Banished Disciple’s Counterattack Chapter 1766: Six reincarnations (2)

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The sky is dark and the earth is dark, his back is lonely.

Time, as far as he is concerned, has no concept. Those who remain in the six Dao, only one footprint, are buried in the years.

He just bowed his head and walked quietly without saying a word.

This time, he walked far, far to boundless.

Years are like carving knives. On him, there are traces of every trace. Every knife and every trace is a vicissitude of life.

In the distance, the ancient pass reappeared, crossing thousands of miles of things, bloody, cold and majestic, blocking his way.

In a hundred years, he looked up again: the hungry ghost said.

Stopping for a moment, he silently stepped in.

Soon, he heard howling the evil spirits, like a row of mountains coming down the sea.

In front of me, there was a scary scene, and as far as I could see, the hungry ghosts were all skinny, arms folded.

In their eyes, they are all greedy and bloodthirsty, licking the scarlet head with **** saliva and rushing towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen frowned, palm Secret Laws evolved, ready to fight.

Of course, before he left, there was an inexplicable power manifested, binding his body, and even the Magic Power was also sealed.

"The hungry ghosts in the six reincarnations, the bitter bitterness of a century."

It's that lingering voice again, cold and silent, resounding through the world.

The body was imprisoned, unable to move, and there was no trace of Magic Power. Only a gust of wind blew him, blowing him upside down.

The hungry ghost pounced up and surrounded him, layer after layer.

Endless hungry ghosts, eating his flesh, drinking his blood, eating his bones, sucking his marrow.

Ye Chen's eyes are blood-red, and he can't move, but he can't move, but he can only watch and eat ...

This is a **** picture, **** and shocking, bones, meat, blood, all become food for hungry ghosts.

The cruelest thing is not this, but the body of Ye Chen is eaten up, the flesh and blood are born again, and continue to be eaten up.

So reciprocating, never ending, like an endless loop.

And he had to watch, to suffer a hundred years of nibbling, unable to move, unable to resist, had to passively accept.

Well, Bai Zhi covered the jade mouth in the Underworld Realm.

The picture is too **** and disgusting. The emperor ’s disciple is high above her. Why has she seen such a battle.

On one side, the dark face was also suffocated with redness. Although he tried to suppress it, he still had the urge to vomit.

Across the water curtain, both of them seemed to be able to hear the sound of hungry ghosts chewing on Ye Chen flesh and bones, full of magic.

One hundred years, this pain, Ye Chen has to suffer a hundred years.

This age, just imagination, makes people feel desperate.

Compared to the two of them, Emperor Hades and Emperor Famine are calmer, looking quietly, supreme level, have n’t seen any scenes.

Especially Emperor Ming, who witnessed Emperor Huang being eaten by his own eyes.

Tang Tang Emperor, the ruthless man who once blocked the five emperors on the edge of the universe, entered six reincarnations, and was equally powerless to resist.

The Ye Chen today is very similar to the former Emperor Famine.

How about slaughtering the two emperors, still the food of hungry ghosts.

The hungry ghost said, Ye Chen's eyes became empty, and the expression who wanted to resist also disappeared without a trace.

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

I do n’t know what pain is anymore, but what about being eaten by hungry ghosts.

All he knows is that he is going to go home. The hungry ghosts of six reincarnations will not scare him, nor will he erase his obsession with returning to his hometown.

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

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

When the hungry ghost disperses, until the wailing annihilates, the power that binds him also dissipates, and he gets up for the first time in 100 years.

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

Go on the road, go on the road again, staggering, shaking.

Since he came, the underworld has been three days, and the six Dao have been three hundred years. The long years and endless loneliness have overwhelmed him.

For a long time, the third pass has come into view.

The three characters of Xiuluo Dao, scarlet and huge, stained with the wind and dust of the years, were also stained with blood, and the plumes flowed, which was very dazzling.

Ye Chen didn't stay at all, and took a heavy step into the pass.

Into the eyes, there is a **** sea, the sea is calm, without waves, only bloody, and the blood mist is surging.

"Sura Road of Six Reincarnations, Wounded by Hundred Years of Vicious War."

It's still that lingering voice, cold and silent, resounding through the world.

The words fall, the calm sea is not calm, and all the blood people crawl out of the sea, **** blood and **** eyes.

That is really a shura, showing white teeth, licking scarlet tongue, **** eyes glowing with bloodthirsty light.

Sura ’s ghosts are endless, roaring, wailing, and roaring, rushing to Ye Chen, squinting and bloody.

Ye Chen said nothing, and pulled out the Yinming Sword, clasping his hands tightly.

In six hundred and three hundred years, a hundred years of hungry ghosts, a hundred years of hell, a hundred years on the road, the silent blood boils.

"Kill!" roared with hoarse, hoarse and vicissitudes.

He rushed out, dripping with sea of ​​blood, with the heads of Shura, split by the head, blood ... splashing his body.

He fell to Shura and did n’t enter the sea of ​​blood, but he quickly stood up again and could n’t kill him.

Ye Chen is like crazy, holding a killing sword, and has no way to deal with it. Only the sword rises and falls, without tire.

Time went by, and after ten years of war, he was covered with scars.

The Shura ghost rushed again and again, was killed and repelled by him, and drowned him again and again, but he was 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 Shura, his clothes, hair, face, palms, and body were dyed blood-red.

Compared to Shura, he is more like Shura. He is a blood man, rushed in the sea of ​​blood, like a lunatic, tireless.

Time has no concept; pain has long been forgotten.

The Boundary Mountains are silent, looking quietly at the water curtain.

The supreme state of mind, Jing Ruo Ru Zhishui, Ming Jue and Bai Zhi, his face pale white has no blood, and he ca n’t bear to look straight.

Where is still a person, blood bones exposed, broken body, fighting with Shura ghost, will not fall down.

How strong is his idea, is his heart made of stone? How can it be sustained in a hundred years?

Ming Jue and Angelica dahurianus have their eyes down. If they were replaced by them, they would have fallen down. What a century! How long.

Ye Chen fell into the pool of blood again and was submerged by the sea of ​​blood.

I have been fighting for some years without stopping. He was tired, and he stood up swaying, covered with blood.

"Go home, I want to go home." He only has one arm left, still holding a sword, striding staggeringly, chopping wildly.

His eyes, no more light, or that he is dead.

It is still killing today, all supported by the undead obsession.

Years of time, a century of time, ushered in the key point again.

He has fought for a hundred years, a century of fierce fighting, and finally he survived. All the asuras turned into blood, and the majestic asura pass, collapsed in a cloud of wind.

On the scorched earth, he stumbled, but behind him was a **** road, **** footprints, all shocking.

His back is still so lonely and bleak.

How long is the road home, so that a young person is so old and scarred.