Chapter 24 is like a Shura field, like a hell

Ignorance is blissful, while knowing is painful.

The higher you stand, the more sad you get!

Entering the realm of heaven and man, his perception of the world is more profound, and Li Jiancheng is more sad, in a trance, and has been depressed.

And Fu Junwu on the side only felt inexplicable, this guy repelled Du Fuwei, and entered the realm of heaven and man by Shun lì, he was originally extremely happy, why did he become so depressed. If it was in the past, this guy would still talk about flowers and say some ** words, but now he is like a dead father.

"Shizi, it's not good. The weapons were robbed and robbed by Wagangzhai!"

At this moment, a fast horse arrived, and a cronie told a shocking news.

"Damn, it's really unlucky!" Li Jiancheng scolded, his depressed mood became irritable. A desire to kill rose with it, and it seemed that only killing, as if only blood, could release the depression in my heart to the fullest.

Profiteering industries are often the most violent.

In troubled times, no one will dislike a lot of weapons.

From the Piaoxiang, he set off to transport weapons and set off towards Taiyuan, trembling along the way, in order to prevent being robbed. If you are robbed, you can't cry if you want to. After all, the Li family is too busy to take care of itself, and it is difficult to send a small group of men and horses, and it is beyond the reach of the whip to send a large number of people.

It's just that, no matter how careful you are, what should have happened still happens.

And he must deal with these things, otherwise one carelessness will leave a bad impression in the eyes of his father Li Yuan, which will be detrimental to becoming a prince in the future.

"Prince, Li Mi is a lineage of my Li family, it's better to go and persuade ......," the strategist on the side persuaded, planning to play the clan card. In the Sui Dynasty, the family of the gate valve was prevalent, and they all paid attention to the seniority of the seniority, and they all paid attention to the surname and generation.

Li Mi's surname is Li, and Li Jiancheng is also surnamed Li, if you look carefully on the genealogy, maybe they are relatives.

"That's it, everything is superfluous, only to slash and kill as much as you want!" Li Jiancheng's eyes flashed, and he said coldly: "Wagangzhai, what's the matter, provoked Lao Tzu and leveled his Wagangzhai!"

If it was in the past, Li Jiancheng would not have the confidence to defeat, but at this time, after entering the realm of heaven and man, his strength has increased several times, and his combat power has soared, except for those top masters, no one cares about it. What about Wagang, as long as he made a move, destroyed more than a dozen leaders of Wagang, and destroyed the core layer, Wagang immediately collapsed.

In the world of Chinese martial arts, the warrior is not omnipotent, when encountering tens of thousands of troops besieged and killed, and there are celestial masters attacking, a careless may fall;

"You're waiting for me here......"

After Li Jiancheng finished telling Fu Junwu, he turned around and left, disappearing from sight in an instant.

"He's getting stronger!"

Fu Junwu took a deep breath and suppressed the surprise in her heart. When we first met, Li Jiancheng was only at the peak of the day after tomorrow, and his strength was greatly inferior to her, but in just over half a year, his strength was improving rapidly, and now he has entered the realm of heaven and man, which may not be as good as his master, but it is not much different.

In just half a year, he has crossed the innate from the peak of the day after tomorrow to the realm of heaven and man, and the speed is a little incredible.

............

A small village was in flames, and the smoke billowed like a poisonous python twisting into the sky, and from the flames there was a crackling sound from time to time, and the occasional sound of a wall falling to the ground. The road was full of dead bodies, men, women, old and young, and the blood flowed like a stream, accumulating in a distant low-lying place, turning into a small puddle of blood.

It's another scene after a robbery.

Li Jiancheng looked at it, his expression was a little numb, he had encountered too many tragedies along the way, he had seen too much, and he was almost numb.

These are troubled times.

I'd rather be a Taiping chicken than a troubled world.

Except for careerists, who like troubled times, no one likes troubled times.

In peaceful times, murder requires repayment, but in troubled times, murder does not need to pay for life.

In the ruling world, there are no bandits, or armies, who dare to wash a village in blood, but in troubled times, this is commonplace. In troubled times, even after some powerful people killed someone, the official would come forward to arrest him, pretend to be a person, and let him go afterwards; but after killing people in troubled times, the soldiers and bandits laughed so much that no one would reprimand.

Li Jiancheng gritted his teeth, he knew that he couldn't prevent this tragedy from happening.

During the Sui Dynasty, the number of households was about 9 million, but after a troubled era, only 1 million households remained.

With his martial arts, he may be able to rescue one or two poor people, but it is impossible to save all the villagers.

Even if his martial arts can rescue all the townspeople, but the world is so big, the world is full of wars, and the lives are devastated, how many places can be saved?

Manpower is sometimes exhausted!

Only by quickly ending the troubled times is the best salvation!

Li Jiancheng left the village, moved forward quickly, followed the footprints, and searched for it. Soon after, he met a group of soldiers, disheveled, tired, blind, and numb, walking like a walking corpse. Their banners were crooked and crumbling, and many of them were stained with blood or fire.

At the end of the line was a long team of mules, carrying the spoils of war, and behind the mule team were women tied with hemp ropes, pulled by the mules, and walking forward, and it was the plundering that came.

Li Jiancheng's eyes were cold, and he rushed up.

The population is not a crop, it grows once a year, and the head is cut off and it can't grow!

Whenever possible, he doesn't kill too much. After all, everyone is raised by their mother's father, and it is not easy to grow up so big.

It's just that these rebellious armies can no longer be called people, they can only be called **.

Kill **, without a trace of psychological burden.

This is no longer an illusion, but a real world, and what he sees is real killing, real death.

Thinking back to those distorted bodies, those blind civilian eyes, and seeing their miserable situation of blood flowing all over the ground, it is intolerable, unbearable, empathetic, and awe-inspiring...... It turns out that death is so close to oneself.

Killing, not at all uncomfortable.

Li Jiancheng was resistant, but he still moved forward quickly.

With a roar, he leaped high, stretched out his hands, picked up the spear from the ground, and charged at it.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill!"

Li Jiancheng roared, the spear in his hand trembled, like the spear of the god of the underworld, waving and slashing, all the people he met were broken limbs, the so-called battle armor was like paper paste, and the so-called weapons were like chickens and dogs.

Everywhere they went, blood splattered, and before those rebellious soldiers had time to think, they were slaughtered as much as they could, without a trace of resistance, like a tiger entering a wolf pack, in addition to torture and kill, or torture and kill.

"Run, it's a demon!"

"Demon, it's too ferocious!"

"Run!"

The rebels began to collapse and began to flee everywhere, stunned, frightened, frightened, frightened by Li Jiancheng's killing, thinking that they were going to run away and flee for their lives, everyone rushed to be the first, and the men and horses trampled on each other, for fear of being killed by the demons.

What's more, in order to fight for the position of running, he even took out a knife at his own people, cut them down one by one, and then ran away on their corpses, like a swarm of disturbed flies.

The blood had already flowed into streams, which ran along the pavement of the official road to low-lying areas.

The corpses of men and horses were piled up, and the roads were full of empty spaces. More are human corpses stacked on top of horse corpses, and on top of horse corpses, there are human corpses.

It's like a Shura field, it's like a hell.

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