The blood-red sky is like a picture scroll, outlining a miserable mood.
The decaying martial arts frames were bathed in blood, exuding a sense of death.
The fishy wind blew slowly, Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and the vitality floating in the sky was gathered together by him and integrated into his body.
The middle-aged man was still looking at the bloody sky motionless, his eyes empty.
The old woman was dozing, lifeless, as if dead.
The most active of these people is undoubtedly the girl, Future. Through the conversation with Future, Ye Chen also knows the identities of these people.
The middle-aged man with ferocious sword marks on his face is called Wuming, and the old woman who has lost her eyes is called Huan Bingyun.
The longing for the outside world and the future have been chattering in Ye Chen's ears, and his beautiful eyes are full of longing.
"Chapter 1,389 People, you need to look up to Uncle Ye Zi. Are the sunset and moon beautiful?"
"Uncle Ye Zi, have you ever seen the mountains? Every mountain is covered with flowers and big trees. It must look very beautiful, right?"
Regarding these questions, Ye Chen just smiled slightly and said: "Little Future, do you want to see the sunset and the moon?"
"I think my dream for the future is to be able to see the sunset and the moon in the sky one day."
The future looks full of longing, with a tone of great yearning.
"Why do you want to see the sunset and the moon in the future? What is more beautiful in this world than the sunset is snow." Ye Chen said with a smile.
"When my mother was still alive, my mother often told the future that people should always look up to something, even if it is a sunset, a crescent moon, a mountain peak, or an ancient tree!"
At this point, a blush flashed across Future's face, and he lightly stuck out his tongue and said, "So, Future has always dreamed of seeing the sunset and the moon."
The innocent voice slowly fell in the cold wind. Ye Chen trembled slightly, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and said thoughtfully: "People always have to look up to something, as long as it stirs up waves in your heart.
Even if it is a ripple, there is hope!"
"Hope is here!" The middle-aged man's eyes changed slightly. He needed to look up. His voice was hoarse and he said: "Whenever I stand quietly and look up at the blood-red sky, I
But I can’t see any hope. I can only tear this sky to pieces.”
"At least you are still insisting on tearing this sky apart, right?" Ye Chen smiled slightly, with no trace of decadence on his pale face.
Hearing this, the old woman slowly raised her head, with a bitter smile on her lips, "I have persisted for more than six hundred years. I have seen more than tens of thousands of people imprisoned here, and finally turned into a pile of bones!"
The old woman's tone was inexplicably lonely. It's not scary to insist, but it's scary not to see any glimmer of hope. The long years will slowly erase this persistence, "Living is the hell they gave us, endless sinking!"
"Living is the hell they gave us, endless sinking!" Ye Chen murmured to himself. If he looked at the old woman meaningfully, being locked here for more than six hundred years means that he has experienced more than ten thousand years.
Such inhuman torture, and how strong a will it takes to persevere until now. As if she had found someone to talk to, the old woman kept talking: "At first, the old man and I persevered together, but then the old man turned into a monster.
.Haha, I personally killed him!"
"Only death is the best relief, and that is our most beautiful destination!" The old woman looked up to the sky and smiled, all the wrinkles on her face were pulled up, making her look particularly ferocious.
Grandma Bingyun!" Looking at the crazy old woman, Future said with some worry.
"It's okay, little future, don't worry. Grandma just thought of the dead old man!" The old woman squeezed out a smile that was rarer than crying, but her tone was extremely gentle.
Death is the best relief. This sentence touched the heartstrings of everyone present, and everyone became even more silent.
"Living is hope and is the future!" Future said softly with a hint of firmness and virginity in her bright beautiful eyes.
"Because you are the future, and uncle will take you to see the most beautiful sunset and moon in the world!" Ye Chen looked at the future with a smile, his eyes full of determination.
"Well, I believe in Uncle Ye's future!" In the eyes of many people, Ye Chen's words only outline a bubble future for the girl, but this bubble will eventually burst.
Under the oppressive sky, the chuckle of the future echoes from time to time, crisp and gentle.
When Ye Chen told stories about the outside world, Future always blinked his bright beautiful eyes and looked at Ye Chen intently, his long pointed ears swaying slightly, indulging in these ordinary and ordinary stories.
Even the prisoners locked in martial arts frames around him were looking here, listening to Ye Chen's words.
For several days in a row, Ye Chen occasionally talked about external affairs, but spent most of his time recovering from his injuries.
Although there was little vitality in the surrounding area, the condensed vitality still erased the cracks on Ye Chen's skeleton, and streaks of fluorescence flashed from time to time on the whitened bones.
On the fifth day, extremely ferocious soldiers appeared again and took away more than 10,000 prisoners, including middle-aged men.
Looking at the departing figure, the old woman sighed slightly: "Wu Ming, he is also a miserable man!"
"My wife and daughter were so humiliated by these beasts that they turned into monsters that have not been seen for hundreds of years." The old woman said to herself.
At the end of the horizon, figures trembled, and pitiful screams echoed.
"Nameless!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, closed his eyes, and didn't say anything.
It wasn't until half a day later that Ye Chen opened his eyes again, only to see that the middle-aged man had returned, with shocking scars all over his body, especially a bloodstain across his entire face, which looked a little creepy.
Of the more than 10,000 people who were taken away this time, only about a hundred returned. A new prisoner was escorted in and locked on the surrounding martial arts racks.
"It's the fifth day, there are still ten days left!" Ye Chen murmured, and continued to close his eyes. The sword finger moved slightly, and vitality rushed in crazily, blending into the broken flesh and blood.
On the tenth day, Ye Chen opened his eyes and looked up at the bloody sky. After more than ten days of cultivation, his physical strength had recovered to more than 30%. Although it was only 30%, the power contained in it was enough.
Split mountains and break mountains.
Ye Chen slightly clenched his right hand, and the Qilin Sword stuck on the ground flew out and landed in Ye Chen's hand.
Holding the Qilin Sword tightly, Ye Chen looked at the sword body. Cracks covered the entire sword body. It can be seen that the Qilin Sword was also affected in that battle.
"Old man, one day you will shine brightly again!" Ye Chen murmured to himself, flipping his right hand, the dim Qilin sword brought out a bright sword light, and suddenly swung it on the chain, bang!
A blast of clashing gold and iron echoed on the barren land. Many prisoners raised their heads and looked at Ye Chen's actions without any change in their eyes. In the past, they also resisted and tried to escape from this place, but the long years have been erased.
After everything is gone, time will prove that all resistance is in vain. The middle-aged man and the old woman raised their heads. The middle-aged man looked like he was hesitant to speak, and then fell silent again.
Instead, the old woman said: "Although those beasts don't pay attention to the changes here, it is in vain for you to do so. You might as well save some energy to deal with things in the next five days."
Hearing this, Ye Chen just smiled lightly and did not explain anything.
Indeed, he could not cut off this so-called martial chain with one sword, but Ye Chen firmly believed that if he could cut it off once, he would be able to cut it off a thousand, ten thousand, millions, or even tens of millions of times.
"There are some things that only have hope if you try and persevere. Otherwise, even if you are locked here for more than a thousand years, there will be no hope." Ye Chen murmured, and the Qilin Sword in his hand waved again, with a terrifying **
The power of the Qilin Sword was integrated into the Qilin Sword. Although the Qilin Sword was extremely damaged, it could still withstand the power of Ye Chen's body. Whoosh, the Qilin Sword swung down, bringing up sharp winds and falling on it.
On the chain, clang clang!
There was no trace on the chain that was oozing with cold light. Instead, the force of the chain's shock shredded Ye Chen's collarbone.
Bearing the pain of tearing all the time, Ye Chen closed his eyes and waved the sword in his hand day and night. It was not until the fifth day that Ye Chen opened his eyes. The Qilin sword in his hand slipped and was inserted again.
on the ground.
Looking at the extremely smooth chain, Ye Chen's eyes showed no trace of decadence. Instead, he was determined, "There is only one way out. If you don't stick to it, there will be no hope!"
During this half day, Ye Chen rarely waved his sword, but continued to gather his energy, and occasionally told the future stories about the outside world. Simple stories made the future yearn for a long time.
Bang bang! Loud footsteps sounded at the end of the horizon. After a moment, two soldiers came to Ye Chen, dragging the chains.
Looking at Future's pretty and worried face, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "When Uncle Ye comes back, I will tell you the ending of this story."
Clang! Chains collided with chains, causing the sound of gold and iron clashing. The mighty soldiers escorted more than 10,000 prisoners and disappeared into the horizon!!!
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