Chapter: 1267
"I really didn't expect that an ordinary long spear back then grew into a spear spirit in the midst of constant killing! This long spear may have reached the power of a heavenly spirit treasure."
Xiao Hei's voice sounded from Zhuo Wen's mind, and there was a trace of playfulness in his voice.
Zhuo Wen nodded, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. The young man ten thousand years ago was really amazing. He was originally an ordinary young man with no cultivation, but he continued to grow in the killing, and finally realized the world. One of the major trends is the spear of Shura's blood.
Gun Ling glanced at Zhuo Wen faintly, and said: "Before, the Holy Master of the Holy Sect has told me about you, you are indeed a genius with guns, and there seems to be a very powerful monster in the green coffin behind you , actually absorbed all the resentment I released."
"However, it is not so easy for you to comprehend the power of the spear! You have never experienced the extreme sorrow of my master. It is very difficult to comprehend the power of Shura's blood spear."
Speaking of this, Gun Ling shook his head a little bit, and looked a bit unfavorable about Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen also understood the words of the gun spirit. It is true that the power of the spear of Shura's blood needs to experience extremely sad things before he can finally comprehend it. However, Zhuo Wen has no such experience, so it is really difficult to experience this kind of gun power.
"The memory just now let me watch it, I'm afraid it wasn't for no reason?" Zhuo Wen asked suddenly.
He didn't believe that the memory that Gun Ling showed him just now had no intention at all, that's why he asked such a question.
"You are very smart! I showed you that memory on purpose. In ten thousand years, you are the first existence to comprehend spear intent to its peak. If you want to further comprehend spear power, you undoubtedly have an excellent foundation."
"Besides, monsters are about to invade this world. You must comprehend the power of Shura's blood spear. This is the real nemesis of monsters, and it is stronger than the power of the Holy Lord."
Zhuo Wen stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Then what do I need to do to comprehend the power of Shura's blood spear?"
"You have to experience, to experience everything my master has experienced! Enter my master's memory, and experience his past experience and spiritual journey!"
Spear Spirit stared at Zhuo Wen, and suddenly stepped on the sole of his foot, and his whole body turned into a blood shadow, which entered the depth of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, and then Zhuo Wen only felt that his eyes were pitch black.
When he slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dark prison, looking towards the iron fence of the cage, Zhuo Wen found that outside the iron fence was the bloody arena, just now he The bloody arena that he had just experienced.
And he also found that the clothes on his body had also changed, he was only wearing animal skin shorts, his whole body was dirty, and he looked quite embarrassed.
"My body turned into that boy?"
Looking at the attire on his body, Zhuo Wen realized that this was not the boy with the blood gun. Has he become the boy with the blood gun now?
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Humans and animals, if you want to survive, then kill each other, at all costs! Haha!"
The sound of the monster suddenly sounded, and then the iron fence in front of Zhuo Wen was opened, and his body walked out without listening to the accusation, and looked around helplessly.
There was a hint of understanding in Zhuo Wen's eyes. At first, he was watching everything that happened in this arena as a bystander, but now the gun spirit actually connected his sight with the young man.
The young man's sight has also become Zhuo Wen's sight. At this moment, Zhuo Wen can't control his body at all, his gaze can only follow the young man's constant shaking, and he can even feel the anxiety on the young man.
Keng Keng Keng!
A series of weapons of different shapes fell from the sky and stuck upside down on the bloody soil.
Looking at the weapon in front of him, the boy was taken aback. Zhuo Wen could feel the panic in the boy's body, and this emotion involuntarily made him a little nervous.
"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.
Drizzling!
The blood rain fell again, and it became bigger and bigger, dyeing this space a rich blood color. The young man was trembling all over. Looking at the monsters on the high wall, his heart was full of fear.
"Okay! Since you don't want to kill, then I will kill you all!" The voice of the monster became a little annoyed, and it was actually planning to make a move.
Hearing the monster's words, the young man trembled all over, and a beautiful figure came to mind, that was Xueyao, his sister, he said he would protect her, he couldn't die!
"kill!"
The boy whimpered and drew out a long spear, and stabbed at the nearest middle-aged man.
The blood splashed out, and the gushing blood stained his hands and cheeks. In Zhuowen's perception, it was so real. He even saw the relieved smile on the middle-aged man's face, and his heart was filled with tears. Suddenly a sense of guilt rose.
...
In this way, Zhuo Wen experienced all the things that the boy experienced in the boy's perspective from the boy's perspective. It was a sad time, and the boy's heart was filled with self-blame, guilt and killing.
These kinds of negative emotions almost tormented the young man who was about to go crazy, but every time he thought of Xueyao's figure, the young man gritted his teeth and endured it, and his belief in not being able to die became more firm.
...
In the blood-colored space, the Holy Master slowly opened his eyes, looked at the figure shrouded in blood-colored gun shadows in front of him, and sighed: "Guardian Zhuo, there is only one year left! I hope you can survive this last day In a few years, I can really realize the power of the gun."
Saying that, the Holy Master got up and left this space. There is only one year left. What he has to do is not to continue to wait for Zhuo Wen to wake up, but to start on how to gather the strong human beings to resist the evil one year later. Monster invasion. JrNovels.com
Xiao Hei's voice sounded from Zhuo Wen's mind, and there was a trace of playfulness in his voice.
Zhuo Wen nodded, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes. The young man ten thousand years ago was really amazing. He was originally an ordinary young man with no cultivation, but he continued to grow in the killing, and finally realized the world. One of the major trends is the spear of Shura's blood.
Gun Ling glanced at Zhuo Wen faintly, and said: "Before, the Holy Master of the Holy Sect has told me about you, you are indeed a genius with guns, and there seems to be a very powerful monster in the green coffin behind you , actually absorbed all the resentment I released."
"However, it is not so easy for you to comprehend the power of the spear! You have never experienced the extreme sorrow of my master. It is very difficult to comprehend the power of Shura's blood spear."
Speaking of this, Gun Ling shook his head a little bit, and looked a bit unfavorable about Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen also understood the words of the gun spirit. It is true that the power of the spear of Shura's blood needs to experience extremely sad things before he can finally comprehend it. However, Zhuo Wen has no such experience, so it is really difficult to experience this kind of gun power.
"The memory just now let me watch it, I'm afraid it wasn't for no reason?" Zhuo Wen asked suddenly.
He didn't believe that the memory that Gun Ling showed him just now had no intention at all, that's why he asked such a question.
"You are very smart! I showed you that memory on purpose. In ten thousand years, you are the first existence to comprehend spear intent to its peak. If you want to further comprehend spear power, you undoubtedly have an excellent foundation."
"Besides, monsters are about to invade this world. You must comprehend the power of Shura's blood spear. This is the real nemesis of monsters, and it is stronger than the power of the Holy Lord."
Zhuo Wen stepped forward and cupped his hands and said, "Then what do I need to do to comprehend the power of Shura's blood spear?"
"You have to experience, to experience everything my master has experienced! Enter my master's memory, and experience his past experience and spiritual journey!"
Spear Spirit stared at Zhuo Wen, and suddenly stepped on the sole of his foot, and his whole body turned into a blood shadow, which entered the depth of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows, and then Zhuo Wen only felt that his eyes were pitch black.
When he slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dark prison, looking towards the iron fence of the cage, Zhuo Wen found that outside the iron fence was the bloody arena, just now he The bloody arena that he had just experienced.
And he also found that the clothes on his body had also changed, he was only wearing animal skin shorts, his whole body was dirty, and he looked quite embarrassed.
"My body turned into that boy?"
Looking at the attire on his body, Zhuo Wen realized that this was not the boy with the blood gun. Has he become the boy with the blood gun now?
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Humans and animals, if you want to survive, then kill each other, at all costs! Haha!"
The sound of the monster suddenly sounded, and then the iron fence in front of Zhuo Wen was opened, and his body walked out without listening to the accusation, and looked around helplessly.
There was a hint of understanding in Zhuo Wen's eyes. At first, he was watching everything that happened in this arena as a bystander, but now the gun spirit actually connected his sight with the young man.
The young man's sight has also become Zhuo Wen's sight. At this moment, Zhuo Wen can't control his body at all, his gaze can only follow the young man's constant shaking, and he can even feel the anxiety on the young man.
Keng Keng Keng!
A series of weapons of different shapes fell from the sky and stuck upside down on the bloody soil.
Looking at the weapon in front of him, the boy was taken aback. Zhuo Wen could feel the panic in the boy's body, and this emotion involuntarily made him a little nervous.
"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.
Drizzling!
The blood rain fell again, and it became bigger and bigger, dyeing this space a rich blood color. The young man was trembling all over. Looking at the monsters on the high wall, his heart was full of fear.
"Okay! Since you don't want to kill, then I will kill you all!" The voice of the monster became a little annoyed, and it was actually planning to make a move.
Hearing the monster's words, the young man trembled all over, and a beautiful figure came to mind, that was Xueyao, his sister, he said he would protect her, he couldn't die!
"kill!"
The boy whimpered and drew out a long spear, and stabbed at the nearest middle-aged man.
The blood splashed out, and the gushing blood stained his hands and cheeks. In Zhuowen's perception, it was so real. He even saw the relieved smile on the middle-aged man's face, and his heart was filled with tears. Suddenly a sense of guilt rose.
...
In this way, Zhuo Wen experienced all the things that the boy experienced in the boy's perspective from the boy's perspective. It was a sad time, and the boy's heart was filled with self-blame, guilt and killing.
These kinds of negative emotions almost tormented the young man who was about to go crazy, but every time he thought of Xueyao's figure, the young man gritted his teeth and endured it, and his belief in not being able to die became more firm.
...
In the blood-colored space, the Holy Master slowly opened his eyes, looked at the figure shrouded in blood-colored gun shadows in front of him, and sighed: "Guardian Zhuo, there is only one year left! I hope you can survive this last day In a few years, I can really realize the power of the gun."
Saying that, the Holy Master got up and left this space. There is only one year left. What he has to do is not to continue to wait for Zhuo Wen to wake up, but to start on how to gather the strong human beings to resist the evil one year later. Monster invasion. JrNovels.com
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