Facing the almost irresistible pale golden giant palm, Gu Juan took a deep breath, centered on himself, countless blazing scarlet silk threads filled all the space in the courtyard in an instant, and everything in the small courtyard instantly turned into ashes and dispersed, including the maids who were already only the white bones of Sensen, and the young lady who was still struggling under him.

Then, he raised his head to the sky and roared lowly, his scarlet gaze fixed on the giant palm that was slowly pressing down between heaven and earth.

The space seems to have the illusion of collapsing.

Around that finger, countless scenes of life and death like dreams and bubbles appeared, and during the period surrounded by lightning and thunder, a fantastic and strange situation appeared.

"You want to crush me to death with one hand, I want to see if you have the ability!"

Gu Juan roared in a low voice, and the red flames around him suddenly erupted, rising into the air with a whistling wind.

Before that giant palm really presses down.

He resolutely launched an active attack.

The palm of the hand suddenly increased the speed of the downward pressure.

A head-on collision with a red meteor rising from the bottom up at a height of more than 100 zhang came without fancy fancy!

In an instant, a thunderbolt exploded in the void that shook all directions.

The majestic energy fluctuations were centered on the contact point between Gu Juan and the palm of his hand, and spread extremely quickly.

The scarlet flames scattered and splashed in all directions, and the cold light suddenly appeared.

Gu Ju spurted blood wildly and fell down sharply.

From a distance, it looked like someone had reached out a palm and slapped off a hard-shell beetle.

Then it bounces out.

Gu Ju's body surrounded the scarlet flames, and smashed to the ground like a meteor, directly razing the entire small courtyard to the ground.

It pierced through the ground and continued downward, drilling a bottomless burning channel.

The imposing and unstoppable fingers finally came to a pause.

A wisp of blood oozed from a tiny wound in the middle of his palm, quickly gathered into a ball, and dripped from the sky.

Outside the city of Guling.

Zhu Zhan regained his senses a little bit, looked at the position he was sitting in some embarrassment, and soon looked at the tragic battlefield outside at night with a pale face.

Countless white paper figures formed a battle formation and rushed forward to kill, colliding and entanglement with the equally almost endless black Yin soldiers on the opposite side, mixing in one place.

Neither of the warring sides uttered any shouts of killing, but erupted in silence and perished in silence.

Suddenly, the face of the middle-aged civil official with only one head left changed, and he turned his head to look at the center of the city, and an expression of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face.

"God comes, God protects! God comes, God protects!"

Immediately, countless pieces of paper money poured down his wide open mouth, stretching his head bigger and bigger, like a balloon that kept blowing in.

"The true God has come, and you, you rebels who do not obey the teachings, will eventually lose your lives and mourn day and night in the light of the true God forever!"

He finished the last sentence with all his might, and the only remaining head exploded with a thud, and blood and brains splattered in all directions, staining large swaths of flying paper money red.

Without the support of the middle-aged civil official, the black smoke screen quickly disappeared into invisibility, and even the Yin soldiers who poured out of it became sourceless water, rootless wood, and disintegrated and disappeared by itself in an instant, leaving only the white paper army that had lost its combat target to stand in place, and instantly became a puppet that could not move.

Lingyin, who only had a small half of his body left, gently pulled his fingers, and suddenly all the paper soldiers rearranged in rows, returned to the spirit shed one by one, and flew into the picture scrolls hanging in the spirit shed.

After doing all this, Lingyin fluttered to the ground, and from Zhu Zhan's point of view, in addition to looking a little sluggish, it seemed to be a little nervous and scared to the point of trembling?

Zhu Zan retracted his gaze, his attention fell back on the spirit shed, and after a moment, his mouth suddenly opened wide as if he had realized it.

The picture scroll hanging from the top of the spirit shed should be a picture of a hundred soldiers, but now more than two-thirds of it has become blank, and only less than one-third of the picture scroll still has soldiers in armor, but it is also incomplete, and it can be seen that many people are injured and hung with colors, which is really the same as the situation after just experiencing a bloody battle.

With difficulty, he struggled to move his numb legs, got out of the chair behind the offering table, and stood beside the shattered paper figurine, wanting to do something, but not knowing what to do.

"You, what do you need me ......?"

"Shut up!"

"Uh......" He choked for a moment, and then heard its voice ringing in his ears again, with a bit of urgency and solemnity.

"Below, you eyeless rammer hurry up and close your eyes to the old lady, cover your ears, don't speak, don't look, don't listen!"

It was the first time for Zhu Zhan to see this paper-tied woman speaking with such a vicious attitude, and his heart was full of coldness, and he immediately closed his eyes and covered his ears honestly as he said, and he didn't dare to cross it at all.

The spirit led the ghost to sigh, dragging the broken body into the air little by little, and finally stopped near a silent flame of flames.

It was an illusory bonfire, eerily suspended in the air without roots and pins, and above the quietly burning flames, a black shadow that could barely be dissolved, seemed to be staring in the direction of the center of the city.

"The Spirit has seen the Holy Monarch of the Throat ......"

As soon as the black phantom appeared, the paper man bowed down respectfully, not daring to have the slightest carelessness or hesitation.

"You're doing a good job, but what I didn't expect this time is that guy, who was very weak at the beginning, can do it now......"

"Could it be that this is the strength he has improved after becoming the guardian of the gate of the hidden capital?"

A dull and heavy voice sounded directly in Lingyin's heart, with a slight doubt, "I really want to know what that guy did to provoke him to take action at any cost and suppress it in one fell swoop." ”

Ling Yin said with some surprise, "After coming here, Gu Qianhu didn't let me and that Zhu Zhan counselor enter the city, because I don't know what he did in the city. ”

"Is it......" The phantom above the bonfire fell silent, and after a moment, it suddenly expanded and stretched its body, and in an instant, it occupied a void of hundreds of zhang square, "But this is a good opportunity for me, for tens of thousands of years, once I remember that those tribes who believed in me and worshiped me were destroyed by the unreasonable raiding of the ancient tribes, there was a raging anger burning in my chest......"

"If you don't believe him, you will die!? You know, even when I was at my most prosperous, I would never say such a rebellious word!"

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Chapter 338: Great Rebellion