Chapter 822

The endless sea of blood swept across, Zhuo Wen stood quietly on the blood soil, looked at the two tightly embracing figures, and there was a touch of sadness in his eyes.

It's so sad that the person he loves most and wants to protect died in front of him. Although Zhuo Wen can't know the boy's inner sadness, he can't help being moved by this scene.

This is the memory in the blood gun. Zhuo Wen also knows that the boy is probably the owner of the blood gun, but the blood gun presents this memory ten thousand years ago in front of him.

The owner of the blood gun, that is, the young man, felt the extreme sadness after Xueyao's death, and finally understood the gun potential of blood. This gun potential was very terrible, which mobilized countless blood gases in the blood soil. Under this force, the demon had no resistance at all.

"Love is deep and sorrow is deep! In the extreme sorrow, I understand the gun potential of Shura blood. This is the potential of my master. Can you understand it?"

A low voice sounded, and a figure came out of the sea of countless blood. The figure was the young man just now. The young man's eyes were red with a touch of sadness.

"Are you... The boy? You're not dead?" Zhuo Wen asked hesitantly, looking at the boy in front of him.

The young man shook his head and said, "my master sank into the sea of blood with his lover thousands of years ago. I am the spirit of a blood gun."

"I didn't expect that the original ordinary spear grew up into a spear spirit in the continuous killing! I'm afraid this spear has reached the power of Tianjie Lingbao."

Xiao Hei's voice sounded from Zhuo Wen's mind, with a trace of banter in his voice.

Zhuo Wen nodded, and his eyes also showed a trace of admiration. The young man ten thousand years ago was really amazing. He was originally an ordinary young man without cultivation, but he continued to grow in the killing, and finally realized the gun potential of Shura blood, one of the general trends of the world.

The gun spirit glanced at Zhuo Wen lightly and said, "before, the holy master of the holy sect has told me that you are indeed a genius to use the gun, and there seems to be a very powerful monster in the green coffin behind you, which has absorbed all the grievances I released."

"However, it's not so easy for you to understand the gun potential! You've never experienced the extreme sadness of my master. It's difficult to understand the gun potential of Shura blood."

At this point, the gun spirit shook his head, and some didn't think much of Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen also understood the words of the gun spirit. The gun potential of Shura blood really needs to experience a very sad thing to finally understand it. Zhuo Wen has no such experience. It is really difficult to understand this gun potential.

"I'm afraid it's not aimless for me to watch the memory just now?" Zhuo Wen suddenly asked.

He didn't believe that the memory shown to him by the gun spirit just now would have no intention at all, so he asked.

"You are very smart! I deliberately showed you that memory. Over the past ten thousand years, you are the first to understand the meaning of the gun to the highest level. If you want to further understand the gun potential, there is undoubtedly an excellent foundation."

"And the devil is about to invade this world. You must understand the gun potential of Shura blood. This is the real enemy of the devil, which is stronger than the light potential of the Lord."

Zhuo Wen came forward and said, "what do I need to do to understand the gun potential of Shura blood?"

"You have to experience, to experience what my master has experienced! Enter my master's memory and experience his experience and spiritual journey!"

The gun spirit stared at Zhuo Wen, and suddenly the soles of his feet stepped on him. The whole person turned into a blood shadow and entered the heart of Zhuo Wen's eyebrow. Then Zhuo Wen only felt the darkness in front of him.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he found that he was in a dark prison and looked at the iron fence of the cage. Zhuo Wen found that outside the iron fence was the bloody arena, which he had just experienced.

And he also found that his clothes had changed. He was only wearing animal skin shorts. His whole body was dirty and looked quite embarrassed.

"My body became the boy?"

Looking at his dress, Zhuo Wen found that this was not the blood gun boy. Has he become the blood gun boy now?

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

The voice of the demon suddenly sounded, and then the iron fence in front of Zhuo Wen was opened, and his body didn't listen to the accusation and went out, looking around.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed a hint of insight. At first, he looked at what happened in the arena as a bystander, but now the gun spirit actually linked his eyes with the youth.

The sight of the young man has also become the sight of Zhuo Wen. At the moment, Zhuo Wen can't control his body at all. His eyes can only shake with the young man. Even he can feel the anxious mood of the young man.

Keng Keng!

Weapons of different shapes fell from the sky and were inserted upside down on the blood and earth.

Looking at the weapon in front of him, the boy was startled. Zhuo Wen could feel the fear in the boy's body. This emotion also involuntarily made him nervous.

"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 came down again, and it became bigger and bigger. It dyed the space full of blood. The boy trembled all over. Looking at the demons on the high wall, his heart was full of fear.

"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.

Hearing this sentence, the boy trembled all over and thought of a beautiful shadow in his mind. It was Xueyao, his sister. He said he wanted to protect her. He couldn't die!

"Kill!"

The boy sobbed, drew out a long gun and stabbed the nearest middle-aged man.

The blood splashed out, and the gushing blood stained his hands and cheeks. In Zhuo Wen's perception, it was so real that he even saw the relieved smile on the middle-aged face, and a sense of guilt suddenly rose in his heart.

In this way, Zhuo Wen experienced everything that the youth had experienced from the perspective of the youth. It was a sad time. What filled the youth's heart was self blame, guilt and killing.

These negative emotions almost make the tortured teenagers crazy, but every time they think of Xueyao's figure, the teenagers always bite their teeth and carry it down, and their belief that they can't die is more firm.

In the bloody space, the Holy Lord slowly opened his eyes, looked at the figure shrouded by the bloody gun shadow in front, and sighed: "Zhuo Dharma protector, there is only one year left! I hope you can really understand the gun potential in this last year."

With that, the Lord got up and left this space. There was only one year left. What he had to do was not to continue waiting for Zhuo Wen to wake up, but to focus on how to gather the strong human beings to resist the invasion of demons a year later.

After returning to the holy master peak, the holy master no longer concealed the news of the demon invasion, but ordered the elders to spread the news throughout the holy sect.

For a moment, all the disciples and elders of the holy sect knew such important news. Even because of such news, the holy sect was confused. Fortunately, the Holy Lord had some means to calm the confusion.

After the chaos subsided, many disciples and elders of the holy sect also knew the seriousness of the demon invasion, so they began to prepare in an orderly manner under the dispatch of the Holy Lord, Dharma protector and the ten elders.

At the same time, Shengzong sent many teams to various cities, ready to summon the strong people of the cities to come to Shengzong to jointly resist the coming demons.

The strongmen of the city did not refuse. They knew that the holy Pope was the final barrier against demons. If the holy Pope collapsed, their cities would no longer exist.

Countless strong people scattered all over the country are coming to the holy sect. For a while, the original powerful holy sect has become more powerful because of the participation of strong people from all over the country.

The Holy Lord also arranged extremely powerful defensive arrays with some array masters in the mountain range where the holy sect is located.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the holy sect became more and more dignified, because with the passage of time, the demons became closer and closer to them.

Three years later, it was a cold morning. On the holy master peak, the holy master, the left and right Dharma protectors and the ten elders stood on the peak and silently stared at an abyss several kilometers away from the holy Pope.

There is a golden barrier on the surface of the abyss, but now the golden barrier has become more and more dark and willing to break at any time.

This golden barrier was left by Taoist Canglong ten thousand years ago to suppress demons hiding in the abyss.

The power of the golden barrier is really powerful. Unfortunately, after too long years, for tens of thousands of years, the seal has become more and more fragile, like a candle in the wind.

Although the Lord intends to repair the seal left ten thousand years ago, unfortunately, the principle of the seal is too complex. The master of the whole Lord's array, let alone repair, can't even understand it. This is why the Lord can only make the decision of fighting to the death.

Today is the last day of the three-year deadline. The seal can't last long. The demon will break the seal soon.

"It seems that Zhuo protector finally failed to realize the gun potential in the last year. It seems that we can only rely on us!"

Zhuo Wen didn't come out today. The Lord knows that Zhuo Wen may not have succeeded in understanding the gun potential, and the loss in his heart can be imagined.

"Lord, at the beginning, you even spent your heart and effort to help Zhuo Wen. In the end, the boy didn't realize the general trend of heaven and earth. He was a waste!"

The left and right Dharma guardians look a little ugly. Zhuo Wen hasn't come out yet. They know that it's almost impossible to rely on Zhuo Wen, so they can't help swearing.

The Lord shook his head. When he was about to speak, a violent vibration came