Chen Yang doesn’t want to die!
Even though he still told himself that this was an illusion, when the other party pinched him and the feeling of suffocation and the smell of death came, Chen Yang still chose to resist.
Two people who were imprisoned in cultivation and had no magic power started a fight in this cave-like hiding place. In the end, Chen Yang won.
He lost one eye and broke the young man's neck as a price.
It was just the young man's eyes before his death, the sadness in his eyes, and his last words before he died that made Chen Yang freeze.
"You will soon understand whether it is true or false."
This sentence echoed in Chen Yang's mind until midnight of that day. The picture that appeared in Chen Yang's mind did not show the death of relatives and friends for the first time, but an old man appeared.
Chen Yang has never seen this old man, but he has seen his statue. He is... the creator of the Holy Sect, one of the only six immortals in the universe, and the disciples of the Holy Sect all call him the ancestor of the Holy Immortal.
"Everyone who participates in this game and completes the request once will be able to see this projection of me!"
"Don't question or have expectations. This is not a trial or a test. What you see is real. If you see your relatives and friends die, it is real death."
"Believe it or not, if you don't want to participate, just commit suicide or be killed. But if you want to continue participating, then when you kill a hundred people, I will tell you some of the answers you want to know."
"By analogy, at every node of a thousand people, ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, one million people or even tens of millions of people, I will tell you part of the answer until the end... I don't know who is qualified. From me, Get the full answer!”
The picture disappeared, and Chen Yang stood there blankly, silent for a long time, until finally, he walked out of the hiding place. At this time, there was still the light of the past in his eyes. Although it was dimmed, it was still there. have.
A few days later, almost 90% of their group of one hundred people died. At this time... another group of one hundred monks descended on this bloody prison.
So a new killing started again, one day, one!
And every few days, a hundred people will come again, causing the color of this blood prison to gradually turn into blood. Even the ground has gathered into blood mud, and the smell, decay, and death are constantly here. The ground spreads, getting deeper and deeper.
It seems that there is no end, it seems that it will never appear, when there is only one living person left here, because within a day, when one person kills the second person, an invisible force will come, weakening the murderer again and again, so that The murderer becomes increasingly weak and unable to continue. He can only be killed by those who have the killing quota that day!
Over and over again, more than a nightmare.
Days passed like this, Chen Yang's ears were gone, a hideous scar appeared on his nose, and one leg was lame.
In exchange for these costs, he finally waited until he killed a hundred people, and then the figure of the Holy Immortal appeared in his mind again.
"What is life? Juniors who can hear my words, you can think about it carefully. I will tell you my opinion when there are thousands of people."
The picture disappeared, leaving only this sentence.
In Chen Yang's remaining right eye, there was not much light left. Because after hearing these words and seeing the figure of the Holy Immortal, the price he paid was not only himself, but also the price he paid during this period. After failing to complete the killing several times due to various accidents, the tragic deaths of loved ones came to mind again and again.
His mother is dead, his grandfather is dead...
Every time a relative dies, some of the light in his eyes disappears. Days like this continue to pass, over and over again. I don’t know how long it has passed. When one day, the scene of the death of Chen Yang’s last relative appeared in his mind. , the light in his eyes was like a weak flame, as if it could be completely extinguished at any time.
At this time, in this prison that was filled with blood and even himself was dyed red, Chen Yang saw the figure of the Holy Immortal for the third time and heard his words.
"Life... is illusory, just a joke, just like the time of this universe is running out. In thirty years, it will die and be restarted... And we need a ceremony, a …The ritual of killing the gods!”
This time, the information contained in the Holy Immortal's voice was too great, but it fell into Chen Yang's ears. His expression did not change much, because in this small bloody prison, he came to a new world a few days later. Among the hundreds of monks, I saw a... familiar figure.
"Little junior sister..." This was the first sentence Chen Yang said after the first murder. His expression became trembling and tense as the figure appeared and as the words were spoken. There is light again, and there is hope again.
Two people who were once engaged met again in this bloody hell. Although there should be no warmth here, the appearance of the little junior sister gave Chen Yang's almost withered life more motivation to work hard. Live, because... that is his hope!
Relying on each other.
The arrival of the little junior sister told him everything. As the saint said, his relatives were all dead, and the outside world also experienced earth-shaking changes. Planets began to collapse without any warning.
Countless lives are going crazy for no reason, and the entire universe seems to be trembling...
Chen Yang was silent. He no longer wanted to think about the outside world. He just wanted to be here with his junior sister and work hard to live until death.
But things are often different from what he thinks. Although the two people are very powerful, as time goes by, Chen Yang's injuries become more and more serious. Although his cultivation is recovering, he can't But it was not as serious as the injury, and the bloody prison where he was was finally opened one day.
Because he did it, before the next batch of descendants appeared, there was finally only one living person left in this bloody prison. This was not because of his actions, but because... another person committed suicide.
This other person is the junior sister.
"Senior Brother, the Scarlet Prison has been opened. Let me help you go and see what is going on in this world... this universe." This was the soft murmur of the little junior sister before she committed suicide.
Holding the body of his little junior sister, Chen Yang cried loudly, his body trembled violently, and the pain that became deeper and deeper kept accumulating and erupting in his heart.
At the same time, he also saw the bloody prison where he was. After opening it, a bloody world appeared in front of him... This world was vast and filled with a sea of blood, and the formation of this sea of blood was caused by countless cells. On the island, the blood flowing out gathered together.
The bloody prison is just a small island. Outside the prison... is a larger heaven and earth prison, still bloody and still without hope.
Killing... is still there, the rules have not disappeared, kill one every day.
As for the targets, they were monks who came out of their respective islands. Because there were too many islands here, the number of monks... Chen Yang couldn't calculate it, but he already understood one thing. This time, the so-called game involved not only Not only the Holy Sect, but all the sects, all the younger generations were sent in one after another.
If he didn't kill him, he would have no relatives left to die, and all the punishment would turn into a tearing pain from his own soul.
This is torture!
Because in this larger prison, although there are an extremely large number of monks, every one of them has struggled out of the killing, and no one will be killed easily.
Therefore, most people spend more time in a state of being punished, with their bodies, souls, and everything being torn apart and in severe pain.
"What happened to all this..." Chen Yang didn't know how long he could hold on. He didn't even know what he was holding on to. How many times had he thought about committing suicide.
"Maybe I want to hear the answer!"
Time passed slowly in his pain. Because he could not complete the task for a long time, when the pain reached a certain level, Chen Yang's other eye lost all its light.
The whole world should have turned black in his eyes, but after losing his eyes, what Chen Yang saw was blood, thick and insoluble blood.
But he still persisted, for a long time... until Chen Yang's arms melted and half of his body rotted. He could only soak in the sea of blood. The pain was difficult to describe in words, but he was still alive and had no choice. suicide.
Although the voice of the Holy Immortal has never appeared again, it seems that this place has been forgotten...
Until I don't know how much time passed, the other half of his body also rotted, and only half of his head was left in the whole body. He should be dead, but he is still alive in this weird state!
At this time, a cold voice suddenly echoed in his mind.
"Why do you persist when everyone is dead?"
"Because I have resentment in my heart, resentment against the saints, resentment against everyone, resentment against this world, resentment against this universe..."
"I hate this world, I hate all life, I hate my fate!!"
"So... I want to live, I want to see the destruction of this universe with my own eyes!!" Chen Yang didn't know what he was talking about. He only knew that he had gone crazy.
The cold voice was silent for a long time, it seemed like a year, it seemed like ten years, it seemed like it was a hundred years, before it came again.
"The Six Immortals of this universe want to create a weapon that can kill me and resolve the restart of the universe. That's why I have the bitter resentment of you and other sentient beings..."
"The six of them failed, and you... were not their choice, and have been forgotten here. It's a pity that these six people were stupid and chose the wrong target. Otherwise, if you choose you with such a level of resentment, you might really be able to kill me..."
"But after all, your resentment and hatred have cause and effect with me... I don't know what my character will be after I wake up in the next life. It may be the same as this life, or I may become extremely kind, but I think... if you become a Weapons, might be interesting.”
"A weapon that can kill me, a weapon that combines all your hatred and resentment."
"I'm looking forward to it." As the voice echoed, a strong force gathered from all directions, swept over Chen Yang's remains, and swept away his consciousness. At this moment, Chen Yang could not see the world he was in, and he was unable to see the world he was in. When the eyes were still there, they were completely different.
It is pitch black here, like the universe, but without color, like the starry sky, but without stars, there is just nothingness, and in that nothingness... there is a figure of a woman wearing a white palace dress.
This woman has a peerless appearance, standing there leisurely, with an illusory book in her hand. At this moment, she raises her hand and turns the page in front of her. On this page, there are images of sentient beings, which seem to represent everything in this universe.
But now, as she turned the page, she was about to turn the page, but at this moment, the woman's hand suddenly stopped.
"It seems... I have seen that somewhat special soul before..." The woman frowned, thought carefully, and sighed softly.
"So it's it..." As she murmured, there was a trace of reminiscence in the woman's eyes.
(End of chapter)