Chapter 820

Looking at Zhuo Wen playing with the blood gun in front of him, the holy master still can't believe that the blood gun with countless grievances and blood of his ancestors was picked up by the young man in front of him?

The horror of the resentment in the blood gun was unbearable even for him, but Zhuo Wen pulled out the blood gun so easily and played with interest.

Seeing this scene, the Lord has a strong sense of pit father in his heart!

"Holy Lord, this blood gun is not as terrible as you said." Zhuo Wen was quite satisfied with the way he waved the blood gun.

Hearing the speech, the corner of the holy master's mouth twitched. He found that Zhuo Wen's sentence was very flat, but he temporarily restrained his emotion and said, "it seems that this blood gun is destined for you!"

Zhuo Wen smiled in his heart. If it weren't for the blood devil, it wouldn't be so easy for him to bear the terrible resentment in the blood gun.

However, at the moment of getting the blood gun, Zhuo Wen found that there was a fierce and murderous terrorist idea in the blood gun, which was very strong.

"Zhuo Dharma protector! You have the memory of your ancestors in this blood gun. This ancestor understands the existence of gun potential. You can pass your thoughts into this blood gun. Maybe it has useful experience for you." the Holy Lord said.

Nodding, Zhuo Wen no longer hesitated, turned his mind into a needle and drilled into the blood gun.

Boom!

At the moment when the idea entered the blood gun, an extremely terrible gun momentum swept out of the blood gun. At that time, countless bloody gun shadows poured down from the sky like a bloody waterfall, blocking Zhuo Wen and the blood gun inside.

The holy master slowly retreated a few steps, looked at the countless bloody gun shadows in front of him, looked very dignified, murmured in a low voice, "it's really a terrible gun potential! I don't know whether Zhuo protector can realize the real gun potential from it?"

"Well, I'll stay here for a year. In a year, I'll go out to preside over the handling of demons! I hope you don't disappoint me, Zhuo protector!"

With that, the Lord sat cross legged and sat not far from Zhuo Wen, staring quietly at Zhuo Wen in the shadow of the bloody gun. If Zhuo Wen had anything unusual, he would stop it immediately.

It's only two years since the demon was broken, so he can only stay here for one year. After one year, he will gather the strong people from all over the world to gather the holy sect and prepare to resist the coming demon army.

This is a piece of blood soil, endless, full of blood color. On the blood soil, there is intermittent rain. This rain is blood water.

This world is a world of blood. In the sight, it is full of countless blood colors, and the smell of choking blood is filled in the air.

Around this piece of blood soil, there is a tall wall of tens of feet. The wall is blood colored. Strange blood lines are drawn on it, which is filled with strange forces.

Above the high wall, there is a ring-shaped seat, which is very similar to the fighting field in ancient Rome. On that seat, there are tall and ferocious creatures.

These creatures are not human. They have dark scales, sharp horns on their foreheads, up to three feet high, and blood red eyes.

These ferocious creatures, with bloody eyes, looked down at Zhuo Wen under the high wall. More accurately, it was not Zhuo Wen, but behind Zhuo Wen.

Turning around, Zhuo Wen looked behind him. There were iron fences. Among the iron fences were dark iron prisons. In Zhuo Wen's eyes, in these iron fences, there were actually a human in rags.

There are men and women, but most of these humans are dull eyed, as if numb, and have no attachment to the world.

"Is this the past of that bloody space ten thousand years ago?"

Looking at the surrounding scenes, Zhuo Wen soon realized that these scenes should be the memories of ten thousand years ago in the blood gun. Now his consciousness is reading these little-known memories of ten thousand years ago, as if watching a movie.

Those ferocious creatures on the platform on the high wall should be the terrible demons ten thousand years ago. They will enslave the Terran, kill the Terran, even abuse the Terran, and treat the Terran as animals.

Looking at the insensitive Terrans in the iron fence and the demons laughing and scolding on the high wall, Zhuo Wen suddenly had a towering anger in his heart. This anger was the sadness and anger of seeing his race enslaved and killed by others.

Zhuo Wen himself is a human race, but now seeing his race being treated like this by a group of demons who are neither human nor ghost, how can he not be angry?

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Human animals, if you want to live, kill each other at all costs! Ha ha!"

On the high wall, the hoarse and ugly voice of the demon sounded. Then all the iron fence doors were opened, and a numb looking Terran came out of the iron fence slowly.

Keng Keng!

Weapons of different shapes fell from the sky, inserted upside down on the blood soil, and the Terrans who walked out of the iron fence looked at the weapons in front of the blood soil with dull eyes, still motionless, as if time was static.

"Hmm? Don't kill? If you don't kill twenty people, all of you will die! If you fight each other, the winner can live, and only one person can live! Choose, either all of you will die or one person will live."

The voice of the demon came again, like thunder, echoing over the blood land.

Patter!

The blood rain fell again, and it became bigger and bigger, dyeing the space with rich blood color. The twenty celebrities still didn't move, and their eyes were still numb, allowing the blood rain to fall on them.

"OK! Since you don't kill me, I will kill you all!" the devil's voice became a little angry and planned to do it.

"Kill!"

However, when the demon was about to kill, a sad cry sounded. A young man rushed out of a corner sobbing, took out a plain long gun on the blood soil and rushed towards another middle-aged man nearby.

The middle-aged man's eyes were dull and looked at the boy who came running. He still didn't move, but looked at the boy quietly.

Pooh!

The middle-aged man took a few steps back, spit out a big mouthful of blood, but his face showed a peaceful smile, stared at the young man and said, "thank you, try to live!"

With that, the middle-aged man fell to the ground, his breath gradually became weak, and finally died

The young man was stunned. He held a long gun in his hands. A stream of blood flowed into the young man's hands from the middle-aged man's body. For the first time, he found that the blood was so hot, but his heart was cold.

Because of his cowardice and fear of death in his heart, he killed people and innocent people.

Plop!

The boy sat down on the ground and cried hysterically. With the blood rain, the cry filled the whole arena, looking so sad and helpless.

"Good, good! You are good. Pick up your gun again and kill the other 18 people! Otherwise, not only these 18 people will die next, but you will also die! If you want to survive, kill the others."

Countless demons on the high platform laughed, as if the scene just now was very funny. For them, the human race killing each other is a comedy, a comedy that can make them laugh.

The young man looked up, stared at the roaring laughter of countless demons on the high platform, slowly stood up, no longer cried, and a deep look of resentment grew in his eyes.

It's all because of these demons. Otherwise, why did he and others fall to this point? I can't die. I want to become stronger and strong enough to kill these demons!

Erase the tears from the corners of his eyes, the boy gently put down the middle-aged man's body and took out the long gun. His eyes were full of firmness. He could not die. He wanted to become stronger. He wanted to make these demons pay a price.

Pooh!

Pooh!

The young man became cold-blooded and ruthless. The stagnation in his eyes was no longer seen. There was some indifference and resentment. He knew that all he could do now was to kill and kill these innocent compatriots.

When the boy killed the last person, he came to the corner and suddenly vomited. The color of sadness and self blame in his eyes became more and more strong.

Although his only choice was to kill, how could he feel better when he remembered that he had died in his own hands?

"Good job! Human, what's your name? You can raise the weapons in your hands and blade your own clan. We agree with your shamelessness, ha ha!" a demon asked loudly, full of ridicule.

With the long gun on the ground, the boy's eyes became more firm than ever and did not answer the devil's questions.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it! You did a good job today and survived! There will be fights tomorrow. If you want to survive, then continue to kill! Kill your peers and live in their resentment! Ha ha."

Countless demons roared with laughter. They looked at the young man like a joke. Yes, it's very funny for them!

As time went by, the young man appeared in the arena every day, and each time he could stand to the end and kill all the others. The ordinary long gun in the young man's hand gradually dyed blood and became a blood gun.

And the youth is more and more indifferent. His heart is like fine iron. No matter who the other party is, he will shoot it. The only surviving belief in his heart is to live, so live.

On this day, the iron fence was opened again, and the boy walked out slowly, holding a blood gun with indifferent eyes.

Stepping on the blood soil, the young man's eyes showed a trace of amazement, because he found that there was only one person on the blood soil today. On weekdays, more than a dozen people appeared at the same time. It was the first time for a person to appear like this today.

When the boy looked up and his eyes fell on the figure on the ground, his pupils shrank and his whole body trembled.

It was a young girl. Although she was wearing a rough animal skin skirt and her hair was a little messy, she still couldn't cover up the girl's snow-white skin and exquisite face.

"Xueyao?"

Slowly spit out the name, the boy suddenly knelt on one knee and his mind was in chaos