Looking at Zhuo Wen who was playing with the blood gun in front of him, the Holy Lord still couldn't believe it. The blood gun that had countless resentments and blood energy from his ancestors was just picked up by the young man in front of him?
The horror of the resentment in this blood gun was even difficult for him to bear, but Zhuo Wen pulled out the blood gun so easily and played with it with great interest.
Seeing this scene, the Holy Master felt a strong sense of cheating in his heart!
"Holy Lord! Isn't this blood gun as scary as you said?" Zhuo Wen said with satisfaction as he waved the blood gun casually.
Hearing this, the corner of the Holy Master's mouth twitched. He found that Zhuo Wen's words were very unflattering, but he still restrained his emotions temporarily and said: "It seems that this blood gun is destined to you!"
Zhuo Wen secretly smiled in his heart. If it weren't for the blood demon, it would not be so easy for him to easily bear the terrifying resentment in the blood gun.
However, at the moment when he got the blood gun, Zhuo Wen discovered that there was a sharp and murderous terrifying idea in the blood gun. This idea was very strong.
"Dharma protector Zhuo! This blood spear contains the memory of an ancestor. This ancestor understood the existence of the power of the spear. You can channel your thoughts into this blood spear. Maybe it contains useful experience for you."
The Lord spoke.
Nodding, Zhuo Wen no longer hesitated, turned his thoughts into needle shapes, and penetrated into the blood gun.
Boom!
The moment his thoughts entered the blood gun, an extremely terrifying gun force burst out from the blood gun. For a moment, countless bloody gun shadows poured down from the sky like a bloody waterfall, killing Zhuo Wen and the blood gun.
Locked inside.
The Holy Master slowly stepped back a few steps, looked at the countless bloody gun shadows in front of him, his eyes were extremely solemn, and he murmured in a low voice: "It's really a terrifying gun power! I wonder if Protector Zhuo can understand the real gun from it.
Where is the momentum coming?”
"Forget it! I will stay here for one year, and after one year I will go out to take charge of dealing with monsters! I hope you won't disappoint me, Protector Zhuo!"
With that said, the Holy Master sat cross-legged, not far from Zhuo Wen, and stared at Zhuo Wen quietly in the shadow of the bloody gun. If Zhuo Wen did something strange, he would immediately stop him.
There are only two years left until the monsters break the seal, so he can only stay here for one year. After one year, he will summon strong human beings from all over the world to gather in the Holy Sect to prepare to resist the coming monster army.
This is a piece of blood-soil, stretching as far as the eye can see, full of blood. On top of the blood-soil, raindrops pour down. This rainwater is blood water.
This world is a world of blood. Within sight, there are countless colors of blood, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood.
This bloody soil is surrounded by tall walls tens of feet tall. The walls are blood-colored, with strange blood-colored lines drawn on them, and are filled with strange power.
On top of the high wall is a ring-shaped platform, which is very similar in shape to the ancient Roman arena. Sitting on the platform are tall and ferocious creatures.
These creatures are not human. They have pitch-black scales, sharp horns on their foreheads, are three feet tall, and have blood-red eyes.
These ferocious creatures, with their bloody eyes open, looked down at Zhuo Wen under the high wall. To be more precise, they were not Zhuo Wen, but behind Zhuo Wen.
Turning around, Zhuo Wen looked behind him. There were iron fences there. Among the iron fences were dark iron prisons. In Zhuo Wen's eyes, what was imprisoned in these iron fences was a famous man wearing rags.
of human beings.
There are men and women, but most of these humans have dull eyes, as if they are numb, and have no attachment to this world at all.
"Is this the past of that bloody space ten thousand years ago?"
Looking at the surrounding scenes, Zhuo Wen quickly realized that these scenes should be the memories from ten thousand years ago in the blood gun. Now his consciousness is reading these little-known memories from ten thousand years ago, as if watching
Average movie.
Those ferocious creatures on the platform on the high wall should be extremely terrifying monsters from thousands of years ago. They would enslave humans, kill humans, and even abuse humans, treating humans as livestock.
Looking at the indifferent human race inside the iron fence and the laughing and yelling monsters on the high wall, Zhuo Wen suddenly and involuntarily felt a surge of anger in his heart. This anger was the sorrow and anger of seeing his own race being enslaved and slaughtered by other races.
Zhuo Wen himself is a human race, but now he sees his race being treated like this by a group of monsters that are neither human nor ghosts. How can he not be angry or angry?
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Human animals, if you want to survive, then kill each other at all costs! Haha!"
On the high wall, the monster's hoarse and unpleasant voice sounded, and then all the iron fence doors were opened, and a number of numb-looking humans slowly walked out of the iron fence.
Clang clang clang!
Weapons of different shapes fell from the sky and were inserted upside down on the blood and soil. The humans who walked out of the iron fence looked at the weapons in front of the blood and soil with dull eyes. They remained motionless, as if time had stopped.
"Huh? Why don't you kill? If the twenty of you don't kill, all of you will die! If you fight each other, the winner will live, but only one of you can live! Choose, either all of you die, or one of you lives."
The monster's voice came again, like thunder, echoing in the sky above this bloody soil.
Pattering!
The rain of blood started to fall again, and it became heavier and heavier, dyeing the space with a rich blood color. The twenty human beings still did not move, their eyes were still numb, and they allowed the rain of blood to fall overwhelmingly on them.
"Okay! Since you don't want to kill me, I will kill you all!" The monster's voice became a little angry, and he actually planned to take action.
"kill!"
However, just when the monster was about to take action, a shrill cry of killing rang out. A young man rushed out of a corner with a whimper, pulled out an ordinary spear on the blood and soil, and pointed it towards another person beside him.
A middle-aged man rushed over.
The middle-aged man's eyes were dull as he looked at the young man running towards him. He remained motionless and just looked at the young man quietly.
Poof!
The spear passed through his chest. The middle-aged man took a few steps back and spat out a large mouthful of blood. However, there was a peaceful smile on his face. He stared at the young man and said, "Thank you, try to live!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man fell to the ground, his breath gradually became weak, and eventually he died...
The young man was stunned. He held the spear in both hands. A stream of blood flowed from the middle-aged man's body along the spear into the young man's hands. For the first time, he discovered that the blood was so hot, but his heart was cold.
Come down.
Because of his own cowardice and fear of death, he took action to kill people, and he also killed innocent people.
thump!
The young man sat down on the ground and started crying hysterically. Along with the rain of blood, the cry filled the entire arena, making him look so sad and helpless.
"Okay, okay! You're good, pick up the gun again and kill the other eighteen people! Otherwise, not only these eighteen people will die next, but you will die too! If you want to survive, then
Kill the others."
Countless monsters on the high platform laughed, as if the scene just now was funny. For them, human beings killing each other is a comedy, a comedy that can make them laugh.
The young man raised his head and stared at the roaring laughter of countless monsters on the high platform. He slowly stood up and stopped crying. A look of deep resentment grew in his eyes.
It's all because of these monsters, otherwise why would he and others fall to this point? I can't die, I want to become stronger, strong enough to kill these monsters!
Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, the young man gently put down the middle-aged man's body and pulled out his spear. His eyes were full of determination. He could not die, he wanted to become stronger, and he wanted to make these monsters pay the price.
Poof!
Poof!
…
The young man became cold-blooded and ruthless in his actions. The dullness in his eyes was no longer there. Instead, there was indifference and resentment. He knew that all he could do now was to kill, to kill these innocent compatriots.
After the young man killed the last person, he came to the corner and suddenly vomited. The sadness and self-blame in his eyes became more intense.
Although his only choice is to kill, how can he feel better every time he thinks of the people of his own race who died in his own hands?
"Well done! Human, what's your name? You can raise the weapon in your hand and kill your own kind. We monsters agree with your shamelessness, haha!" A monster asked loudly, full of mockery.
Placing the spear on the ground, the young man's eyes became firmer than ever before and he did not answer the monster's question.
"It doesn't matter if you don't say it! You did a good job today, and you managed to survive! There will be a gladiatorial fight tomorrow. If you want to survive, then keep killing! Kill your fellow tribesmen and live with their resentment! Haha."
Countless monsters roared with laughter. They looked at the young man as if they were watching a joke. Yes, killing someone of the same clan with his own hands was funny to them!
Time passed day by day, and the young man appeared in the arena every day. Every time, he was able to stand to the end and kill all the other people. The ordinary spear in the young man's hand gradually became stained with blood and turned into a blood gun.
And the young man became more and more indifferent, with an iron heart. No matter who the opponent was, he would kill him with one shot. The only surviving belief in his heart was to live, and live like this.
On this day, the iron fence opened again, and the young man walked out slowly, holding a blood gun and looking coldly.
Stepping on the blood and soil, the young man's eyes showed a hint of astonishment, because he discovered that there was only one person who appeared on the blood and soil today. Normally, more than a dozen people appeared at the same time. It was really hard for one person to appear like this today.
first.
When the young man raised his head and his eyes fell on the figure on the ground, his pupils shrank and his whole body started to tremble.
It was a young girl. Although she was wearing a rough animal skin skirt and her hair was a little disheveled, it still could not hide the girl's snow-white skin and delicate face.
"Xue Yao?"
Slowly spitting out the name, the young man suddenly knelt on the ground on one knee, his mind in confusion...