The blood-red sky is like a picture scroll, outlining a miserable artistic conception.

The rotten locks were bathed in blood, exuding a stream of dead air.

The fishy wind was slow, Ye Chen closed his eyes slightly, and his vitality floating in this sky was gathered together by him and integrated into his body.

The middle-aged man was still motionless looking at the blood-colored sky, and his eyes were empty.

The old woman, on the other hand, was asleep, breathless, as if she were dead.

The most active of these people is undoubtedly the girl, the future, through the conversation with the future, Ye Chen also knows the identity of these people.

The middle-aged man with a hideous sword mark on his face is called Nameless, and the old woman who has lost her eyes is called Phantom Bingyun.

For the yearning for the outside world, the future has been chattering in Ye Chen's ears, and his beautiful eyes are full of longing.

"Chapter 1389 people, do you need to look up at Uncle Yezi, are the sunset and the moon beautiful?"

"Uncle Yezi, have you ever seen a mountain peak, is every mountain overgrown with flowers and big trees, it must look beautiful, right?"

For these questions, Ye Chen just smiled slightly and said, "Little Future, do you want to see the sunset and the moon?"

"My dream for the future is to be able to see the sunset and the moon in the sky one day. ”

The future is looking forward to the future, with an extremely yearning tone.

"Why do you want to see the sunset and the moon in the future, the more beautiful thing in this world is snow. Ye Chen said with a smile.

"In the past, when my mother was still there, 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, an ancient tree!"

Speaking of this, Future's face flashed crimson, and he spit out his little tongue lightly, and said, "So, I have always dreamed of seeing the sunset and the moon in the future." ”

The innocent voice slowly fell in the cold wind, Ye Chen's body 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 the waves in your heart." Even if there is even a ripple, then there is hope!"

"Hope is there!" The middle-aged man's eyes changed slightly, and he needed to look up slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Whenever I stand quietly looking up at this blood-red sky, I don't see any hope. Only to shred this sky. ”

"At least you're still holding on to tearing this sky apart, aren't you?" Ye Chen smiled slightly, his pale face without any decadence.

Hearing this, the old woman slowly raised her head, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "The old body has persisted for more than 600 years, and the old body has seen more than 10 million people imprisoned here, and finally turned into a pile of white bones!"

The old woman's tone was inexplicably lonely, insisting that it was not terrible, and it was terrible that there was no hope in sight. The long years will slowly erase this persistence, "Life is the hell they give us, endless sinking!"

"Being alive is the hell they gave us, endless destruction!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, if he glanced at the old woman with deep meaning, being locked here for more than 600 years, it means that he has experienced more than 10,000 inhuman destruction, and how firm his will is to persist until now. As if she had found someone to confide in, the old woman chattered: "At first, the old man and the old body persevered together, but then the old man became a monster. Hehe, it was the old man who killed him himself!"

"Only death is the best relief, that is our best destination!" the old woman looked up to the sky and smiled, the wrinkles on her face were all involved, and she looked particularly hideous.

Grandma Bingyun!" looked at the crazy old woman. The future is a little worried.

"It's okay, don't worry about the little future. Grandma just remembered 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.

"To live is hope, to be the future!" said in a bright and beautiful eye, revealing a hint of firmness and virginity.

"Because you are the future, my 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 Uncle Ye Zi in the future!" In the eyes of many people, Ye Chen's words just outlined the future of the bubble 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 tactful.

When Ye Chen told the stories of the outside world, the future always blinked his bright and beautiful eyes, looking at Ye Chen intently, his pointed ears swaying slightly, indulging in these ordinary and ordinary stories.

Even the prisoners who were locked up around them looked towards this place and listened to Ye Chen's words.

For several days in a row, Ye Chen occasionally talked about things in the outside world, and most of the time was spent recovering from his injuries.

Although the vitality around this area was scarce, the condensed vitality still erased the cracks on Ye Chen's skeleton, and fluorescence flashed on the whitened bones from time to time.

On the fifth day, the fierce soldiers reappeared, taking more than 10,000 prisoners, even the middle-aged man.

Looking at the departing figure, the old woman sighed slightly: "Nameless, he is also a hard-working person!"

"The wife and daughter were bullied by these beasts, and finally became monsters, and they did not appear for hundreds of years. The old woman muttered to herself.

At the end of the horizon, figures swayed, and miserable cries echoed.

"Nameless!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, closing his eyes and not saying 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, and his whole body was covered with shocking scars, especially a blood stain across his entire face, which was a little creepy to look at.

Of the more than 10,000 people who were taken away this time, only a little over 100 returned, and a new prisoner was escorted in and locked on the locks around him.

"It's the fifth day, and there's still ten days!" Ye Chen muttered, continuing to close his eyes, his sword finger moved slightly, and the vitality frantically surged in, merging into the broken flesh and blood.

On the tenth day, Ye Chen opened his eyes and glanced up at the blood-colored firmament, after more than ten days of cultivation, his ** power has also recovered more than three percent, although it is more than three percent, but the power contained in it is enough to split the mountain and break the mountain.

Ye Chen's right hand was slightly grasped, and the Qilin Sword that was inserted horizontally on the ground flew out upside down and landed in Ye Chen's hand.

Holding the Qilin Sword tightly, Ye Chen looked at the sword body, and the cracks covered the entire sword body, it can be seen that in that battle, the Qilin Sword was also affected.

"Old man, one day you will shine brightly again!" Ye Chen muttered to himself, flipping his right hand, the dim Qilin Sword brought up a flash of brilliant sword light, and slammed down on the chain, bell!

A roar of gold and iron clash echoed in the barren land, many prisoners raised their heads, looking at Ye Chen's actions, their eyes did not change in any way, they had also resisted in the past, trying to escape from this place, but the long years have erased everything, time will prove that all resistance is in vain. The middle-aged man and the old woman raised their heads, and the middle-aged man looked like he wanted to speak and stopped, and then fell silent again.

Instead, the old woman spoke: "Although those beasts ignore the changes here, it is in vain for you to do so, and it is better to save some energy for what will happen in five days." ”

Hearing this, Ye Chen just smiled faintly and did not explain anything.

Indeed, he couldn't cut this so-called chain of martial arts with a single sword, but Ye Chen was convinced that one slash would be continuous, so thousands, ten thousands, millions, or even tens of millions of times would always cut it off.

"There are some things that can only be hoped for if you try and persevere, otherwise even if you are locked here for more than a thousand years, you will not see hope. Ye Chen muttered, the unicorn sword in his hand swung up again, and the terrifying ** power was integrated into the qilin sword, although the current qilin sword was extremely damaged, it was still able to withstand Ye Chen's ** power, whirl, the unicorn sword swung down, bringing up a sharp wind, falling on the chain, bell!

There was not a single trace on the chains that seeped with cold light, but the force that shook off the chains tore apart Ye Chen's collarbone.

Suffering from the pain of tearing all the time, Ye Chen closed his eyes and waved the sword weapon in his hand day and night, until the fifth day, Ye Chen opened his eyes, and the unicorn sword in his hand slipped down and fell back into the ground.

Looking at the smooth chains, there was no decadence in Ye Chen's eyes, anyway, he was firm, "There is only one way out, if you don't persevere, then there will be no hope!"

In the past half day, Ye Chen rarely did not swing his sword, but continued to gather vitality, occasionally telling stories outside with the future, and simple stories have made the future look forward to for a long time.

Bang bang! Loud footsteps sounded at the end of the horizon, and a moment later, two soldiers came to Ye Chen, dragging the chains.

Looking at the pretty face full of worries in the future, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said, "When Uncle Ye Zi comes back, I will tell you the end of this story." ”

Chains collided with chains, bringing the sound of gold and iron clashing, and the mighty soldiers escorted more than 10,000 prisoners and disappeared into the horizon!!