Chapter 200: Bloody Massacre

"Third Elder, you take twenty Desolate Yuan Realm martial artists for a trip, you must be clean and neat, you can't let one go!" The Great Elder stared ahead, and his understated expression couldn't help but make the Third Elder on the side twitch, but he didn't refute, but nodded and agreed, in his heart, the interests of the family came first. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Drive!"

Smoke and dust flew up, and twenty-one horses disappeared in the roar, and the dust in the sky looked far away, like an angry dragon rolling and roaring.

The distance of three miles is still quite close, less than five hundred meters away from Chen Village, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, which naturally had already alarmed the comfortable Chen Village villagers, but everyone was not surprised.

There are a lot of people gathered in the dilapidated courtyard of Chen Zhun's house at the moment, but most of them are from the village, and occasionally one or two people from other villages can be seen.

"Chen Ergou, congratulations, congratulations, our Xiaozhun high school this time, our ten miles and eight villages are also stained. An old man was on crutches, trembling, his eyebrows were kind, and he patted Chen Ergou's shoulder in front of him with great satisfaction.

Chen Ergou hurriedly bowed down, his face was filled with joy, and he laughed: "Old village chief, I have to thank you, if you hadn't funded Xiaozhun to go up to catch the exam, he would have just jumped into the dragon gate." ”

"Ergouzi, congratulations. Someone came over to congratulate him, and the two dogs in front of him also smiled and nodded, and continued to talk with the old village chief beside him.

The small courtyard is dilapidated, there is only a large grinding disc in the yard, the weeds are almost flooded here, not to mention the courtyard wall, the traces of wind erosion have long shown that I don't know how many years have passed, but there are many people here, and their faces are full of joy.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and the old village chief laughed, "Ergouzi, someone has come to congratulate you again, you should hurry up and receive it, don't neglect others." ”

Chen Ergou nodded hurriedly and walked to the door of the courtyard, waiting with a bright smile on his face.

"Third Elder, there are a lot of people in front. A martial artist from the Desolate Yuan Realm pointed ahead.

The third elder sighed helplessly, and then slowly closed his eyes, his expression was a little sad, but his words were undoubted, and his voice was cold to the bone, "No one is left!"

"Yes!"

The long knives in the hands of the twenty men flashed with a dazzling light and rushed over.

Chen Ergouzi looked at the group of people rushing at the door, and inexplicably felt a palpitation, and felt a heavy feeling like a boulder, pressing heavily on the bottom of his heart, making himself breathless.

"Maybe tired!" shook his head, dispelling the thought in his mind and continuing to smile, he deliberately tidied up his clothes, patted the dust, and pulled the corners of his clothes to make himself look as energetic as possible.

As the group approached, his eyes changed from anticipation to horror, his eyes widened in disbelief at the long knife enlarged in his pupils, and his mouth opened slightly.

"Whew!"

The sound like a watermelon shattered, and Chen Ergou's head split in half from the middle, and the white brain was mixed with scarlet blood, like a surging flood that had finally found an inclined mouth, and erupted from it all at once, like a fountain mixed with red mixed with white.

Scarlet blood suddenly spurted into the air, and then fell from the sky, splashing onto the faces of dozens of people, the sticky liquid made many people who didn't react feel uncomfortable, thinking that it was another way for some people to tease Chen Ergou.

When I touched the palm of my hand, I stretched it out in front of my eyes and saw that the pungent smell of blood went straight to my brain, and the scarlet liquid on my back flowed from my neck down my back to my waist slowly, which was hot, but it was very uncomfortable.

"If you let Lao Tzu wait until this is a pile of pig blood, Lao Tzu will definitely not let him go. The burly man's honest voice spread all around.

"Whoa!"

Several voices came to mind one after another, and finally someone made a sound.

"Ahh

Then he watched in horror as the long knife slashed across his neck, and his head gurgled in circles on the ground.

For a while, exclamations, screams, and children's cries resounded throughout the four fields.

The whole village seems to have fallen into the clutches of the devil, the Grim Reaper is ruthlessly harvesting his own food, the adults are fleeing in all directions, but there are a lot of people and horses in all directions, slaughtering without effort, without the slightest concern for the lives of these people in front of them.

In the distance, a person stared at this inhumane scene, felt a pain in his heart, and scolded angrily in his heart, but he did not show up, turned around and disappeared.

The twenty-one people did not notice the figure in the slightest.

"Elder, the killing is over!" the twenty people walked around the entire village for a week, and then said respectfully to the three elders in front of them.

The third elder's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he asked in a deep voice, "Can you check carefully?"

"Definitely!" said the Wasteland Realm martial artist at the head.

The three elders led the way back, followed by the rest.

The back is like falling into a ghost realm, full of devastation.

The cold wind whimpered, and the voice was long and mournful, echoing through the valley, and hundreds of corpses lay scattered on the ground, and the frightened eyes were full of puzzlement until death. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of red, blood stained the earth, and the thick smell of blood lingered in the valley, filling the mountain.

Chen Village, none of the 1,300 people were spared, all of them died, including the champion who had just passed the ranks, he thought that he could come to the bitter end and let the old father live for a long time, but he didn't expect to go to Jiuquan with the people's souls early.

After a while, the Great Elder arrived here with a convoy, looked at the tragic figure, nodded with satisfaction, turned his head to look at the Third Elder, and couldn't help but praise: "Good job!"

"That's it for tonight!"

Martial artists are a type of people who live on the tip of the sword, the Great Elder and the Third Elder are even more with the cultivation of Hong Yuan Realm, and the one who has come to this day has not carried a few human lives, they never believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, and they have long been accustomed to the surrounding atmosphere, so they simply settled here.

However, the child in the cage smelled this atmosphere, and the thick bloody breath was mixed with the whimper of the howling cold wind, and cried all night.

Under the dark night sky, the moon shimmered with a cold sheen, sprinkled on the earth, full of devastation, corpses everywhere, and blood soaked the earth, and the group rested in this atmosphere for the night, and the next day continued to set off towards the destination ahead.