All hearse were opened. More than fifty coffins containing the bodies of the Silver Moon Elders were carried out from the carriage. Hang took the lead and with the two brothers Yao Daojue and Yao Jue who followed him, and Zhang Zai's two underage sons, the five of them worked together to lift Zhang Zai's coffin and carry it on their shoulders. Hang shouted loudly: "Alien people get out of the moon! The moon is the moon of the moon people! Severely punish the murderer! Give me justice to my mentor! Give me the way to live!" He no longer took a vehicle, and took big steps, shouting slogans, while walking towards the "Moon Emperor Tower" in the city center.

The power of role models is absolutely infinite. Since someone starts, of course someone will follow. The nearly 10,000 Yinyue disciples who were incited by the tragic atmosphere just now seemed to have completely forgotten their fear. Everyone rushed forward one after another, found the coffin placed in the body of their master, and then learned the appearance of the gutter, shouting slogans, and set off towards the "Moon Emperor Tower". One person after another, one coffin after another. The crowds surged and quickly gathered into a tide. They flowed back and rolled back from the edge of the city of Nanbatu City, and rushed towards the city center with great momentum.

The iron horses and energy they had previously received orders and secretly sneaked into the moon to carry out missions, and the preliminary preparations they did showed effect at this time. They secretly promoted the fire and made waves. Under their instigation, many people raised their courage and went out of the house to go to the streets to join the surging black crowd. First, the remaining disciples of more than 50 elders. Then the Yinyue disciples who belonged to other branches of the Silver Moon Sect also joined in. Immediately, the warriors who did not belong to the Silver Moon Sect, but also had superpowers. The main personnel who really made the scale of the crowd grow to an uncontrollable level are still ordinary civilians and poor people in the city.

Even in the era of the God of War, civilians and poor people who do not have any superpowers are still the most basic part of society. Civilians are like Xun Silu, struggling to survive in difficult circumstances. Once any accidents occur in life, they will easily lose their money and quickly fall into pieces for them whose risk resistance index is infinitely close to zero. Unfortunately, although the three major bans under the Blue Ocean were originally intended to protect the interests of the moon people, in the end, they turned out to be the last straw that broke the backbone of the camel.

Of course, maybe the backbone of the camel has not been broken yet. But as long as the ban is not cancelled for a day, these lower-class civilians can completely predict the ending of their own. Prophecy becomes reality, but it is only a matter of time. Who would be willing to accept that kind of tragic ending? Of course, it is impossible. Therefore, their patience, their anger, and their dissatisfaction have all reached the limit. A spark can start a prairie fire. As long as there is a chance in front of them, they can fight hard to maintain their little happiness. But now, Hang Garments have given them this opportunity.

The mentality of the common people is to protect the little happiness they have now not to be taken away. But on the other hand, the poor are not only asking for that. They are disappointed with their current life. They only need a slight hope of getting rid of this kind of life, and then a few sparks can immediately ignite ambitions and finally make a prairie fire! They are originally living in the lowest level of society and have nothing. Therefore, they are not afraid of losing anything - including their own lives. Destroy all existing orders and reshuffle the distribution of interests, thereby gaining benefits that were impossible to gain in the past. This is the true thoughts of the poor in the vast majority of the crowd.

For various reasons, various **, and various ambitions. But no matter what, in the end, they all gathered under the same slogan, gathered into the same surging crowd, and poured in the same direction. Starting from the Hang and the Hangs lifted the coffin, they only advanced about two or three kilometers, and continued to join along the way, the scale of the tide was like a balloon full of air, and it expanded rapidly. In just two hours, nearly 10,000 people turned into 100,000 people. One hundred thousand people turned into 300,000, half a million, eight hundred thousand, one million, one million, and one million... quickly approached the 2 million mark!

Such a large-scale collective incident is not possible unless it is deployed in the city of Nanbatu, and those military and police who are implementing martial law according to the instructions of the superiors are all blind and deaf. How could they not notice it? At first, when the crowd is less than 10,000, if the military and police forces make every effort to stop the situation, it is not impossible to stop the situation from deteriorating further.

But it should be known that the military and police are just a profession to support their families. After taking off their uniforms, they also have to be in the world, and there are interpersonal relationships such as relatives and friends that need to be taken care of. The three major bans also make them feel deeply suffering. In addition, most of the staff of the military and police department are disciples of Yinyue Sect, and they are the first part of the crowd. They are of the same sect and brothers, and they are related to each other. Why are they so embarrassed to act ruthlessly? So at that time, the military and police just stood in the police car, using electronic speakers from a distance to persuade and warn the crowd loudly. They just did it perfunctorily.

However, as more and more people joined the crowd and the team grew, the military and police gradually realized that if this continued, the situation would be very bad, so they hurriedly assumed roadblocks and tried to divert and guide the crowd. But after the situation developed to this extent, they remembered to control and restrain the situation? It was too late!

"The murderer of heaven will give me justice; lift the three bans and give me the way to live!" All the demands were summarized into simple and powerful twelve-word slogans. Nearly two million throats were pulled open at the same time, and they roared with all their strength. In this shouting and shouting that was not only righteous but also shocking, the discipline of the team quickly collapsed and began to beat, smash and rob. Along the way, the parked cars were pushed down and burned, and the glass on the street was smashed. All the items worthy of being robbed/robbed in the eyes of this group of mobs, regardless of food, clothing, shoes, socks, or even felt curtains, were quickly robbed.

You should know that the so-called lean camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how poor the moon is, there are still rich people. As the capital of the moon, Nanbatu City has at least tens of millions of people in the city. Apart from Beibatu City, it is the most prosperous city on the moon. The area where the "Moon Emperor Tower" stands belongs to the center of Nanbatu City and is the most elite part of the entire city. Almost all the richest people on the moon live in this area. There are many people and brave people. After slapping all the shops along the way, they become even more out of control and directly target the mansions where the rich live.

Looking down at the ground from the sky, the team was originally the most standard triangle arrow shape. But the closer it approached the city center, the more severe the arrow was. In the end, it turned into a paramecium, and tentacles were extended in all directions. Each tentacle pointed to a gorgeous mansion. Of course, these mansions that were targeted by robbery will never belong to the disciples of the Yinyue Sect.

This is a hidden rule that no one openly says, but everyone is very clear. As long as anyone reveals the intention of robbing/robbing Yinyue disciples, they will be cut off from the back of their heads by someone and knocked unconscious to the ground. Then, countless pairs of shoes immediately stepped on him ruthlessly. At most two or three minutes, a living person can be stepped into a pool of bloody mud, and he can't tell what he originally looked like. After several times, the mobs who intend to rob all learned their lessons and took the lead and picked soft persimmons. Anyway, the city center area is so big that it does not belong to the rich mansion under Yinyue's sect, at least eight or nine thousand. There are fat meats. There is no need to worry about chewing hard bones.

Once the target is selected, humans can immediately turn into wild beasts. They live like thousands of hungry wild wolves, who frantically attack the target. First, they use their lives to fill all the safety and defense devices on the periphery of the house, then remove the fences and gates and push down the towering walls. After all the protections are lifted, they break into the courtyard and knock open the door of the house, break the window glass, and flock in from all available entrances and exits.

These wealthy families are not ordinary people who have no power to fight chickens. They at least have the cultivation level of generals, and even a small number are commanders. However, among the people who attack and loot, there are also masters and strong men. At this time, there are no emphasis on the dignity of warriors who fight alone. In short, everyone rushed up. The so-called double fists are hard to beat four hands, let alone forty hands and four hundred hands? No matter how powerful you are, you will only end up with three punches and two kicks and then being knocked down, and then splitting away the corpse.

Once the self-defense force in the house is solved, then the next thing is the tyrannical feast of the invaders. All buildings are burned out, everyone is completely killed, and all property and food are snatched away! If a woman is a little pretty, she will be knocked to the ground with a crazy laugh and laughed wildly by the invaders, invading in public and ravaging them wantonly. After they vent their beastly nature, these poor women will never escape the fate of death.

Repeated and repeated, the tentacles of the "Paradise" continued to extend everywhere, and tragedies continued to happen. Roars, curses, screams, crying, pleading, and laughter... All kinds of sounds intertwined and sensual, but were finally completely suppressed by the earth-shaking slogans. Countless fire heads burned from corners of the city center. Huge pillars of fire carrying thick black smoke appeared and soared into the sky. The burnt smell of burning people drifted away from all directions. In just a moment, every corner of Nanbatu City had already filled.

Things evolved into this field, to a large extent, and the death of Elder Yinyue such as Zhang Zai and others had nothing to do with the implementation of the three major bans. Those mobs with red eyes and bloody bodies were just venting their lives to vent their resentment and taking the opportunity to satisfy their greed that they could not be satisfied on weekdays. Seeing those who were scrambling to gain benefits from violence/chaos, more and more people who were originally waiting and watching could no longer hold back, and they opened their doors and participated in them personally and became part of the crowd.

The chaos continued to spread, and the scale of the crowd increased repeatedly. The two million mark was easily broken, and then it reached the three million mark within an hour. At this point, the less than 30,000 soldiers and police deployed in the city, although everyone was fully armed, became a weaker side. As a last resort, the only thing they could do was to admit the reality, give up control of the city, and then retreat to Yuedi Street, where the "Moon Emperor Tower", and use it as the last line of defense to guard against it.

"The murderer of heaven will give me justice; lift the three bans, and give me the way to live! The murderer of heaven will give me justice; lift the three bans, and give me the way to live!" No matter how the tentacles rage and extend, the direction and action goals of the black crowd, as the main component of paramecium, have never changed. Under the leadership of the sleeping coffin of more than 50 Silver Moon Elders led by Zhang Zai, led by Hang, the two brothers of the Yao family, Xun Silu and others, the crowd slowly moved and finally approached the intersection of Yuedi Street. Layered iron codes, sandbags, and cars were all piled up randomly to form solid roadblocks. Behind the roadblocks, thousands of lunar military and police set up a total of five heavy machine guns to form crossfire, and were ready for battle.

At this moment, the weapons taken out in this occasion are certainly not ordinary goods. In fact, the "Avalanche Natural Scourge", one of the five high-tech weapons of "wind, fire, thunder, electricity, and snow", can continuously release 3,000 special bullets per second. Their offensive is truly like a natural disaster. Its arrival makes people unable to avoid or stop. If an ordinary martial god powerful man with a slightly weaker strength is targeted by it, as long as his power does not exceed the twelfth level of heaven, he will be torn to pieces in an instant, and even a little bit of meat cannot be kept. Even if he has the power of the fifteenth level of heaven, he can only resist his full attack for one minute. Of course, this refers to the situation where the martial god powerful man cannot seize the opportunity to fight back and can only be beaten passively.

This powerful weapon of destruction is extremely valuable, and the bullets are not cheap. If the firepower is fully developed and fired for one minute, it is equivalent to killing all living expenses of 100,000 ordinary lunar people in a year. Not to mention that there are a total of five "avalanches" here. But at this moment, extraordinary means must be used. Even if you burn more money, Tao Bi, the elder of the Silver Moon Elder Council, as the supreme commander-in-chief of the military and police, can only accept his fate.

The wealth has been made, so why should we be stingy with small wealth? Therefore, in addition to the "Avalanche Natural Disaster", there are also "Thunder Evil Sword" and "Storm" submachine guns that are under the bilge in the Arsenal of the General Military and Police Administration. Unfortunately, the number of military and police officers is nearly 30,000, and the number of these powerful weapons that can be used to deal with powerful magnetic fields is less than 3,000. On average, ten people can only be assigned one, which makes people feel that they are not confident. As for the other military and police who have not been assigned great power weapons, they can only use ordinary riot-relieving weapons. Because of this, the morale of the military and police forces is generally not high, and it can even be said to be low.

The black crowd, composed of nearly three million people, roared and rolled in a surging manner, as if nothing in this world could prevent it from moving forward. However, the roadblocks made of countless iron-coded car sandbags were like a dam blocking the front, which finally made the forwards slightly slow down the rushing speed. The Silver Moon disciples who were at the forefront of the team certainly recognized the "Avalanche Scourge", "Thunder Evil Sword", and "Storm", and were fully aware of the lethality of these high-tech weapons. No one was willing to use their flesh and blood to fight against the enemy's weapons, so they were wandering outside the safety cordon, watching cautiously and refusing to break through. But the sound of their slogans would only be louder.

Tao Bi felt a little relieved. He took the electronic loudspeaker from his subordinates and jumped to the top of the roadblock. Looking around, he saw a crowd of black people in front of him, boundless, as if he could fill the entire sun system all the time. Even though he was a martial god-level powerhouse, Tao Bi could not help but burst his scalp and trembled in an instant. He reluctantly calmed down, lifted the loudspeaker and put it next to his mouth, shouting loudly: "Stop moving forward, stop moving forward immediately! You have violated the emergency martial law order, so no matter who you are, no matter what your request, you will disband immediately and leave. Otherwise, all the consequences will be yourselves!"

Hang's face was gloomy and waved his hand back hard. With instructions, the sound of shouting slogans behind him gradually weakened. One by one, ten, hundreds of, hundreds of, thousands of, and thousands of people. After a while, millions of people shut their mouths one after another and stopped shouting the slogan "Heavenly punished the murderer, I will be fair." Even though there were still various sounds coming from afar due to violent and plundering in the distance, they were faintly drifting in the wind, but near, they seemed to be silent.

In the midst of silence, a coffin came out. The enlarged black and white photo was inlaid on the Lingshu, with a voice, appearance and smile. As if at present, it was Zhang Zai, the former leader of the Yinyue Elder Council. The coffin came out with Zhang Zai, two underage sons, Yao Daojue and Yao Juedao brothers, Xun Silu, and Hangguan. Hangguan raised his head and shouted in a deep voice: "Uncle Tao, I am Hangguan. See clearly, whose coffin is this?"

"Han Gang? Senior Brother Zhang's apprentice?" Tao Bi was stunned and then said loudly: "What do you want to do when you carry your master's Lingshu here? Today is your master's funeral. Don't delay the good time to get buried. Listen to the advice of the master, go back quickly."

"Ha, is it this cliché again? Unfortunately, my nephew can't obey his orders." Han Gang sneered and said loudly: "We are here today to seek justice for Master and the old man. If the murderer is not punished, we will not give up! Uncle Tao, if you are really willing to be a lackey for outsiders, you must betray the Silver Moon Sect and sell the interests of the moon, then don't hesitate and give orders to open fire and kill us!"

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