This Cultivator Has A Dirty Heart

Under Chen Luo's roar, the people did not dare to say anything more. They ran back home one after another, called their family members, and then brought as many valuable items as possible.

Chen Luo sat at the gate of the city, looking at the stick of incense that had been burned to the end, and the dozens of people who had arrived late not far away carrying large and small bags, and felt a headache.

"If I had known this would happen, I might as well have killed two people from the beginning."

Chen Luo said half-complainingly.

Killing people is obviously useless now. After all, everyone has gone back to their homes. Even if he kills two people, the deterrent effect will not spread so quickly.

In desperation, Chen Luo had no choice but to continue waiting with his disciples.

As for the so-called bombing of the city, they were all lies made up by Chen Luo.

After all, if the city is really blown up, just setting up a large array around it will take a lot of materials and time.

As for how to explain it to the surviving people at that time, it is actually not that difficult.

Chen Luo has already discussed with Fatian that after they finish everything, they will send a signal to Fatian.

At that time, Fa Tian only needs to pretend to be back and stop them before they blow up the city.

After a few more incense sticks, tens of thousands of people finally gathered at the city gate. A rough estimate was that there were about 50,000 to 60,000 people.

But after Chen Luo took a look, he couldn't help but frowned.

Although this is a border city, the population is not large.

But when Chen Luo chatted with Fatian before, the other party told him that the population here was at least about 100,000.

In other words, at least about half of the people have not come out yet.

"You first take these people to the gathering point outside the city. The remaining people will go with me to find the remaining people."

The disciples nodded and followed Chen Luo's instructions and began to bring over the first batch of people who came out.

Chen Luo, on the other hand, led his disciples towards the city.

It is obviously not difficult for them to find people, but their number is really small, and there are really many people in the city.

But the only good thing is that these people who are still in the city have no intention of hiding on purpose.

Most of them are divided into three types of people. One type is those who are still working and have no idea what is going on.

The other type is those who are still packing up their belongings and want to take away all the valuable things at home.

As for the last remaining one, they were unwilling to leave after hearing that Chen Luo and the others were going to blow up the city.

He was still yelling that his family had been living here for several generations and that he would not go anywhere. Even if he died, he would die here.

Looking at the scenes in front of him, Chen Luo felt a headache because he was not the real Demon Dao.

If the monks from the Ten Thousand Demons Sect were to deal with it, they would probably kill all these disobedient people directly.

They might even just ignore the people in the city, set up a large formation nearby and blow up the city directly.

But Chen Luo is on the right path now, and there are some things he cannot do.

He feels like he is a grassroots civil servant doing ideological work for the people in the demolition area.

Especially those who are unwilling to leave, they feel like they are trying to convince a tough household.

But fortunately, Chen Luo is not a real civil servant, and these people are not real nail-biters.

If someone is disobedient, Chen Luo doesn't need to really try to persuade him, he just slaps him twice to scare the other person, and then he leaves.

As for those who are more determined, just knock them unconscious and have them help carry them away.

Originally, Chen Luo thought that this matter would be handled easily and could be handled in half an hour at most.

But soon, Chen Luo found that he was thinking too much.

It took them a lot of time just to find every civilian in the city.

Finally, it wasn't until the sun went down that Chen Luo drove the people out of the city and rushed to a gathering point not far outside the city.

This gathering point was a temporary building with few facilities, only tall walls connected by wooden piles, enough to accommodate more than 100,000 people.

For the immortal cultivators, it is not difficult to build such a huge accommodation point.

After the last person was driven into the gathering point, Chen Luo and others stood in mid-air and took out the ground and mixed medicinal powder from the Universe Bag.

"Spread according to the previous divisions."

"Remember to spread it to every corner and don't miss anyone."

Chen Luo reminded, and began to disperse the medicinal powder towards the crowd below.

It was already dusk at this time, and the setting sun shone on the scattered medicinal powder, showing a golden-green light.

The medicinal powder fell on the people below. They didn't know what the medicinal powder was or what it did.

But the moment the powder fell on them, they felt an anomaly feeling arising from somewhere within their bodies.

It was as if a small bug was born in a certain piece of meat in the body, and the small bug began to burrow in and out of his body.

"What are they spreading! I feel itchy!"

"No! I can't scratch it! My skin is scratched!"

"It's so itchy! What on earth do they want to do!"

The people below kept shouting, and as the time of contact with the medicinal powder became longer, the poisonous poison in their bodies was gradually activated.

The original itching began to spread throughout the body, and even turned into a severe tingling sensation.

"ah!!!"

"Kill me! Someone kill me! I can't stand it anymore!!"

"Ancestors! Please stop torturing us! We don't dare anymore!!"

"What's wrong, what's wrong!!"

The people who were infected by the poison felt the pain in their bodies and kept shouting and begging.

The people who were not infected by the poison were surrounded by people, watching helplessly as their relatives and friends scratched their skin with their nails, causing blood and blood to flow out, but there was nothing they could do except cry and shout.

The Seven Saints Immortal Gate disciples in the sky looked at this scene and couldn't help but start to waver.

Except for Chen Luo, a few elders of the Soul Formation Stage, and a very few disciples, it seemed that most people could not accept the scene in front of them.

They thought it would be a simple matter.

They sprinkled the powder, which activated the poisonous poison, and the people died.

In their imagination, this seems to be something that can be accomplished in an instant.

Look now, now they see they were wrong.

Everything that happened in front of me was completely different from what I thought!

"Woooo..."

A burst of choking sounds suddenly came, and Chen Luo heard a disciple beside him cry.

Chen Luo just glanced at it lightly and ignored it.

It's not that he can sympathize with this disciple's feelings, it's just that he simply feels that it's none of his business.

Maybe in the eyes of some people, they think that a manly man has nothing to cry about.

Chen Luo is different. No matter whether others are crying or laughing, as long as they don't disturb him, he will ignore them.

He only cares about himself, so he never cares about others and never tells others what to do.