"It's such a horrible resentment and blood, but unfortunately, I have a blood demon!"

When this resentment and blood energy were about to enter Zhuo Wen's sea of ??knowledge, a suction force suddenly came from the green coffin behind him, and these resentment and blood energy were absorbed by the green coffin immediately, with no power to resist at all.

"Get up!"

With a loud shout, Zhuo Wen pulled out the blood gun very easily, while playing with it with great interest.

The Holy Lord was a little nervous at first, but when he saw Zhuo Wen easily pull out the bleeding gun, his pupils shrank slightly and his eyelids twitched...

Looking at Zhuo Wen who was playing with the blood gun in front of him, the Holy Master still couldn't believe it, the blood gun with countless grievances and blood energy from his ancestors was just picked up by the young man in front of him?

The horror of the resentment in the blood gun, even he found it a little unbearable, but Zhuo Wen pulled out the blood gun so easily, and played with it with great interest.

Seeing this scene, Holy Master felt a strong sense of cheating in his heart!

"Holy Lord! This blood gun is not as scary as you said?" Zhuo Wen said quite satisfied, waving the blood gun casually.

Hearing this, the corner of Shengzhu's mouth twitched. He found that Zhuo Wen's words were very embarrassing, but he temporarily restrained his emotions and said, "It seems that this blood gun is destined for you!"

Zhuo Wen laughed secretly in his heart, if it wasn'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 found that there was a sharp and murderous terrifying idea in the blood gun, which was very strong.

"Guardian Zhuo! You have the memory of your ancestors in this blood gun. This senior has realized the existence of the gun. You can put your thoughts into this blood gun, and maybe there is useful experience in it." St. The Lord said.

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

Boom!

At the moment when the mind entered the blood gun, an extremely terrifying gun force rushed out of the blood gun. Suddenly, countless blood-colored gun shadows, like a blood-colored waterfall, poured down from the sky, killing Zhuo Wen and the blood gun. locked inside.

The Holy Lord stepped back slowly, looked at the countless blood-colored gun shadows in front of him, and murmured in a low voice, "It's really a terrifying gun! I don't know if Guardian Zhuo can realize the real gun from it." Where is the momentum?"

"Forget it! I will stay here for one year, and after one year I will go out to preside over dealing with monsters! I hope Guardian Zhuo will not let me down!"

Said, the Holy Master sat cross-legged, not far from Zhuo Wen, staring quietly at Zhuo Wen who was in the shadow of the blood-colored gun, if Zhuo Wen had any abnormalities, he would immediately stop him.

It is only two years since the monsters were broken, so he can only stay here for one year. After one year, he will call together the strong human races from all over the world to gather in the Holy Sect to prepare to resist the coming army of monsters.

This is a piece of bloody soil, endless, full of blood, on the bloody soil, there is a patter of rain, this rain is blood.

This world is a world of blood. In sight, it is filled with countless blood, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Surrounding this piece of bloody soil is a tall wall of several tens of feet. The wall is blood-colored, with strange blood-colored patterns drawn on it, and it is filled with strange forces.

On the high wall, there is a ring-shaped pedestal, which is very similar to the ancient Roman arena. On the pedestal, there are tall and hideous creatures sitting.

These creatures are not human, they have pitch-black scales, with sharp horns in front of their foreheads, they are three feet high, and their eyes are blood red.

These ferocious creatures, with their blood-colored eyes open, looked down on Zhuowen under the high wall. More precisely, it was not Zhuowen, but behind Zhuowen.

Turning around, Zhuowen looked behind him, there were iron fences, and inside the iron fences was a dark iron prison. In Zhuowen's eyes, inside these iron fences, there were people in rags. of humans.

There are men and women, but most of these human beings have dull eyes, as if numb, and have no attachment to this world at all.

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

Looking at the surrounding scenes, Zhuo Wen quickly realized that these scenes should be the memories of ten thousand years ago in the blood gun, and now his consciousness is reading these little-known memories ten thousand years ago, as if watching Movies are average.

Those hideous creatures on the pedestal on the high wall should be extremely terrifying monsters thousands of years ago. They will enslave, kill, and even abuse the human race, treating the human race as livestock.

Looking at the insensitive human race inside the iron fence, and the monsters laughing and cursing on the high wall, Zhuowen suddenly felt a surge of anger involuntarily. This anger was the sadness and anger of seeing his own race being enslaved and killed by other races.

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

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Humans and animals, if you want to survive, then kill each other, at all costs! Haha!"

On the high wall, the hoarse and unpleasant voice of the monster sounded, and then all the doors of the iron fence were opened, and a number of human races with numb expressions slowly walked out of the iron fence.

Keng Keng Keng!

Weapons of different shapes fell from the sky and stuck upside down on the bloody soil. The human race who walked out of the iron fence looked at the weapons in front of the bloody soil with dull eyes, still motionless, as if time stood still.

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

The voice of the monster came again, like thunder, echoing over the bloody soil.

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