The Word of Heaven

Chapter 277 Blood Rain

Guan Xingu was right in front of Gu Zhuo.

He lowered his head, listening to the people's increasingly heated and crazy shouts of curses coming from behind like a wave. His body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably, with fear, shame and confusion.

Changqiu Temple is a Buddhist temple, and the word "compassion" is always on the monks' lips. In the past, he had already heard these two words so many times that his ears were callused. He could casually discuss the true meaning of these two words with others, and his words were full of compassion and pity.

At that time, he never thought that one day he would feel such a strong sense of shame after saying the word "compassion".

Guan Xin Gu suddenly raised his head, looked at Gu Zhuo with his last bit of courage, and said in a trembling voice: "Please... please kill me."

As he said this, his eyes opened wide, revealing the most sincere light in his life - this was the only possibility he could think of to atone for his sins, and he was unwilling and afraid to watch the horrific scene of the river of blood with his own eyes.

Gu Zhuo heard it clearly.

He held the butcher knife in his hand and could chop the opponent's neck at any time, causing blood to splatter everywhere like a waterfall.

Then he could hold the man by the back of the collar and drag him through the street like a dead dog, in order to intimidate the civilians who had already fallen into madness.

But he did nothing, neither murder nor words.

Guan Xinggu watched Gu Zhuo pass by him, his expression changed from relief to confusion, and his eyes changed from bright to dark.

It's like a lamp that is about to go out.

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Gu Zhuo walked towards the stairs, ignoring the ordinary people standing in the restaurant, and went to the long street.

Countless faces appeared in his eyes, the fleshy face of a street idler, the angry eyes of a seventy-year-old man, the innocent enthusiasm of a young child, and the hysteria of a weaver in the market.

These are ordinary people who were born and raised in Jilou City for hundreds of years.

All these ordinary people were glaring at him at this moment, holding pickaxes, bricks and sticks as so-called weapons, and shouting loudly to cover up their fear.

"Kill this demon who massacred the city!"

"We can't let him live, or our family will die!"

Gu Zhuo turned a deaf ear and let these people wave their weapons at him. After they failed, they started pushing each other, crowding each other until they fell to the ground and trampled on each other until they wailed and screamed.

So people later thought that it was the devil who started killing people in the chaos, and they developed more fear in the panic. But when the fear reached the extreme, it hypnotized themselves into moving forward with the so-called courage.

These were the real scenes he saw. What he did not see was the calm and nobleness of the people from aristocratic families, the elegance and elegance of the famous scholars, the solemn demeanor of the elders of the sect, and the responsibility and commitment of the court officials.

All these high-ranking figures disappeared at this moment, as if they were drowned by the endless ocean of people.

Gu Zhuo walked towards the crowd, his expression calm and without any indifference.

A wind blew, coming from nowhere, and fluttered my clothes.

A vast amount of true energy burst out, crisscrossing the long street with the wind, and forcibly cleared a path through the sea of ​​people.

Gu Zhuoxing was among them.

I walked past those ordinary people who tried to grab the corner of his clothes, those ordinary people whose heads were broken and bleeding by the rebounding stones, those ordinary people who were covered with urine from their own chamber pots, and all those ordinary people who had lost themselves in external forces and self-hypnosis.
At a certain moment, a blood-stained flying sword suddenly appeared in the sea of ​​people covered by sunlight, and slashed towards Gu Zhuo's ankle at an extremely strange angle.

Gu Zhuo held it casually.

The flying sword suddenly stopped, the blood on the sword blade boiled inexplicably, and the sword body let out a mournful cry as if it could not bear the pressure from the vitality of heaven and earth, and broke into two pieces!

The farmer whose abdomen was pierced by the flying sword did not react until this moment. 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 at him, passing through his ruptured abdomen, bringing out an abrupt scream of fear and panic.

The farmer listened to the voice and died before he could understand what was going on.

From beginning to end, Gu Zhuo never looked there once.

There was no trace of blood on the black shirt. Neither the Taoist magic hidden in the corpse that suddenly erupted, nor the various magical weapons that broke out of his abdomen like before, had ever actually touched his body.

He walked calmly on the path he had chosen, carved out a thoroughfare to heaven through the crowd, and headed towards the towering city gate tower.

The practitioners hiding in the crowd began to feel fear, and their anger was even more uncontrollable than the people standing in front. They stared blankly at the inhuman demon, unable to find even a shred of courage in their hearts, and subconsciously fled in panic.

The moment they turned around, a wind brought a strong and lingering smell of blood and dirt into their noses. Then these so-called strong men felt the pain erupting from their throats. They wanted to breathe, but found that they could not breathe at all. Their throats were exposed to the sunlight, and blood bloomed from them like flowers, dyeing everyone's eyes red.

The sunshine today is so bright.

The bloody world is so bright.

Gu Zhuo walked silently in this noisy and lonely world.

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Upstairs at the city gate.

Governor Ji Luo looked at the extremely scarlet and cruel world on the long street and found that his breathing became more and more difficult, as if his chest was being pressed down by an infinitely heavy rock.

His eyes were wide open, his lips were trembling, and he asked in disbelief: "How is this possible?"

No one blamed the governor for his misconduct, whether it was the Palace Master of Chaosheng Temple or the Deputy Lord of Taozhi Mountain... All these high-ranking figures who did not have to step into the crowd were deeply shocked by what happened on the long street.

No one could understand how Gu Zhuo found those practitioners hiding in the crowd, and how he could kill people at a level that was not even one. How could this be possible?

For tens of millions of years, nothing like what happened today has ever happened in the world, and even something similar is impossible!

An unspeakable strong fear appeared in the hearts of the big shots in the city gate tower. The atmosphere became more and more oppressive in the silence. The huge rock on the prefect's chest seemed to appear in the real world, pressing everyone present to the point of suffocation.

However, no one suggested leaving.

The big shots were still staring at the long street, at the man walking towards the city gate tower, and at the black shirt that was still not stained with a single drop of blood.

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“Did he think that by doing this, the people would not die because of him?”

"It's all because he came to Jiluo City!"

"This is just false mercy!"

"The blood is flowing like a river, and he is walking in this river. Cleanliness is all fake!"

"What we have to do is kill him and put an end to this disaster for the world."

"This is a necessary sacrifice!"

Voices gradually rang out from the city gate tower. It was unclear whether they came from the mouth of some important figure, or perhaps from the hearts of everyone present.

With these words, they gradually gained peace of mind and calm, and the courage they wanted and needed.

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The strong wind continued to blow, lingering around Gu Zhuo.

People kept trying to stand in front of him, and then were thrown out, over and over again.

Even though he was actually tired and mentally exhausted at this time.

Since the night in Yinping, he had encountered more than ten ambushes of varying sizes in the past seven days, and now there seemed to be no end to the sea of ​​people today. He had hardly ever had a chance to really stop and rest. How could he not be tired?
As long as you are human, you will feel tired.

However, Gu Zhuo's eyes remained calm, without any trace of tiredness, because he was very clear about one fact.

Only true calmness and indifference can make people feel invincible despair.

That would kill the person he wanted to kill today.

The next moment, Gu Zhuo stopped.

A little girl came from nowhere and appeared in front of him as the tide of the crowd receded.

Her face was filled with tears of confusion, and her hands were tightly holding the doll in her arms, perhaps as if she was afraid of getting it dirty?
She found that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. She raised her head and looked forward in confusion, and saw Gu Zhuo.

She then realized that she had met the devil who killed people without blinking an eye. Her face turned extremely pale and she even forgot to cry, let alone run away.

In the restaurant, Guan Xingu's eyes became extremely angry.

He clearly saw someone quietly pull out a knife and put it against the girl's back.

It seemed that what had happened to the farmer was about to happen again.

"Are you crazy?!"

Guan Xingu screamed and shouted, smashed the window frame with both hands, and was about to rush out.

At the same time, Gu Zhuo stopped and raised the butcher knife.

This was the first time he drew his sword since stepping onto the long street.

The blade of the butcher knife was not bright, and could not reflect the girl's frightened face and her subconsciously closed eyes.

Blood splashed up and down.

thump.

The girl felt the hot liquid splashing on her face, and opened her eyes blankly, and found a stranger lying beside her. There was still a hint of... pride in his eyes?

Gu Zhuo stepped over the old corpse and continued forward.

Suddenly, the whole world was quiet.

The sun faded away silently.

Dark clouds are coming.

A light rain fell.

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What is quiet is the crowd, not Gu Zhuo.

He walked in the drizzle and continued to kill those who deserved to die.

People are still dying, and the anger of the crowd cannot be extinguished by the cold rain.

But Gu Zhuo didn't care.

Stepping over blood, rain, and corpses, the city gate tower was getting closer and closer to him, no longer far away.

Those big shots began to be seen by him like reefs after the waves receded.

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The governor suddenly turned around, looked at the master of the Chaosheng Palace, and asked in a deep voice: "Is that enough?"

Palace Master Chao Sheng had a gloomy expression on his face. He shook his head and said, "Too few people died."

When everyone heard this, fear appeared in their eyes. The Chaosheng Palace Master looked at the falling rain and said, "But as long as there is this rain, it will be okay."

The fear and panic disappeared as the voice disappeared, and the bigwigs finally felt confident.

The reason why Ji Luo City made such an arrangement today despite the great risk is because Chao Sheng Temple has a powerful formation with a long history. After the formation is completed, it can even kill strong people in the Dao realm.

No matter how powerful the Demon Lord is, no matter how fearless he is in the Pure Realm, there is still an insurmountable chasm between him and the Enlightenment Realm.

This is the only feasible way to kill the Demon Lord in Ji Luo City.

Even though setting up this formation requires paying an extremely heavy price, it is still worth it.

And they who are on the city gate tower will eventually stand up and face the devil, and live and die together with the people, right?
Then there is no need to feel any guilt.

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Gu Zhuo walked to the city gate tower.

He made a path through the sea of ​​people, leaving a blank space.

The prefect stood in front of the window, looking at the devil who walked out of the crowd and made eye contact with him.

Although he was in a superior position, he felt that he was the one being looked down upon indifferently, so he became angry.

The anger did not affect his reason, and it was not even reflected in his voice.

"A demon like you with blood on your hands and full of evil deeds deserves to be put to death!"

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The word "punishment" echoed in Jilou City and spread far and wide.

Under a pavilion in the distant mountains outside the city, the commander's sight spanned dozens of miles and fell on the long street.

The blood that remained in it began to vibrate violently, floating up from the cracks in the stone bricks, floating out from the corpse that still had residual warmth, floating off the window paper of the restaurant... and flew up along with the rain, flying towards Gu Zhuo who was standing in front of the city gate tower.

Dozens of blood streams like belts turned into a huge semicircle in the blink of an eye, forming a formation that exuded an ominous aura.

Gu Zhuo stood at the center of this circle.

Under the influence of the formation, the rain mixed with blood became redder and stronger, until it became as thick as blood.

This is the most fundamental reliance and confidence in today's siege.

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Several years ago, Gu Zhuo had fought with a disciple of Chao Sheng Temple at the Cihang Dharma Assembly.
At that time, he had an impression of this sect.

The so-called rising tide means that one wave is higher than the other, crushing the enemy in the most brutal and direct way.

On that day, Gu Zhuo defeated the disciple head-on with a head-on approach, causing his faith to almost be shattered on the spot.

Today he decided to use a more brutal approach.

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The Palace Master of Chaosheng Temple walked out of the city gate and looked at Gu Zhuo across the blood formation.

His face was indifferent, but his eyes were filled with an unconcealable enthusiasm, which was the happiness of having the honor to participate in the grand event of killing the Demon Lord.

He seemed to think that he should be more graceful at this moment so that he could be better recorded in history books, and the corners of his mouth slowly rose.

He smiled and said, "As a token of respect for you as a person who has advanced on the path of cultivation, please help me."

No matter how you listen to it, this sentence is arrogant and can make people angry.

Gu Zhuo still didn't say anything.

More people appeared beside the palace master, all of them were important figures who had not appeared before.

The blood array became more powerful, and the fishy smell became stronger and more disgusting.

At some point, Gu Zhuo's sleeves became quiet.

The lingering gale disappeared without a trace.

The world has become quieter.

The big shots noticed this keenly, and there was real joy in their eyes, and they were excited in advance.

The prefect naturally saw it as well.

So he no longer looked down on others, and left the city gate tower under the gaze of the people and came in front of Gu Zhuo.

Everyone knew that he was going to personally fulfill what he had said not long ago.

Many people are wondering if this sudden drizzle is heaven and earth bidding farewell to the Demon Lord?

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There was dead silence in front of the city gate.

Gu Zhuo looked forward, and the blood array made everything he saw turn blood red.

He smelled the pungent smell and stepped forward.

The governor was no longer frightened. He looked at the Chaosheng Palace Master and got a clear answer from the other's eyes.

The cold and gorgeous sword was pulled out by a middle-aged man in official uniform.

Then he looked into Gu Zhuo's eyes and shouted expressionlessly: "You deserve to die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up.

Countless raindrops rolled and boiled, suddenly separating from the thick blood. With a loud bang, the blood formation collapsed.

Gu Zhuo took a step forward, came in front of Ji Luo Governor, and slashed him with his sword.

In just a moment, the official uniform was chopped into pieces by the butcher knife and blown away by the wind like a butterfly.

No one could react at this time. Even the Palace Master Chaosheng, who had reached the state of purity, could only watch as the vitals of the prefect, who was no longer wearing clothes, were cut off by the butcher knife.

Blood splattered out, blurring the people's vision. The common people clearly saw the beloved governor turned into a eunuch, and then saw the butcher knife tearing the flesh and blood off the ugly body.

This is really no different from killing a pig...

There was dead silence.

Until the governor's painful wail was heard.

In front of the sharp butcher knife, under the gaze of the people, he was sober and wanted to stretch out his hands to cover his ugliness, but his hands were cut off again and again on the way. Tears and snot of fear gushed out of his eye sockets and nostrils, blurring his throat and blocking his voice of begging for mercy.

No one could imagine such a tragic scene before the facts actually appeared.

The Chaosheng Palace Master began to feel fear.

The deputy master of Taozhi Mountain began to panic.

The law enforcer of Luoxing Sect began to panic.

Countless doubts arose in their minds. No one could understand why the formation formed by blood would be disintegrated in an instant, and why those raindrops mixed in it were boiling?
Could it be that this world does not agree with them killing the Demon Lord?

An extremely strong fear overwhelmed everyone's heart. No one wanted to be the next Ji Luo prefect, and no one wanted to be recorded in history books in this way. So they no longer cared about the important matter of eliminating demons and defending the way of righteousness and decided to escape.

then.

An extremely long sword sound was heard.

Time seems to slow down because of this.

During this long moment, the big shots watched the devil walking towards them with a butcher knife in hand.

One knife, and then another knife.

Two knives, and then three knives.

Thousands of cuts, resulting in ten thousand pieces.

Their clothes were torn and numerous wounds appeared on their bodies, as if they had been tortured by slow slicing.

Gu Zhuo walked in this pause of time, silently waving the butcher knife in his hand, making these people suffer the heaviest pain.

In the eyes of ordinary people, at this moment, countless black figures appeared in front of the city gate, appeared in front of every big shot who was usually unattainable, and brought blood splattering everywhere.

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The Chaosheng Palace Master was at a high level and would unleash the most powerful means at all costs.

The time that was slowed down by the slow pace could no longer hold back his steps.

In his fear, he burst out with courage to fight for his life, clenched his five fingers into fists, and punched towards Gu Zhuo.

This punch was so powerful and imposing that the rain in the sky suddenly stopped.

Gu Zhuo didn't even look at it.

The next moment, the blood that had scattered as the formation collapsed silently condensed and appeared in front of the fist like a city wall.

boom!
The fist of Palace Master Chao Sheng met the city wall, and his strength was exhausted.

Gu Zhuo turned around, faced the confused and disbelieving gaze, and dropped the butcher knife in his hand.

When the knife fell, the man was not dead.

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Maybe long, maybe short.

With the slight sound of the sword returning to the sheath.

The countless shadows in front of the city gate tower merged into one.

Those big shots who were once high and mighty can no longer stand. They have fallen to the ground, their clothes torn and their bodies covered with scars.

Gu Zhuo stood in the drizzle, his clothes slightly wet.

I don't know if it's rain.

Still blood.

(End of this chapter)