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

Time, for him, has no concept, and what remains in the six realms is only footprints, buried in the years.

He only buried his head and lowered his eyes, walked quietly without saying a word.

This time, the path he walked was far away and boundless.

The years are like a carving knife, and on him, a trace has been carved, and every knife, every way, is a touch of vicissitudes.

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

A hundred years later, he raised his head again: the hungry ghost road.

After a moment's pause, he was silent and stepped in.

Immediately, I heard the wailing of evil spirits, like a mountain and a sea.

In front of him, there was a terrifying scene, and everywhere he could see, there were hungry ghosts as thin as wood, his arms drooping.

Their eyes were greedy and bloodthirsty, licking their scarlet heads, drooling blood, and rushing towards Ye Chen.

Ye Chen frowned, the palm secret method evolved, and he was ready to fight.

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

"The hungry ghost path of the six reincarnations, the suffering of gnawing at the body for a hundred years. ”

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

His body was imprisoned, he couldn't move, he didn't have a trace of mana, only a wisp of yin wind blew him, blowing him to the sky.

The hungry man pounced on him and surrounded him, layer upon layer.

Endless hungry ghosts gnawed at 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... Watch being eaten by yourself.

It was a bloody picture, bloody and shocking, and bones, flesh, and blood had become food for hungry ghosts.

The most cruel thing is not these, but Ye Chen's body was eaten up, and his flesh and blood were reborn and continued to be eaten.

And so on and on, endlessly, like an endless loop.

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

Hmm, on the top of the underworld mountain, Bai Zhi covered the jade mouth.

That picture is too bloody and disgusting, the emperor's disciple, high up, how could she have ever seen such a battle.

On one side, the face of the dark is also red, although I try to suppress it, I still have the urge to vomit.

Through the water curtain, both of them seemed to be able to hear the sound of hungry ghosts chewing Ye Chen's flesh and bones, full of magical power.

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

This number of years, just imagining, makes people feel desperate.

Compared with the two of them, the Emperor of the Underworld and the Emperor Huang are much calmer, looking at them quietly, the supreme level, I have never seen any scenes.

Especially the Emperor of the Underworld, who has witnessed the emperor being eaten.

The dignified emperor, the ruthless man who once blocked the five emperors at the edge of the universe, entered the six realms of reincarnation, and he was also powerless to resist.

Today's Ye Chen is very similar to the emperor famine in the past.

What if you have slaughtered two emperors, it is still the food of hungry ghosts.

The hungry ghost said, Ye Chen's eyes became wooden and hollow again, and the look of wanting to resist disappeared without a trace.

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

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

He only knew that he was going home, and the hungry ghosts of the six realms of reincarnation could not scare him, nor could they erase his obsession with returning to his hometown.

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

One hundred years later, again... The end of the road has arrived.

When the hungry ghost dispersed, when the howl was annihilated, the power that bound him also dissipated, and he got up for the first time in a hundred years.

The Hungry Ghost Road collapsed violently, and it was pitch black again.

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

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

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

The three characters of Shura Dao, scarlet and huge, stained with the dust of the years, are also soaked in blood, and the wisps are flowing, which is very dazzling.

Ye Chen did not stop at all, and stepped into the pass with heavy steps.

In the eye, there is a bloody sea, the sea surface is calm, there are no waves, only bloody gas, converging into a bloody mist surging.

"The six realms of reincarnation of the Shura Dao, the wounds of a hundred years of fierce battles. ”

It's still that ethereal sound, cold and silent, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

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

It was really a Shura, showing white teeth, licking a scarlet tongue, and blood-colored eyes glowing with bloodthirst.

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

Ye Chen was silent, pulled out the Yin Sword, and clenched his hands.

Three hundred years into the six paths, a hundred years of hungry ghost paths, a hundred years of hell roads, a hundred years on the road, the silent blood, boiling.

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

He rushed out, dripping with a sea of blood, one Shura after another, and was chopped down by one head, blood... Splattered all over his body.

fell Shura and didn't enter the sea of blood, but he quickly stood up again, and he couldn't finish killing, and he was still overwhelming.

Ye Chen was like crazy, holding the killing sword, and his shots were disorderly, only the sword rose and fell, as if he was tireless.

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

The Shura ghost pounced again and again, was killed and repelled by him, and drowned him again and again, but he was also rushed out again and again, fell down again and again, and got up from the blood again and again.

His blood-red eyes were even more than Shura's, 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 madman, tireless.

Time has no idea, and pain has long been forgotten.

The Stygian Mountain, silent, all quietly looking at the water curtain.

The state of mind of the Supreme is as still as water, and it is absolutely with Angelica Angelica, his face is pale and bloodless, and he can't bear to look at it directly.

Where is there still a person, his blood and bones are exposed, his body is broken, he is fighting with the Shura ghosts, and he refuses to fall down even if he dies.

How strong is his mind, and is his heart made of stone? How can he hold on to a hundred years?

Immortal and Angelica dahurica, both lowered their eyes, if it were them, they would have fallen long ago, a hundred years!

Ye Chen fell in a pool of blood again, drowning in the sea of blood.

After fighting for an unknown number of years, he did not stop, he was tired, staggered to his feet, and was covered in blood.

"Go home, I'm going home. He had only one arm left, and he still held his sword, and he staggered and slashed wildly.

His eyes no longer shine, or rather, he is dead.

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

The years have passed, and the time of a hundred years has ushered in the key point again.

He fought for a hundred years, and after a hundred years of fierce battles, he finally survived, and all the Shura turned into blood and water, and the towering Shura Dao Pass collapsed in a wisp of yin wind.

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

His back is still so lonely and bleak.

How long is the way home, and it makes a young person so old and scarred.