Chapter 1765

All the way silent, all the way dust, ye Chen returned to Jieming mountain.

Emperor Huang has been waiting on the top of the mountain, together with the Ming emperor, and the two great emperor's disciples: mingjue and Baizhi.

"I've met my predecessors." Ye Chen stepped forward and bent over.

"You can think well, once you enter the six ways, you may be lost in samsara, which is no different from death." The emperor of the underworld said.

"Go back to death." Ye Chen eyes light, incomparably firm.

"The time flow of the six samsara is different from that of the underworld. For one day and six hundred years in the underworld, you need to endure loneliness."

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

"Take it away." Emperor Huang brush hand a storage bag, "to really break through the six reincarnations, just open."

"I understand." Ye Chen sealed it into Danhai.

"The six ways of reincarnation are isolated from the underworld. Even if we are supreme, we can't reach it. Everything depends on you."

"We will live up to the expectations of our predecessors." Ye Chen arched his hand again.

"Well, go on the road." Both of them are single handed.

Immediately, you can see nothingness trembling, and it is a whirlpool. It is dark inside. If you just look at it, you will feel in a trance.

"Treasure it all the way." Angelica dahurica seldom shows light language smile.

"I hope to see you again and fight with you." Ming Jue smile, patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, the supreme disciple, but also refreshing.

Ye Chen sprinkles ran a smile, step out, soar up.

When he was about to leave, he looked back, took a look at Mingshan, looked at the underworld, and then turned and stepped into the whirlpool.

This walk, most likely will be a farewell, again difficult to meet.

When he disappeared, the black whirlpool slowly gathered in the invisible, and the breath overflowing inside was also wiped clean by the Emperor Huang.

"You think he has a good chance." The Emperor Ming said with a smile.

"Ten percent." Emperor Huang didn't think about it, so he gave the answer.

"Oh?" Emperor Ming raised his eyebrows and said, "I have confidence in him."

"Even Chu Ling can let go. What kind of relationship is there in this world? He can't break through." Emperor Huang smiles.

When it comes to Chu Ling, a beautiful image stumbles up the mountain top. It is Chu Ling who looks sad and beautiful with tears in her eyes.

"You're late, he's gone." Angelica dahurica said softly.

"Master, ye Chen and I will meet again in this life?" Chu Ling's tearful eyes were dim, hoping to see the emperor's famine.

"Yes." Emperor Huang gentle smile, "we try hard, never in vain, some day, I will personally explain with him."

Chu Ling cried, silently turned around, covering his lower abdomen, comforting her and ye Chen's children, wipe dry tears.

After she left, Angelica dahurica and the underworld were puzzled and looked at the Emperor Huang.

Both of them are not stupid. From the conversation between Emperor Huang and Chu Ling, they seem to have heard something, as if they could break a secret.

"As you think." Emperor Huang turns around, looks up quietly at the ethereal, seems to be able to see the back of Ye Chen through nothingness.

After death, Angelica dahurica and Ming absolutely look at one eye, all understand.

This is a play, a big play, directed by Emperor Huang and completed by Chu Ling. Yao Shun is Emperor Huang.

His purpose was to temper Ye Chen and force him to nirvana.

The so-called love robbery is to let him down, and only when he puts down Chu Ling, can he... Break through the six samsara.

They were silent, not calm, set off waves.

What a cruel love robbery, can imagine, ye Chen those days, how painful, painful heart crack lung!

Especially Angelica dahurica, no wonder Ye Chen painted her, always described the appearance of Chu Ling, forget a person, too difficult.

Once again, it turns out that she is not as good as ye Chen.

Her so-called arrogance is a joke in front of Ye Chen.

Ye Chen appeared again on a black scorched earth.

Scorched earth, boundless, boundless, the earth is dark, the sky is dark, people feel... Very depressed.

"Is this the six reincarnations?" Ye Chen murmured to herself.

Silence, death like silence, no mountains and rivers, no flowers and trees, no star moon wheel, no breath of life, the eye is full of black scorched earth.

Ye Chen couldn't find the target, so he had to follow one direction.

At the foot, the burnt soil is loose, and one step at a time, there are many half covered bones. I don't know what age and how long they were buried.

In the wind, you can hear the howling sound, such as the wailing of fierce ghosts.

Walking here is just like walking in a black hole in space. There is no human shadow. The whole world is just one person.

Overlooking six roads, he is like a drop in the ocean, small as gravel, lonely body, not even a shadow.

One step... Two steps... One day... Two days... One year... Two years.

This walk, too far away, do not know how much time to flow.

I only know that one day has passed since he entered the six paths.One day in the underworld, six hundred years, that is to say, he has been in the six samsara, a whole hundred years.

The speed of time is different from that of the underworld. Although the underworld is only one day, the hundred years in the six paths take minutes and seconds.

He never stops, standing against the wind and sand of the years, walking alone on the dark scorched earth, even his footprints are weathered.

However, the road ahead is still bleak, can not see the end.

Over the past 100 years, Qi and blood are magnificent, such as the holy body, but also become tired, messy hair, clothes dyed with dust.

"Is the six samsara the endless loneliness?"

His murmur is the only voice in the world. No one answers or speaks. It's quiet and terrible.

It's true that he needs to endure loneliness.

Time goes by, time flies, and I don't know how long.

Until in front of him, a pass stretching for thousands of miles came into his eyes, and he stopped slightly.

For the first time in six hundred years, he stopped and looked quietly.

The pass is towering and huge, standing under it, like a mole ant, it is cold and dead, I do not know how many years it has stood.

In front of the pass, there are two stone statues of ghosts, such as mountains and mountains, ferocious and evil spirits, like the gatekeeper, standing still.

On the pass, there are three scarlet characters: Hell road.

Ye Chen stands still and looks up at the three characters of hell road. The three characters are like three huge mountains. They are so magnificent that he can't breathe.

Hell road is the first pass in the six samsara.

Thinking so, he stepped into the pass.

One step, really like stepping into the hell, the top of the thunder raging, one after another lightning split, through the sky and earth.

Below, the dark sea of fire surges, rolling waves, each fire wave, as if to swallow the sky and destroy the earth.

Ye Chen a shaking God, then was inundated by the sea of fire.

His palm became a knife, split the sea of fire, and burst out.

However, the sky thunder, will split out, the holy body is also skin and flesh, has not fallen, has been engulfed by the sea of fire.

The thunder and fire are very strange. The fire burns the body and the thunder cleaves the spirit.

His holy body, four limbs and a hundred skeletons, five internal organs, eight meridians, and even every drop of blood were burned.

His real body of the original God is always tearing.

Even though he had experienced the body refining and soul refining, for a time, he could not resist the pain of tearing his body and could not help but roar.

"The hell road of six reincarnations, the pain of a hundred years of physical training."

In the dark, it seems that there is a cold sound of ice, ringing through the hell road.

A hundred years? Ye Chen's eyes are red with blood, but more than ten breath, it has been painful to tear heart and crack lung, let alone a hundred years.

"Is it so terrible that the first pass of the six paths of reincarnation?"

Ye Chen gnaws his teeth and moves forward difficultly. Every step he takes is painful to the bone marrow and soul, which is unbearable.

On the top of the mountain, the Emperor Ming and the emperor's Wasteland stand still.

In front of them, there is a water curtain. What is manifested in the water curtain is the picture of the six reincarnation hell road.

Body side, Ming Jue and the face of Angelica dahurica, already very pale.

Every second, ye Chen's holy body is in the skin and flesh. In every second, his spirit is constantly tearing.

This picture, not to say that it is intimate, just looking at it hurts.

It will be another hundred years. Is it to torture people to death? It's just the first pass. The next one will be more terrible.

"Master, is the definition of a century? Whether it is possible to break the customs clearance ahead of time. " Mingjue and Angelica dahurica look to the Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang.

"No more than one point. If he can survive a hundred years, he will be considered to have broken the barrier." The emperor of the underworld said.

With that, the emperor of the underworld took a glance at the emperor's famine.

This level, Emperor Huang had broken through, he should be more than anyone knows... Hellway terrible, that kind of pain, too terrible.

Emperor Huang does not speak, only quietly watching, God Mou Gu Jing Wu Bo.

In the past years, he was able to break through, and he firmly believed that ye Chen could also support it. He never questioned the descendants of the holy body.

If you can't even break through the hell Road, that's the person who insults the holy body and slaughters the two emperors for a lifetime, and is fearless.

Hell Road, ye Chen legs trembling, still hard to move forward.

Angelica dahurica a few words of time, the hell road has been several years, thunder and inflammation, has been the Ye Chen devastated invisible human form.

Every thunder can leave a scar on his original spirit, and every flame can make his holy body crack.

Time goes by, day after day, year after year.

As he was staggering, he was burned and destroyed many times, and the real body of Yuan Shen was annihilated.

However, there is no one standing in the hell.

When he endured the pain of tearing himself, he had to fight against the loneliness of a hundred years. Once his will was destroyed, he was defeated.I don't know how many years, his eyes, become dull, empty to no emotion, just like walking dead.

He has no pain, day by day, year by year, in the thunder, forget the feeling of pain, accustomed to pain.

A strong obsession supported him to go home.

Yes, go home and die. My hometown is waiting for him.

For a long time, every minute and every second is like a knife, scarring and scarring him.

When the black fire annihilated, when Ling Tian thunder no longer split, this hundred years of time, just really ushered in the end.

He walked out and survived the pain of the hell road.

In front of the world, is boundless scorched earth, or vicissitudes of loneliness, such as ants, he set foot on the journey again.

Behind him, hell road collapsed and turned into endless historical dust, as if it had never existed.