Chapter 277 Blood Rain
Guan Xingu was in front of Gu Yan.
He lowered his head, listening to the people's more and more fervent shouts and curses coming from behind like a wave, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably. It was out of fear, shame, and confusion.
Changqiu Temple is a Buddhist temple, and the word compassion always lingers in the mouths of the monks. In the past, he had already heard these two words in his ears, and he could discuss the true meaning with others casually, and the words came back and forth. Mercy and mercy.
At that time, he never thought that one day, he would have such a strong and indifferent sense of compassion after speaking the word of compassion.
Guan Xingu suddenly raised his head, looked at Gu Yan with his last courage, and said trembling, "Please ... please kill me."
When he said this, his eyes were wide open, revealing the most sincere light in his life - this was the only possibility he could think of for himself to atone for his sins, and what's more, he didn't want to see it with his own eyes. Look at the horrific scene of a river of blood.
Gu Zhuo heard it clearly.
The butcher's knife was held in his hand, and he could slash at the opponent's neck at any time, causing blood to splash everywhere like a waterfall.
Then he can hold the opponent by the collar and drag them through the long street like a dead dog, thus intimidating the civilians who have fallen into madness.
But he did nothing, neither killing nor words.
Guan Xingu watched Gu Yan passing by with himself, from liberation to blank, his eyes from bright to dull.
It's like a light that's about to go out.
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Gu Yan walked towards the stairs, ignoring those ordinary people standing in the restaurant, and went to the street.
There are countless faces in his eyes. It was the horizontal face of the street -free man. It was the anger of the seventy elderly people. It was the innocent and enthusiastic of the tender child, and it was the hysteria of the weaver woman.
These are ordinary people who have been born and raised in Jiluo City for hundreds of years.
All of these ordinary people were looking at him at this moment, holding iron picks and bricks and wooden sticks as so -called weapons in their hands, and yelled loudly to cover up words in their hearts.
"Kill the magic head of this slaughter!"
"Can't let him live, otherwise our family will die!"
Gu Yanluo was ignored, and let these people wave the weapons in their hands to fight themselves. After returning, they pushed each other, and they crowded each other until they fell to the ground and trampled on each other to make sorrows and screams.
So in the chaos, the people thought it was the devil began to kill, and more fear was breeding in the panic, and the so -called courage that he hypnotized himself was hypnotized.
This is the picture he really sees. What he did not see was the calmness of the people in the family, the chic and handsomeness of celebrity scholars, the strictness of the elders of the Buddhism, and the responsibility and responsibility of the court officials.
All these high-ranking figures were nowhere to be seen at this moment, as if they were submerged by this endless sea of people.
Gu Yan walked towards this sea of people, and his expression was calm and indifferent.
There was a wind blowing, coming from nowhere, blowing my clothes.
The majestic true energy then came out and followed the wind across the long street, forcibly opening a path in the sea of people.
Gu Yingxing is in it.
Passed by those ordinary people who tried to grab the corners of his clothes, passed by those ordinary people whose heads were bruised and bloody by the rebounding stones, and passed by those ordinary people who were covered with urine from their own chamber pots. , passing through all these ordinary people who have lost themselves due to external forces and self-hypnosis
At a certain moment, a blood-stained flying sword suddenly appeared in the sea of people shrouded in sunlight, slashing at Gu Zhuo's ankle at an extremely weird angle.
Gu Yan held it at will.
The flying sword stopped, and the blood on the sword was inexplicably boiled. The sword body was squeezed into the overwhelming squeezing squeezed by heaven and earth.
The farmer whose stomach was pierced by the flying sword didn't react until then. He looked down blankly at the internal organs slowly flowing out of his stomach, wondering why the sword seemed to come from behind.
Then he saw the broken sword blade stabbing him, passing through his broken abdomen, causing a frightened scream that ended abruptly.
The farmer listened to this voice, and he was dead in the future, and he died.
From beginning to end, Gu Yan didn't look at it there.
There was no trace of blood on that black shirt, and neither the Taoist magic hidden in the body that exploded brazenly, nor the various magic weapons that burst out of his belly like before, never really touched his body.
He walked calmly on the road he chose, walking out of a sea of people and heading towards the high gate tower.
The practitioners hiding in the sea of people began to have fear, and they could not restrain their anger than those standing in front of them. They looked at the inhuman magic head, and could no longer find the courage in their hearts. Royal escape.
The moment they turned around, the wind came to their noses with a strong and lingering smell of blood and dirty smell. Then these so-called strong men felt the pain erupting from their throats. They wanted to breathe, but found that They couldn't breathe air at all. Their throats were exposed to the sky, and blood bloomed from them like flowers, dyeing everyone's eyes red.
The sunshine today is so clear and beautiful.
The world of blood is so bright.
Gu Yan walked silently in this hustle and bustle.
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Upstairs in the city gate.
Prefect Jiling looked at the scarlet and cruel world on the long street, and found that his breathing became more and more difficult, and his chest seemed to be pressed hard by an infinitely heavy boulder.
His eyes were very large, his lips were shaking, and he asked incredible: "How can this be done?"
No one is blaming the elderly, whether it is the palace owner of the Chaosheng Shrine, or the deputy owner of Tao Zhishan ... All the big characters who do not have to step into the sea of people on the sea are all sinking on the long street. In shocking emotions.
No one can understand how Gu Yan finds those practitioners hidden in the sea of people, and how exactly is the realm that is not even one way to kill like this. How can there be such a reason?
For thousands of years, today's things have never happened, and even similar things are impossible!
A kind of unspeakable strong fear appears in the hearts of the big characters in the city gate. The atmosphere becomes more and more depressed in silence. The boulder in the chest of the eunuch seems to appear in the real world. But angry.
However, no one proposed to leave the word.
The big shots were still looking at the long street, at the man walking towards the city gate tower, and at the black shirt that was still not stained with any blood.
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"He thought it was did not die because of this?"
"Everything is because he comes to Jixian City!"
"This is just false compassion!"
"Blood flows into the river, he walks in this river, cleaning is fake!"
"What we have to do is kill him and end this disaster for the world."
"This is a must -have sacrifice!"
There was a sound in the Chengmen Building, and it was unclear in the mouth of which big man, or it may come from everyone's heart.
With these words, they gradually exchanged for peace and calmness, and got the courage to be needed and needed.
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The wind is endless, lingering around.
Someone kept trying to stand in front of him, then overturned, and repeated.
Even though he was actually tired at this time and his spirit was waning.
Since the night of Yinping, he has encountered more than ten interceptions and kills, both large and small, for seven consecutive days, and today, in this sea of people that seems to have no end, he has hardly ever had a moment to really stop and rest. How can he not be tired?
As long as people are people, they will be tired.
However, Gu Zhuo's eyes were always calm, and there was no hint of weariness, because he knew one fact very well.
Only true calmness and indifference can make people feel invincible despair.
Then he could kill the person he wanted to kill today.
The next moment, Gu Zhuo stopped.
I don't know where the girls came from, and appeared in front of him as the tide of the sea.
Her face was covered with tears of despair, and her hands were holding the doll tightly in her arms, as if she was afraid of getting it dirty?
She found that her surroundings suddenly became quiet, and she looked up in confusedly and saw Gu Yan.
Only then did she realize that she had met the murderous demon, and her face turned pale. She even forgot to cry, let alone run away?
In the restaurant, Guan Xingu's eyes became extremely angry.
He clearly saw someone quietly pulling out a knife and putting it against the girl's back.
What the farmer has experienced it seems to be repeated again.
"Are you crazy?!"
Guan Xingu roared and shouted, and he was rushing out.
At the same time, Gu Zhuo, who stopped, raised the butcher knife.
This was the first time he drew a knife since he stepped onto the street.
The body of the pig -killing knife was not bright, and the face of the girl's fear could not be reflected, and her subconscious eyes were closed.
The blood poured up and fell.
thump.
The girl felt the hot liquid splashing on her face. She opened her eyes blankly and found a stranger lying beside her. There was still... something like pride in her eyes?
Gu Zhuo stepped over the old corpse and continued to move forward.
Suddenly, the whole world went silent.
The sun faded away silently.
Wuyun drifted.
A light rain falls.
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It is the sea of people, not Gu Yan.
He walked in the rain and continued to kill those damn people.
People are still dead, and the anger of crowds cannot be wiped out by the cold rain.
Gu Yan didn't care.
Stepping through the blood, rain and corpses, the city gate tower was getting closer and closer to him, no longer far away.
Those big names were like rocks after the tide receded, and he began to see them.
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The eunuch Huo Ran turned around and looked at the palace owner of the Chaosheng Shrine, and asked, "Is enough?"
The main face of the Chaosheng Palace was gloomy, shook his head and said, "There are too few dead people."
When everyone heard this, fear appeared in their eyes. The Master of Chaosheng Palace looked at the falling rain and said, "But with this rain, it's okay."
Those scaredness and disappearances disappeared as the voice disappeared, and the adults finally had confidence.
The reason why Jiluo City made such an arrangement at the risk of breaking the law today is because the Chaosheng Shrine has a powerful formation that has been passed down for a long time. After the formation is completed, it can even kill powerful people who have reached the Tao realm.
No matter how powerful the Demon Lord is, no matter how fearless the Wushou Realm is, there is still an insurmountable gap between him and the Dao Realm.
This is the only feasible way to let the demon lord die in Jiling City.
Even if this formation method must pay a very heavy price, it is still worth it.
And they on the city gate tower will eventually stand up to face the devil and live and die together with the people, right?
Then there is no need to have any guilt.
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Gu Yan walked to the city gate.
He cut a path out of the sea of countless people, leaving a blank space.
There is no mistake. One post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!
The prefect stood in front of the window, looking at the devil who was walking out of the crowd, and looked at him.
It was obviously condescending, but he felt that he was the one being looked down upon indifferently, so he became angry.
Angry did not affect his reason, and could not even be reflected in his voice.
"A heinous evil devil like you with bloody hands deserves death!"
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The word "Zhu" echoed in Julu City and traveled far and wide.
Under the pavilion from a distant mountain outside the city, the head of the head of the master spanted dozens of miles away and landed on the long street.
The blood remaining in it began to tremble violently, floating from the gap between stone bricks, floating from the corpse with remaining temperature, drifting from the window paper of the restaurant ... Gu Yan in front of Chengmen Tower.
Dozens of blood flows like bands, turning into a huge semi -circular in a blink of an eye, forming a unknown formation method.
Gu Zhuo stood at the center of the circle.
The rainwater that is mixed with blood becomes more and more red and stronger until the influence of the formation method, until it is thick as blood.
This is the most fundamental reliance and confidence of this siege today.
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A few years ago, Gu Yan had handed over the disciples of a Chaosheng Shrine at the Cihang Fa Conference,
At that time, he had an impression of this sect.
The so-called tidal wave means that each wave is higher and higher, crushing the enemy in the most brutal and direct way.
On that day, Gu Zhuo used a head-on approach to defeat the disciple, causing his Taoist heart to be almost broken on the spot.
Today, he decided to use a more rude approach.
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The main palace of the Chaosheng Shrine came out of the city gate, and looked at Gu Yan across the blood array.
His face was indifferent, but his eyes could not be concealed, and he was fortunate to participate in the happiness of killing the demon master.
He seemed to think that he should have the grace at this moment, so that he could better stay in the history books, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
He smiled and said: "In order to express your respect for you as a forward -going person on the road, please take it."
No matter how you listen, this sentence is arrogant and can be angry.
Gu Yan still didn't speak.
More people appeared next to the palace master, all important figures who had not appeared before.
The blood array is becoming stronger, and the smell of smell is becoming stronger and disgusting.
At some point, Gu Zhuo's clothes became silent.
The wind and wind disappeared without trace.
The world becomes quieter.
The big shots noticed this keenly, with real joy in their eyes and excitement in advance.
Naturally, the prefect also saw it.
So he no longer stayed high, left the city gate in the gaze of the people, and came to Gu Yan's front.
Everyone knows that he is going to complete the words he said recently.
Many people are wondering, is this sudden rainfall be sent off for the demon master?
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There was a dead silence in front of the city gate.
Gu Yan looked forward, and the blood array made him scarlet.
He smelled the pungent smell and stepped forward.
The eunuch was no longer shocked, and he looked at the master of Chaosheng Palace, and received a clear reply from the other party's eyes.
The cold and gorgeous sword was pulled out by a middle -aged man in the official uniform.
Then he looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and shouted expressionlessly: "You deserve to die!"
When the words fell, a strong wind suddenly rose.
Countless raindrops rolled and boiled, suddenly separated from the thick blood, and with a loud bang, the blood array collapsed.
Gu Yan stepped out and came to Ji Jian's prince, and he chopped his knife.
In just an instant, the official uniform was chopped into pieces with a killing pig's knife and blown away by the strong wind like a butterfly.
No one could react at this moment. Even the Master of Chaosheng Palace, who had reached the Immaculate Realm, could only watch helplessly as the lifeblood of the undressed prefect was cut off by the butcher's knife.
The blood splashed out of the blood, blurred the eyes of the people, the people clearly saw that the loved eunuch became an eunuch, and then saw the flesh of flesh and blood of the ugly body.
This is really no different from killing pigs.
There was a dead silence.
Until the eunuch's painful wails sounded.
In front of that sharp butcher's knife, under the gaze of all the people, he soberly tried to reach out to cover his ugliness, but he could only be cut off time and time again on the way, and panicked tears and snot fell from his eyes and nostrils. The words surged out crazily, muddying his throat and blocking his plea for mercy.
No one can imagine the miserable picture at this moment, before the facts really appeared.
The Lord of Chaosheng Palace began to be afraid.
The deputy owner of Taozhan began to be frightened.
The commander of Luo Xing Sect began to panic.
Countless doubts appeared in their hearts. No one could understand that the formation made of blood would be disintegrated in an instant. Why did the raindrops mixed in it boil?
Could it be that Fang Tiandi did not agree with them killing the Demon Lord?
Extremely strong fear overwhelmed everyone's heart. No one wanted to be the next Jilun Prefect, no one wanted to be recorded in the history books in this way, so they no longer cared about the important matter of exterminating demons and defending the Tao. , decided to escape.
Then.
A long sword sounded.
Time seems to be slow.
In this long moment, the big shots watched the devil walking towards them with the butcher's knife.
One sword, another knife.
Two knives, then three knives.
Thousands of knives cut into pieces.
The clothes were cut, and the dense wounds appeared on them, like Ling Chi.
Gu Zhuo walked in this suspended time, silently waving the butcher knife in his hand, causing these people to endure the most severe pain.
In the eyes of ordinary people, countless black figures appeared in front of the city door, appearing in front of every unattainable person in front of each other, bringing the blood of splash.
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The Master of Chaosheng Palace had a profound realm and used the most powerful means at all costs.
Time, slowed by delay, can no longer restrain his pace.
He broke out of the courage of his life in fear, and he held his fingers into a fist tightly, bombarding to Gu Yan.
This punch is so powerful, the momentum is full of momentum, and the rain is stagnant.
Gu Zhuo didn't even look at it.
The next moment, the blood scattered as the formation collapsed silently condensed and appeared in front of the fist, like a city wall.
boom!
The fist of the Chaosheng Palace met with the city wall, and he was exhausted.
Gu Zhuo turned around, faced the blank and disbelieving look, and waved down the butcher knife in his hand.
When the knife falls, people are not dead.
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Maybe it's long, maybe it's short.
With the sound of the sword returning into the sheath.
The countless virtual shadows in front of the Chengmen Building have gathered one.
The adults who used to be high, could no longer stand, have fallen to the ground, crushed clothes, and survived with scars.
Gu Zhuo stood in the drizzle, his clothes slightly damp.
I don’t know if it’s rain.
Still blood.
(End of chapter)