Su Changxing recalled the appearance of Monk Weihuo in his mind. When he first met him, he felt that his Buddha-nature was very high, which was the Buddha-nature of compassion.

This Buddha nature should also be orthodox in Buddhist inheritance.

"Then how can you overcome!"

The corners of Su Changxing's mouth rose slightly, and he punched the priest again. The golden light on the skin of his arm was so bright that it was a bit dazzling.

There are many things he can steal, not just abilities, movements, expressions, behaviors and even Buddha nature.

He doesn't know what Buddha nature is, but it is still possible to imitate it according to the gourd painting, and he can also feel a similar state of mind.

The card of the Wealthy Monk was shattered in his hand, not to use the ability of the Weihuo Monk, but to reproduce his Buddha nature.

The two collided again, but this time Su Changxing didn't move at all, instead, cracks appeared on the priest's arm.

"How can it be!"

He opened his eyes wide, vomited blood, and sat down on the ground.

Only at this time did he notice that his fist was sunken, every bone was shattered, and an astonishing dark force penetrated his entire body.

On the other hand, Su Changxing was intact at the moment.

"How is my Buddha nature? Is it much stronger than you? Sorry, I hurt you too much."

Su Changxing smiled sheepishly, the golden light on his skin dimmed, but it didn't disappear, it was hidden in the flesh and blood.

The buddha nature of Monk Weihuo was reproduced, his vajra body was far stronger than that of the priest, and with the concentration of the heart, he directly defeated the opponent.

He didn't use "Concentration" in the previous few confrontations, because his arms couldn't bear this kind of force.

Knowing that he was invincible, the priest raised his crutches and stomped on the ground three times. His body swelled again, his skin turned blood-colored, his arms turned into six arms, and his face was ferocious, showing his fangs.

"You forced me to do this, King Kong glared at me, I can only kill but not escape!"

His eyes are blood red, his whole body has a terrifying aura, and he is a living demon.

Su Changxing felt the breath of the blood moon, which was full of mist.

The priest rushed towards him, the ground shook and the surrounding ruins collapsed.

Boom~

With the sound of gunfire, the upper body on the left side of the priest exploded, shattered into countless blood clots, and three huge arms fell to the ground.

He didn't stop, and sped up again, throwing at Su Changxing with a cane in one hand, the injuries on his body didn't seem to have any effect on him.

It was another shot of Su Changxing, which also knocked off his other three hands, and the huge impact made him stop.

The priest knelt down on the ground, roaring out of his mouth, as if he was unwilling and angry.

Within a few seconds, he completely fell to the ground without making a sound. Just now was his last effort.

Although the person is dead, he still maintains the appearance of the Mo Tuo, or this is his appearance, and the others are just disguises.

The doomsday believers who were still around just now were either torn apart by the evil spirits or escaped.

"Sacrifice?"

Su Changxing walked over, picked up the black mask, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, the pattern on it was very exquisite, and there was some kind of energy flowing in the pattern.

[Sacrifice mask: Bingguan, inferior, has the ability to hide and communicate, and when worn, it can continuously strengthen one's body to the limit with blood energy.

This is the mask only possessed by the priests of the Doomsday Cult, and it is also the power. Wearing this mask is the priest of the Doomsday Cult. 】

"In this way, anyone can become a priest of the Doomsday Cult, and a priest of the Doomsday Cult can be anyone."

Su Changxing looked at the mask and pondered for a while, then threw the mask into the crevice of the ruins with his backhand, turned around and walked out, his figure disappeared into the black mist.

After a while.

A doomsday cultist also wearing a black mask came here, looked around, but found no one else, noticed the sacrificial mask in the ruins, and bent down to pick it up.

"I'll tell you that you are looking for death. If you don't believe me, it's ridiculous for mortals to compete with the sun and the moon for glory!"

She took off her mask, revealing a better face, only with pale lips.

"Everyone knows that you were killed by Su Changxing, so it is only natural for me to become a priest. Sorry, I lied to you."

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, like a snake spitting out a letter, sneaking in the dark, its fangs were full of venom.

She promised the priest to attack from behind when they were fighting, but just now, she didn't do anything, just watched quietly from a distance.

Afterwards, she put on the sacrificial mask and ran towards the densely packed houses. If she wanted to escape, she could only go this way. The outside was full of soldiers, and the inside was blocked by the sheriff with people.

It's just that if this is the case, he may bump into Su Changxing, but if he is lucky, he will be able to escape.

She's a lucky guy, always has been.

As more and more people die, there will be more and more evil spirits. This is a process of ebb and flow.

In the back, Qian Runwei came in with a large number of people to clean up. After a simple cleanup, the people caught in this area, who were suspected of being doomsday believers, were pulled out and beheaded.

Many people have died, and there are more people hiding here than imagined.

Some may not really be Doomsday cultists.

But what does that matter?

They must be involved with the Doomsday Cult here, so there is no problem... Su Changxing told himself this, looking around silently, and did not do it himself.

If you kill too many people, your hands will feel heavy unconsciously, and eventually become numb.

He doesn't want to be numb.

This action is also necessary, to show the determination of the 17th group, to deter the Doomsday Sect, and to make an example of others.

People are very complicated, they need freedom, but they cannot be completely free, and so is the human heart.

On this day, many people died in Hekou County, thousands of people, maybe one thousand, maybe two thousand, no one knows the exact number.

The sight of stacks of people being dragged out to be shot made countless people terrified. Some people were so frightened that their legs weakened and they sat on the ground. They were dragged back at night.

Blood was dripping from the potholes on the ground, and the burning corpses were emitting black smoke, which was particularly choking.

Su Changxing stood on a tall building, staring at the black smoke below, and didn't speak for a long time. This was beyond what he had originally thought.

It's like a vine in the ground, one section is pulled out, and then there is another section, and I want to pull it out again, and then I pull out more and more, and the longer I pull out, the longer.

After the troops of the 17th group entered Hekou County, they eradicated the apparent doomsday believers~lightnovelpub.net~ and took over the entire Hekou County as a matter of course.

There are many people involved with the Doomsday Cult, so they had to kill some, fine some, and release some.

Gu Xingrong and the others stood aside, not daring to show their anger, so they could only watch cautiously, for fear of running into bad luck.

Xu Wenfeng showed a look of unbearable, took a deep breath and said: "Boss, is this method a little harsher, and many people died in the end of the day."

He didn't understand why so many people had to be killed. Some people seemed to have no need to die, which was understandable.

Su Changxing shook his head: "The Doomsday Cult is a poisonous stubble, related to the next round of Doomsday."

"..." Xu Wenfeng lowered his head and did not speak again.

Su Changxing asked Gu Xingrong: "Where is your administrator, there shouldn't be any Doomsday Sect to trouble him now, right?"

Gu Xingrong showed a look of hesitation: "This... I haven't contacted the manager for the time being, but there should be news soon, and there may be some delays."