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Eight hundred and twentieth chapters kill the body and become a benevolent, incarnation of Shura

Countless seas of blood were like hurricanes, raging in the sky behind Zhuo Wen, and Zhuo Wen stood under the sea of ​​blood like a hell Shura.

For two years, Zhuo Wen, as that young man, has been replaying the tragic events that happened that year, feeling the sorrow and indignation in the young man's heart, as well as the unwillingness to be controlled by someone's life and death.

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At that moment, Zhuo Wen could even realize that he was no longer himself, but the young man. Finally, at the last moment of the young man's experience, he saw Xue Yao die in front of him.

Zhuo Wen's heart was shaken, and at that moment, Zhuo Wen's eyes shed tears of blood, and he truly realized the power of Shura's blood spear that the young man had understood.

Moreover, in the past two years, Zhuo Wen's own cultivation has been continuously growing and transforming, from the early stage of Xuanzun Realm to the peak of Xuanzun Realm.

"Kill yourself to become a benevolent person and transform into Shura!"

Muttering in a low voice, Zhuo Wen stepped on the sole of his foot, and countless seas of blood surged. Suddenly, the entire blood-colored space began to collapse under the raging sea of ​​blood.

"A monster broke into this place just now. It seems that the three-year period has expired. Has the monster invaded the Holy Sect?"

As he spoke, Zhuo Wen brought a sea of ​​blood and a blood gun in his hand, and swept straight towards the ground, reaching the extreme speed.

At this moment, within the Holy Sect, an atmosphere of despair gradually spread. All the warriors of the Holy Sect were basically trapped in a black cage by the Demon King. Even the Holy Lord could not escape this fate.

Especially the disciples and elders of the Holy Sect, seeing those ugly monsters constantly destroying and desecrating the four peaks of the Holy Sect, their hearts were filled with indignation.

After all, the Holy Sect is the holy land of martial arts in their hearts. Now it has not only been attacked by monsters, but also been ruined by these monsters. How can they feel happy?

In the black cage, a young woman looked at the monsters that were wreaking havoc in the Holy Sect with complex eyes, her teeth clenched, her delicate body trembling.

This woman was Yao Xueling, who had brought Zhuo Wen to the Trial Peak. At this moment, Yao Xueling's beautiful eyes were filled with sadness. She had been living in the Holy Sect with her brother since she was a child.

It can be said that the Holy Sect is her home, but now that her sacred home is being ruined by these ugly monsters, Yao Xueling feels extremely uncomfortable.

"Are we humans really going to become slaves to these monsters like we did thousands of years ago?"

A palm gently patted Yao Xueling's shoulder. Yao Yan came to Yao Xueling's side with a sluggish expression and sighed: "That demon king is too powerful. Even the Holy Lord is not its opponent. I'm afraid our human race is really

There is no way to escape the fate of being a slave."

Yao Yan's face was gloomy and his eyes were lifeless. The despair in his heart was even greater than that of Yao Xueling. After the Holy Lord was defeated by the Demon King, he knew that their human race no longer had much hope.

"Brother! Do you think it is possible for Zhuo Wen to defeat the devil?"

Yao Xueling felt very unwilling, but she couldn't help but think of the unruly and arrogant young man three years ago.

That young man once broke into the Holy Sect with his own strength and defeated the ten elders and the left and right guardians. Even the Holy Lord attached great importance to him and granted him the position of great guardian.

Zhuo Wen's power had already penetrated into Yao Xueling's heart. I don't know when, but Yao Xueling had a feeling that the young man could not be defeated. Although this feeling was a bit absurd, Yao Xueling believed it for some reason.

In her heart, that strong young man left such a deep impression on her that she had the illusion that he would not be defeated.

Yao Yan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Although Protector Zhuo is strong, I'm afraid he is still weaker than the Holy Lord! Even the Holy Lord is not the opponent of the Demon King, and Protector Zhuo is probably unlikely to be his opponent."

"Furthermore, Protector Zhuo has not appeared in the Holy Sect in the past three years. I am afraid he got the news in advance and escaped! After all, due to the seal of this monster, the Holy Sect is not safe here."

Yao Xueling shook her head, her beautiful eyes full of determination, and said, "No! I believe Protector Zhuo is not the kind of person to shrink back."

Seeing Yao Xueling's hopeful look, Yao Yan didn't refute, just shook his head. If he were Zhuo Wen, he would never wade into this muddy water. After all, the gains outweigh the losses!

When everyone was in the most despair, suddenly a violent vibration came from below the Holy Lord Peak, and then the standing Holy Lord Peak was completely shattered and collapsed in front of everyone's astonished eyes.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The screams were endless, and the monsters that tried to search into the Holy Lord Peak actually let out screams one after another, and then strangely exploded into clouds of blood mist.

"What's going on? Why did the Holy Lord Peak suddenly collapse?"

Everyone in the Holy Sect looked at the collapsed Holy Lord Peak with doubts in their eyes. Especially when they saw the monsters that exploded into a ball of blood mist on the Holy Lord Peak, everyone's doubts became even stronger.

"Um?"

The Demon King narrowed his eyes and naturally noticed the strange behavior of the Holy Lord Peak. On the other hand, the Holy Lord trapped in the cage had a bright light in his eyes.

Boom boom boom!

The moment the Holy Lord Peak collapsed, a monstrous sea of ​​blood surged out from below the Holy Lord Peak. It was endless and almost covered the sky above the Holy Lord Peak.

In the sea of ​​blood, a young man as tall as a pine and cypress, holding a blood gun, stepped on the sea of ​​blood, walking step by step towards the void.

Looking at this young man who suddenly appeared, many people in the Holy Sect had doubts in their eyes. They seemed to have never seen this young man in front of them in the Holy Sect?

"This person is the Great Protector. Two years ago, the Holy Lord and the Great Protector went to the Holy Master Peak. I saw the face of the Great Protector, and it was him!"

"What? This boy is actually the Great Protector of our Holy Sect. It is said that the Great Protector is about twenty years old. When I saw him today, he is really young!"

"The Great Protector is so young and probably not very strong. If he comes out to face the Demon King now, he is simply seeking death!"

Originally, Zhuo Wen broke through the peak, which aroused hope in many people. However, after recognizing Zhuo Wen's identity, many people showed signs of despair again.

Rumors about the Great Protector were widely spread within the Holy Sect. Everyone speculated that the Great Protector must be related to the Holy Lord, so he was awarded the position of Great Protector at such a young age.

As for Zhuo Wen relying on his own strength to obtain the Great Protector, it is unlikely that the Holy Sect would believe it, so they did not have much expectations for Zhuo Wen, and their eyes remained indifferent.

The person who rushed out at this moment was naturally Zhuo Wen. Naturally, Zhuo Wen didn't hear the remarks of some people from the Holy Sect. Even if he heard it, he wouldn't care too much.

"I never thought that there would be such a person slipping through the net in your Holy Sect! Children, this person is left to you, and you can handle it as you wish."

The Demon King glanced at Zhuo Wen indifferently, not caring in his heart. After all, the human being in front of him was too young, and his strength might not be much better.

"Jie Jie! Thank you so much for the reward, my king!"

As soon as the Demon King said this, many monsters behind him burst out with sinister laughter, their red eyes staring closely at Zhuo Wen, as if they were staring at a delicious meal.

"Kill this boy, I want to taste the taste of his meat."

Whoosh whoosh!

Thousands of monsters rushed towards Zhuo Wen with sharp screams. They all spoke without hesitation, as if Zhuo Wen was already in their possession.

"Want to taste my meat? Then try it!"

Zhuo Wen's face was expressionless, and he flicked the blood gun in his hand, and countless seas of blood enveloped the monsters that were flying towards him.

Poof!

Poof!



In an instant, the thousands of monsters that flew towards them exploded into clouds of blood mist under the erosion of the blood sea. This blood mist was absorbed by the blood sea, making the blood sea even more terrifying and powerful.

"What? Killed thousands of monsters with one shot, the Great Protector is actually so strong?"

Looking at this scene, the originally desperate warriors of the Holy Sect were dumbfounded, and soon their eyes glowed with brilliance again.

"Shura Blood Spear Power?"

The devil's voice was low, and his dark pupils stared closely at the sea of ​​​​blood around Zhuo Wen, and his eyes became extremely serious. The moment Zhuo Wen used the sea of ​​​​blood, he recognized that the general trend of heaven and earth controlled by Zhuo Wen was actually the power of Shura's Blood Spear

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The power of Shura's blood spear is much more powerful than the Holy Lord's light power, and it is extremely murderous. Even for monsters who kill without blinking an eye, this Shura's blood spear is extremely terrifying.

Thousands of years ago, there was a human being who understood this terrifying trend of heaven and earth, transformed into Shura, and almost killed countless monsters. If that human being had not had the will to die, the losses to their monsters would have been even greater.

"Are you the king of monsters?"

Zhuo Wen held a gun in his right hand, his blood-red eyes staring indifferently at the demon king who was thousands of feet tall in front of him.

"Human! There is no benefit in going against our Moro clan. Submit to our Moro clan, and I will make you the King of Moro, and your status will be equal to my own."

The Demon King stared at Zhuo Wen with some fear, his voice was low and hoarse.

"Aren't you going to enslave our human race? Why are you recruiting me now?"

Zhuo Wen sneered, but in his heart he had a new understanding of the power of Shura's blood spear. Even the demon king was extremely afraid of this spear power. It seemed to be extraordinary.

"I make you the king of the human race, and all the humans will listen to you and even do whatever you want! Don't you humans just like the feeling of controlling other people's lives?" the devil said seductively.

However, Zhuo Wen's expression became even more indifferent. This demon king really regarded human beings as animals, and he could even say such things so naturally.

"Now I am only interested in your life, kill it!"

After saying that, Zhuo Wen stepped on the sole of his foot, holding the blood gun in his hand, and headed straight towards the Demon King, wrapped in a sea of ​​​​blood.

The Demon King looked ugly, screamed and said: "I recruited you with good intentions, but you are so unreasonable, so don't blame me for being rude! So what if you master the power of Shura Blood Spear? I may not be able to

Scared."


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