Heavenly Realm, Tonghua Palace.

The moonlit night was in the sky, and the wind was cold.

Suddenly, a white shadow passed by under the moon, and in this dark and silent night, the white shadow flashed like a ghost.

The white shadow flew in front of Tonghua Palace, and instantly entered through the wall.

The moon is round tonight, and although the moonlight is soft, it is enough to illuminate the white shadows.

Under the moonlight, above the white clothes, is a demon mask.

Tonghua Palace, the main hall.

The demon mask gently pushed the door in, his strength light, and his steps light, as if he were afraid of disturbing others.

The moonlight shone like water, shining through the window paper on a painting.

It was a picture of Guanyin sending a child.

The Guanyin Bodhisattva in the painting is dressed in white, stepping on a big red carp with both feet, dragging a jade bottle in his left hand, and holding a big fat boy in his right hand, but she is wearing a ghost mask!

The demon mask looked at the painting, reached behind the painting, and heard only the sound of "ding", and the ground opened up, and a staircase led to the ground.

As soon as the demon mask stretched out his hand, a torch appeared in his hand, he held the torch in his left hand, hid his right hand at his waist, and walked down slowly.

It's very dark in the tunnel, and even with a torch, the visibility is only a foot.

After touching a stick of incense, the demon mask walked to the end of the tunnel, and a closed iron door appeared in front of him.

Ghost Mask brought the torch to the door, and he turned a nondescript iron ring on the door to the left and three times to the right, then pressed it hard.

With a "squeak", the iron door opened.

The moment the door opened, a light shone out from inside the door.

The Demon Mask walked through the door without hesitation.

Inside the iron gate, it's like hell! Even more terrifying than hell!

I saw skeletons like mountains, bones like forests, hair and scalp into felt pieces, skin and flesh and internal organs into mud and dust.

The towering trees are entangled with human tendons and intestines, and under the trees are buried scorched heads that have been scorched by fire.

Next to the big tree, there were rows of iron frames, and on the iron frames, there were severed hands and broken feet.

Next to the iron frame are slender bamboo poles, on which are hung transparent human skins.

Under the bamboo poles, people with no limbs and no facial features are piled together. A gust of wind blew, and the people were still swaying slightly in the wind.

At this moment, a masked man walked over, picked up one of them, and placed him on a large iron bed.

Another masked man came with a cart, and the cart was full of rolling eyes.

Then several masked men came in carts with bloody noses, ears, and lips.

Blood flowed down the cart to the ground, forming a river of blood.

The masked man in front of the bed picked two of them in a basin of eyes, and placed them in the man's eye sockets, followed by the nose, lips, and ears.

After doing this, he walked over to the iron frame again, picked up two severed hands and two broken legs, and placed them on Renbi.

And just like that, a living person assembled it.

Next to the iron bed, there is a pot of oil.

A masked man with a shovel scooped up the meat and entrails from the ground, walked to the tree, tore off a piece of intestines, and threw them into the oil pot.

A foul smell came to my nose.

"Crackling............ Crackling............ "The oil in the pot began to boil, and the corpses in the pot were constantly churning.

Half an hour later, the masked man fished out all the contents of the pot, and he couldn't wait to feast on it.

only heard the sound of "quack, rattle", and the flesh and blood were eaten by him.

After eating, the masked man burped and vomited a lot of blood and debris, after which a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Behind the tree, a naked, fat-headed, big-eared, evil-looking monk walked out, he was a little different from other monks, because there was a golden Buddha light on the top of his head.

"Buddha with a thousand faces. A masked man walked up to the monk and said respectfully.

"How's the progress?" asked the Thousand-Faced Buddha with a blank face.

"At present, less than half of the million heavenly soldiers have been done, and there are still many immortals who have not done it. The masked man said.

"What other immortals?" asked the Thousand-Faced Buddha.

"The Four Heavenly Kings, the Five Directions Reveal the Truth, the Four Values of Gong Cao, and the Two Generals ............"

"Alright, bring the portraits of the Four Heavenly Kings. The Buddha of the Thousand Faces interrupted the masked man and stretched out his hand.

Another masked man came over and placed a painting in the hand of the Buddha with a thousand faces.

The Buddha with a thousand faces opened it and looked at it, and the person in the painting was the king of growth - Mo Liqing!

"You, come here!" the Buddha of Thousand Faces pointed to a masked man.

The masked man was stunned for a moment, and walked over timidly.

The Buddha of the Thousand Faces ripped off his mask, and under the mask, there was a face with no facial features!

I saw that the Buddha of Thousand Faces was holding the portrait in his left hand, and his right hand was constantly rubbing his face.

"Ah!!!" a scream rang out, and wisps of white smoke rose from the hands of the Buddha of a Thousand Faces.

When the white smoke cleared, the Buddha of the Thousand Faces raised his hand.

The person in front of him has suddenly become a demon regreen!

The Thousand-Faced Buddha looked at the portrait, and then at the "Demon Liqing" in front of him, and seemed not very satisfied.

In the next second, the Thousand-Faced Buddha grabbed the hands of "Mo Liqing" and pulled them out fiercely.

"Ahh

This time, the Buddha with a thousand faces smiled with satisfaction.

"From now on, you are the Demon Rite Youth, understand?" said the Buddha with a Thousand Faces.

"Yes, my subordinates understand. "Mo Liqing" said.

The Thousand-Faced Buddha waved his hand, and the "Demon Rite Green" retreated.

"Buddha with a thousand faces. At this moment, the demon mask walked up to the Buddha with a thousand faces and bowed respectfully.

"Are you here, how are things going?" asked the Buddha with a thousand faces.

"Yang Jian is dead, Sun Wukong was injured by his subordinate poison darts, and he has become a waste, and now our opponent is only Nezha. Demon Mask said.

"Very good! When Nezha dies, there will be no more obstacles for us to rule the Heavenly Realm. At this, the Buddha with a thousand faces smiled.

It was demonic, chilling laughter.

But the evil ghost mask said worriedly: "Buddha with a thousand faces, although Yang Jian and Sun Wukong have been removed, Nezha is not easy to mess with, if we have a hard fight with him, we are afraid of heavy losses." ”

Speaking of this, the demon mask subconsciously touched his left arm.

"You don't have to worry about that, because we still have a trump card in our hand. The Buddha of the Thousand Faces seemed to be prepared, he said confidently.

"Trump, what trump card?" asked the demon mask.

"Come here. ”

The demon mask leaned down, and the Buddha of the Thousand Faces whispered a word in his ear.

"It's him!" the demon mask blurted out.

"Shhhh The Buddha of the Thousand Faces made a gesture of boos and said, "The Buddha said, don't say it." So, next, do you understand what to do?"

"The subordinates understand. Demon Mask said.

"Hmm. The Buddha of Thousand Faces nodded in satisfaction............