"Let's go over and have a look!" Mo Yun was worried.

Hua Qisheng had already followed when Gong Yu was in a hurry to leave.

……

The waste demon took Gong Yu to a ring.

At this time, there were six people standing in the ring.

A dozen five.

When Gong Yu saw the man who was heavily surrounded in the ring, his heart tightened, and he was both painful and excited.

He has no hair, six ring scars on the top of his head, and wears a neat and clean monk's robe, always with a kind smile on his face, and his peaceful aura gives people an unfathomable feeling.

Although there was no trace of murderous aura on him, no one would doubt his lethality.

His opponent was even more nervous, staring at him with deep fear.

"Kill this demon monk."

One of them shouted, and five people swarmed up, showing their weapons and killing the monk.

The monk twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, and only heard a soft voice: "Amitabha, sin, sin." ”

The sound of the Buddha still echoed in his ears, but the figure of the monk had disappeared.

His speed was so fast that he only left an afterimage in the air, making it impossible to tell which was true and which was fake.

When the monk's figure reappeared, the Buddhist beads in his hand fell to the ground one by one, making a knocking sound, as if knocking on people's hearts.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

There were five muffled sounds in a row, and the five people who had originally attacked the monk fell to the ground one after another, and they had already lost their breath.

Several Buddha beads were nailed to the bodies of the five people, and even some Buddha beads passed through the body, leaving shocking flesh holes, and bright red hot blood flowed out of the holes, staining the ring red.

Everyone looked at the monk standing in the corner of the ring in astonishment.

The corners of his mouth still had the smile of Pudu sentient beings, and his peaceful aura had not changed because of the killing.

"Amitabha, sin, sin."

The monk said the Buddha name in his mouth, sat down slowly, folded his hands, and recited the Jizo Bodhisattva Sutra with words in his mouth.

As the scriptures were recited, the fears in the hearts of the people were gradually calmed.

Suddenly, a strange red light flashed in the center of the monk's eyebrows, and the originally dull cinnabar mole became as demonic as blood, as if it had absorbed the undead spirit of the deceased.

This phenomenon frightened many people into gasping.

Is this demon monk overpowering the soul, or devouring the soul?

Wouldn't he even lose his soul if he died at his hands?

It's so wicked.

In the midst of fear, the waste demon smiled charmingly.

"Blood Hitomi, why do I think the mask when I was young looked a little cute?"

The waste demon still deeply remembers that when he met the mask in the previous life, he had already been a mercenary for many years, and he had gone through all kinds of hardships and dangers, and his temperament had become more and more unfathomable, always giving the waste demon a creepy feeling.

If it is said that in the soul demon mercenary group, who is the person that the waste demon is most afraid of, it must be a mask.

But now that the waste demon has already recovered the memory of the previous life, looking at the mask at this time with the eyes of reading all the vicissitudes of life, I can't help but feel that the mask is a little immature.

At least, the Waste Demon can now easily see through the heart of the Masquerade.

It's not as unpredictable as in the previous life.

"I'll tell you what to do."

Gong Yu smiled, raised his feet and walked down the mask of the ring.

"ε=(′ο'*))))Alas?" The waste demon reacted to what Gong Yu said, and chased forward excitedly, "Blood Pupil, I beg you, you must not tell the mask!" ”