A World Worth Protecting

Chen Yang doesn't want to die!

Even if he still told himself that it was an illusion, Chen Yang still chose to resist when the opponent pinched himself, the feeling of suffocation and the breath of death.

Two people who were imprisoned in their cultivation base and had no magic power, started a fight in this cave-like hiding place, and Chen Yang finally won.

He blinded one eye and broke the young man's neck at the expense of it.

It's just that the young man's gaze before his death, the sadness that revealed him, and the last words before his breath made Chen Yang stunned.

"You will soon understand whether it is true or not."

This sentence echoed in Chen Yang's mind, until midnight of the day, the picture that appeared in Chen Yang's mind, for the first time there was no death of relatives or friends, but an old man appeared.

This old man, Chen Yang had never seen him, but he had seen the statue of the other person. He was...the creator of the Holy Sect, one of the only six immortals in the universe, the Sect Sect people, all called him the ancestor of the holy immortal.

"All those who participated in this game and completed a request can see this projection of the old man!"

"Don't question, and don't bring expectations. This is not a trial or a test. What you see is true. If you see the death of your relatives and friends, it is really dead."

"Believe it or not, in yourself, if you don't want to participate, you can commit suicide or be killed by someone, but if you want to continue to participate, when you kill a hundred people, I will tell you the answer you want to know."

"By analogy, at every node of one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million people and even ten million people, I will tell you part of the answer until the end... I don't know who is qualified, from the old man. , Get the complete answer!"

The picture disappeared, and Chen Yang stood there blankly, silent for a long, long time, until finally, he walked out of the hiding place. At this time, his eyes still had the light of the past, although it was dimmed, but still still Have.

A few days later, almost 90% of their group of one hundred people died. At this time... another group of one hundred monks arrived in this blood-colored prison.

So a new killing started again, one day, one!

And every few days, a hundred people will come again, making the color of this **** **** slowly and completely bloody, and even the ground has converged into **** mud, smelly, decayed, and dead, constantly here. The ground is permeating and getting deeper and deeper.

As if there is no end, as if it will never appear, there is only one living person left here, because within a day, when one person kills the second person, invisible power will come, weakening the killer again and again, making The murderer became weaker and harder to continue, and could only be counter-killed by the person who had the quota for the murder that day!

Repeatedly, beyond the nightmare.

Days, like this, passed by, Chen Yang's ears were no longer there, a grimace scar appeared on his nose, and one leg was lame.

These costs, in exchange for the figure of the holy immortal, reappeared in his mind after finally waiting to kill a hundred people.

"What is life? Young people who can hear the words of the old man, you can think carefully, the old man will tell you my opinion when there are thousands of people."

The picture disappeared, only this sentence.

In Chen Yang’s only right eye, the light that once existed is no longer left, because hearing this sentence and seeing the figure of the holy immortal, the price he paid was not only himself, but also during this period of time. After several accidents failed to complete the killing, the tragic deaths of family members came to mind.

His mother is dead, his grandfather is dead...

Every time a relative dies, the light in his eyes will disappear. Such days continue to pass, repeating again and again, and I don’t know how long it has passed. When one day, the picture of Chen Yang’s last relative’s death came to his mind. , The light in his eyes was like a faint flame, as if it could be completely extinguished at any time.

At this time, in this **** prison that even was stained red, Chen Yang saw the figure of Shengxian for the third time and heard his words.

"Life... is illusory, it's just a joke, just as the universe is running out of time, and in thirty years, it will die and be restarted... And we need a ritual, A... ritual of killing the gods!"

This time, the information contained in Shengxian’s voice was too great, but it fell in Chen Yang’s ears. His expression did not change, because in this small **** prison, he reappeared a few days later. Among the hundred cultivators, I saw a...familiar figure.

"Little Junior Sister..." This is the first sentence that Chen Yang has said after the first murder. His expression also trembles and changes with the appearance of the figure and the words. The light reappeared, and the longing appeared again.

Two people who once had a marriage contract met again in this **** hell. Although there should be no warmth here, the appearance of the little junior sister gave Chen Yang's nearly withered life more motivation to work hard. Live, because...that is his hope!

Depend on each other.

The arrival of the little junior sister told him everything. As Shengxian said, his relatives had died, and the outside world had undergone earth-shaking changes. The planets began to collapse without any signs.

Countless beings are crazy for no reason. The entire universe seems to be shaking...

Chen Yang was silent. He didn't want to think about the outside world anymore. He just wanted to be here with the little junior sister, working hard to live until death.

But things are often different from what he thought. Although the strength of the two people is great, as time goes by, Chen Yang’s injuries are increasing. Although his cultivation is recovering, It was no more serious than the injury, and the Scarlet Prison he was in was finally opened one day.

Because he did it, before the next group of Advents appeared, the Scarlet Prison was finally left with only one living person. This was not because of his action, but because... another person committed suicide.

This other person is Little Junior Sister.

"Big Brother, the Scarlet Prison is opened, let me see, this world...this universe, what is going on." This is the little sister whispered softly before committing suicide.

Holding the corpse of the little junior sister, Chen Yang cried, crying loudly, his body trembled violently, and deeper and deeper pains continued to accumulate in his heart, constantly erupting.

At the same time, he also saw the blood-colored prison where he was located. After opening, a blood-colored 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 due to the fact that the number of seats was not large. In the Qing island, the blood flowing out was gathered.

The Scarlet Prison was just a small island, outside the prison... it was a bigger world prison, still scarlet, still hopeless.

The killing... is still there, the rules, the same has not disappeared, every day, kill one.

As for the objects, they are the monks who walked out of their respective islands. Because there are too many islands here, the number of monks... Chen Yang cannot count, but he already understands that this time the so-called game involves more than just It was the holy sect, but all the sects, all the young generations, were sent in one after another.

If you don't kill, because there will be no relatives to die, all the punishment will become the tearing pain from the soul.

This is a torture!

Because in this larger prison, although the number of monks is extremely large, each one is struggling from the killing, and no one will be easily killed.

So more time, most people are in a state of being punished, the body, soul, everything is tearing, all in severe pain.

"What happened to all this..." Chen Yang didn't know how long he could hold on, even he didn't know what he was up to, how many times he thought about suicide.

"Perhaps, I just want to hear the answer!"

Time was slowly passing by in his pain. Because Chen Yang could not complete the task for a long time, after the pain reached a certain level, his other eye lost all the light.

The whole world should turn black in his eyes, but after losing his eyes, what Chen Yang saw was bloody, thick, indestructible blood.

But he still persisted. For a long time, for a long time... Until Chen Yang's arms melted and half of his body rotted, he could only be soaked in a sea of ​​blood. The pain was hard to describe in words, but he was still alive and did not go. Choose suicide.

Although Shengxian’s voice never appeared again, it seemed to have forgotten here...

Until how long had passed, the other half of his body was also decayed, and only half of his head remained in the whole body. It should be dead, but he was still alive in this weird state!

At this time, a cold voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

"Everyone is dead, why do you insist?"

"Because I have resentment in my heart, resentment to the holy immortals, resentment to everyone, resentment to this world, resentment to this universe..."

"I hate this world, I hate all life, I hate my destiny!!"

"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 was crazy.

The cold voice was silent for a long time, like one year, like ten years, or one hundred years, before it came again.

"The six immortals in this universe want to create a weapon that can kill me and resolve the restart of the universe. That's why there is the bitter grievance of you and other sentient beings..."

"The six of them failed, and you... it was not their choice. You have been forgotten here. It's a pity that these six are stupid and chose the wrong target. Otherwise, if you choose you with such a degree of grievance, you might really kill me..."

"But after all, your resentment and hatred have a cause and effect with me... I don't know what kind of personality my next life will be after I wake up. It may be like this life, or it may become very kind, but I think... if you become A weapon may be very interesting."

"A weapon that can kill me, a weapon that gathers all your hatred and resentment."

"I am looking forward to it." As the voice echoed, a strong force gathered from all directions, swept through Chen Yang's remains, and swept away his consciousness. At this moment, Chen Yang couldn't see the world he was in, and could not see him. When the present is still there, it is completely different.

It was pitch black, like the universe, but without color, like a starry sky, but without stars, and there was nothing but nothingness, and in that nothingness... there was a figure of a woman wearing a white palace costume.

This woman is beautiful, standing there leisurely, holding an imaginary book in her hand. At this moment, she raises her hand and turns the page in front of her. On this page, there are pictures of sentient beings, which seem to represent everything in this universe.

But now, as she turned over, this page was about to be turned over, but at this moment, the woman's hand suddenly stopped.

"It seems...I have seen that kind of special soul before..." The woman frowned, and after thinking about it carefully, she let out a light sigh.

"It turned out to be it..." In the muttering, the woman's eyes revealed a touch of recollection.