One hundred years, another hundred years. Six hundred and thirty-seven years have passed.
The one-hundred-year period may not only be a short one hundred years, but may be longer, until it reaches the final limit of a thousand years.
A hundred years is long, but a thousand years is short. For a monk, what is a thousand years?
Open your eyes, close your eyes. Just take a breath.
But things are different now. For a hundred years, every year has brought suffering to the world, and every breath has brought sorrow to all living beings.
The turmoil spread, not just in one place. Instead, it spread throughout the seven realms of God's Domain.
Over the course of a hundred years in the mortal world, the country has changed several times. However, in the past six hundred years or so, this world has lost its country.
The shadow of blood changed the world, and hell replaced the human world. Under this rain of visions, there were more colors mixed with blood.
Strong people from the outside invaded this world, fed on living creatures, and used them as their own strength, so they no longer exist in the human world.
The Seven Realms of God's Domain are not only dominated by the Gods, there are also human races scattered everywhere, and there are even some races that have no power to bind a chicken, cannot practice, and have no bloodline inheritance.
Without the protection of strong men, these races are almost completely wiped out. Even the human race, which overwhelms thousands of gods in the Seven Realms of God's Domain, will not be spared.
The human race is mediocre, and the only ones who are powerful are those who stand at the top. However, the world is so big, and the strong are limited, and they cannot take care of all the people in the world.
Only by giving up most of them and choosing to gather and protect those with the best talents can we keep the fire.
However, this kind of fire is missing. Because those strong people don’t know how many of those who were buried in the hands of outside ghosts and immortals and those second-step strong people have accumulated a lot of experience and become great late in life.
The world is miserable, with corpses everywhere. Even the rain of peach blossoms cannot cover it up.
There is only one color that covers up this red.
The only thing in the world that can be redder than blood is the color of blood.
The blood splashed to the ground, sending out billowing air. There was only fresh blood.
A figure descended from high in the sky and quickly fell to the ground. With a loud noise, blood splashed all over the ground.
In an instant, the dust and sand merged with the blood red. Then, there was another sound of breaking through the air, and a dilapidated figure broke through the haze.
This figure had a pale face, a strong unwillingness in his eyes, and a hint of overwhelming hatred.
This is a young man, his breath has become weak, and his whole chest has been penetrated.
There is no heart in his chest. When a person has no heart, there will be no heartache. But at this moment, his whole body aches.
This pain does not come from the injury. It comes from the whole body.
This is a pain that cuts through the skin and comes from the soul.
He was the only one left in the clan.
Such tragic events are not uncommon in the Seven Realms of God's Domain today. It can be said that the same scene happens every day.
There was only one person left, and no one left.
Those who survive in the end are filled with hatred, like resentful souls and ghosts, wandering alone in this world without any memory, and are then encountered by others and devoured by others.
Whether it is a vicious ghost or an innocent soul, it is a great nourishment for ghosts and immortals, and it is an excellent sacrificial object for outside human beings.
Nowadays, people and ghosts are all evil.
The sky is extremely gorgeous, dyed with light by this flower rain that has lasted for more than 600 years.
However, even though this world is beautiful, it is colorless in the eyes of young people.
What he wants to chase is that light. A light that can lead to the bridge of tomorrow.
His tomorrow has no end.
The young man saw tomorrow day after day, but he could not reach the real tomorrow. Because behind him, there was always a mountain suppressing him.
This mountain brought a strong suffocation. The bottom of the mountain was also filled with blood.
This is an extremely huge giant with a ferocious face, bloodthirsty and a contemptuous smile.
This is an extremely powerful ghost immortal. Over six hundred years have passed, a large number of local creatures have been wiped out, and ghost immortals are also dying.
In the vast world, it is the strong men who care about the world who finally come forward. The battles between the strong are happening every moment, and the blood of the strong is stained in the sky.
In such a turbulent era, after six hundred years, the ghosts and immortals who can survive will naturally not be weak.
This is a powerful ghost immortal who has reached the middle stage of Nirvana. More true gods have been swallowed by it than can be counted on one hand.
The ghost immortals who were originally only in the early stage of Nirvana devoured a large amount of donated blood and several powerful souls, and successfully entered the middle stage, and their strength became even more terrifying.
This young man suffered a genocide four hundred years ago. As the strongest man, he watched everyone being scratched and eaten by several ghosts and immortals.
Although he was also a strong man at that time, the strongest among the clan, he was still powerless in front of ghosts and immortals, and in front of the immortal way. If it was a critical moment, he activated his strongest innate magical power. Only then was he able to escape.
It is precisely because of the limit of life and death that the young man was able to break through his own shackles, raise the true god's bloodline to its highest peak, and escape.
After that, the young man was full of hatred and searched for traces of those ghosts and immortals everywhere.
There are many people with lofty ideals in the world, and there are also many lonely souls with hatred. But both the former and the latter have brought resistance to the powerful outsiders.
This is a big force, and it is the mountains that can block this torrent in a short period of time.
This is a true god, and he has also killed a ghost and immortal. Although the cost was to lose most of his life, he still killed a ghost and immortal.
This is a true god whose longevity cannot be as long as that of heaven.
The young man's face is still as green as green onions, but his eyes don't have much energy.
A large amount of blood spilled out from the chest that was blasted through. This was an unimaginable heavy injury. This was the result that both the physical body and the soul were blasted through.
But his speed was unprecedentedly fast. As soon as the blood flowed out, it instantly turned into red mist high in the sky.
Then, there was a scream.
One roar after another sounded in the blood mist. Hundreds of thousands of roars were heard in succession, and a large number of circles flowed backwards from the blood mist.
This is violent blood, using its own blood as thrust.
A drop of the blood of a strong man contains powerful energy, let alone the Gods who are famous for their bloodline?
This is the magical power of blood. This young man used this technique to escape in the first place.
As soon as these sounds rang out, a fiery red line was drawn on the horizon in the distance.
This is far away, reaching millions of miles.
The figure of the young man disappeared, as did the billowing red mist around the rear. When he reappeared, he was already millions of miles away.
However, the young man's face was still extremely ugly because the oppression behind him had not disappeared.
No matter how he ran away, he couldn't escape.
"I can't die... It's quick... It's quick... As long as I pass through this domain... I can reach Ye Qing's location... As long as I get there... I won't worry about my life."
The young man gritted his teeth and spoke, his face uncertain.
Ye Qing, this is not a name, but an organization. This organization was only born for a short period of more than 600 years, but it has shocked the entire seven realms of God's Domain.
Just because this organization has saved many people and killed many people.
Those who were killed were all murderous people who stirred up turmoil. Those who were rescued were all living beings in this world.
However, this Ye Qing has only been circulated among people. Most people in the world have never seen it. After all, this organization arose in other worlds, not in this world.
This is just a rumor, a rumor that has reached the ears of the powerful in the world.
It's just a rumor, but it may not be true. If it weren't for the last resort, the young man would not pursue the rumored gathering place of Ye Qing where this party is.
"Today, there are five forces in the seven realms of God's Domain. One force... is the outside thieves. The second force is the people from the Holy Mountain... who are always smiling. The third force... is Yanshi...
..And this fourth group is Ye Qing. This fifth group is an alliance composed of the top experts from the major divine races, including us and other Sanren."
"Five forces...the four parties attack this first force. Among the five forces, this first force is the most powerful. The strength of the rest cannot be known. But it is known that the second and third forces are the most difficult."
Xun. Because, we are all just one person."
The young man took a deep breath, and there were constant loud noises around him, turning into a powerful force that pushed him far away.
This is a speed that exceeds the speed of light. However, this power will not last long. When the blood dries up, his speed will naturally be greatly weakened. At that time, he will be destroyed in the palm behind him.
"Ye Qing... I can only take a gamble." The young man did not look back, but he knew in his heart that he could not hold on for much longer.
Ye Qing, this is a mysterious organization. It is also the organization that is most feared by casual cultivators in this world.
Because, according to rumors, Ye Qing's leader is an outsider, two ghosts and immortals.
The ghosts and immortals led the powerful men to resist disasters for the creatures in the seven realms of the gods. This sounds too incredible to be believed.
Why do ghosts go in opposite directions and protect the creatures in the nine realms of the gods instead of killing them together?
The young man doesn't know, he only knows that when the rumors increase, the possibility becomes very high.
Time is passing, and the young man's face is getting paler. The blood that is passing away is getting less and less.
The less blood there is, the more strength there is to move forward.
However, the young man has still not penetrated this domain.
There was a sound of breaking through the air in the distance, and a huge hand pressed down.
"There is no way out. Only by becoming the power of this throne can we truly live forever with heaven. I am immortal, and you are also immortal."
There is only this voice left in the world.
To young people, this is the sound of death.
At this moment, the young man's figure suddenly stopped there, motionless.
His immobility was not caused by the death behind him, but by a voice.
Night falls, just in time to meet the arrival of death.
However, a ray of light clearly reflected in the young man's cloudy pupils.
This is pink, and it is almost connected with the pink colors in all directions, forming a bridge.
At the end of the bridge is a sculpture.
Only the young man could see this sculpture. It seemed that the ghost statue behind him could not be seen clearly. All he could see clearly was pollen scattered everywhere in the darkness.
A soft sound came from afar. It fell on the young man's ears, like a great enlightenment.