendants of the Eucharist.

If he ca n’t even pass through the hell, it ’s the one who has insulted the prestige of the Eucharist and killed the two emperors in one life.

Hell, Ye Chen trembles his legs and is still struggling.

Bai Zhi's time for a few words. Hell Road has been a few years. Thunder and inflammation have destroyed Ye Chen's inhuman form.

Every Thunder can leave a Dao injury mark on his 'Nascent Divinity', and every fire makes his holy body crack.

Time passes, day after day, year after year.

He staggering, the ancient body was burned somehow, and the true body of 'Nascent Divinity' was destroyed many times.

But he was still standing, his legs were bent, and he was born again in a forge

There is no one in hell, no creatures, only thunder.

When he endured the pain of tearing his body, he even had to fight against the centuries of loneliness. Once his will was destroyed, he was defeated.

I do n’t know how many years, his eyes have become wooden, empty and without emotion, just like walking dead.

He is so painless, day by year, under the fire of thunder, he forgets the feeling of pain and gets used to it.

A strong obsession makes him move forward: go home.

Yes, go home and die, and you have to go back home. Your hometown is waiting for him.

The long years, every minute and every second, are like a carving knife, and he has been engraved with scars and holes.

When the black flames are annihilated, when Ling Heavenly Thunder Ting is no longer chopping, this end of the century has really ushered in.

He walked out and withstood the pain of forging his body for centuries.

The world in front of me is boundless scorched earth or vicissitudes of loneliness. Like the ants, he embarks on a journey again.

Behind, the **** road collapsed and turned into an endless historical dust, just like it, it never existed.