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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 the orthodoxy in Buddhist inheritance.

"Then how can you win!"

The corner of Su Changxing's mouth raised 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, behavior patterns and even Buddha nature.

He doesn't understand what Buddha nature is, but he can still imitate it and feel a similar state of mind.

The card with the Wee Fire Monk was shattered in his hand, not to use the Wee Fire Monk's ability, but to recreate his Buddha nature.

The two collided with each other 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 then did he notice that his fist was dented, the bones were shattered inch by inch, and the 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? I'm sorry, I used too much force and hurt you."

Su Changxing smiled sheepishly. The golden light on his skin dimmed, but did not disappear. It was hidden in the flesh and blood.

Replicating the Buddha nature of Monk Weihuo, his Vajra body is far stronger than the sacrifice, and with his concentration, he can directly defeat the opponent.

He didn't use "Condensation Heart" in the previous confrontations because his arms couldn't bear the force in this way.

Knowing that he was outmatched, the priest picked up his crutch and stomped on the ground three times. His body swelled again, his skin turned blood-colored, his arms turned into six, and his face became ferocious, with fangs exposed.

"You forced me to do this. King Kong's angry eyes only kill but never cross!"

His eyes were blood red, and he had a terrifying aura all over his body, like a living demon.

Su Changxing felt the scent of 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 and shattered into countless blood clots, and three huge arms fell to the ground.

He didn't stop, and speeded up again, holding a crutch in one hand and hitting Su Changxing. The injuries on his body didn't seem to have any effect on him.

Another shot from Su Changxing knocked off his other three hands, and the huge impact caused him to stop.

The priest knelt on the ground and let out bursts of roars, which seemed to be unwilling and angry.

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

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

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

"Sacrifice?"

Su Changxing walked over, picked up the black mask, and looked at it carefully in his hands. The patterns on it were very particular, and there was some kind of energy flowing in the patterns.

[Sacrificial Mask: Bingguan, lower position, has the ability to hide communication. When you wear it, you can continuously strengthen your body with blood energy to the limit.

This is a mask that only the priests of the Doomsday Cult possess, and it is also a power. Wearing this mask becomes a priest of the Doomsday Cult. 】

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

Su Changxing looked at the mask and pondered it for a moment, then threw the mask into the gap in the ruins with his backhand, turned around and walked out, disappearing into the black mist.

After a while.

A doomsday cultist who also wore a black mask came here. He looked around and found no one else. He noticed the sacrificial mask in the ruins and leaned over to pick it up.

"I told you that you are looking for death. You don't believe it. It's ridiculous for a mortal to want to compete with the sun and the moon for glory!"

She took off her mask, revealing a better face, but her lips were a little pale.

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

A cold smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, like a snake spitting a message, lurking in the darkness, its fangs full of venom.

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

Then, she put on a sacrificial mask and ran towards the densely packed houses. She had to go this way if she wanted to escape. There were soldiers outside, and there were also police officers and people blocking the way inside.

In this case, he might bump into Su Changxing, but if he was lucky, he would be able to escape.

She is a lucky person, she always has been.

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

Back at the back, Qian Runwei came in with a large number of people to clean up. After a simple cleanup, anyone caught in this area who was suspected of being a doomsday cultist was pulled out and beheaded.

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

Some may indeed not be doomsday believers.

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 take action himself.

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

He didn't want to become numb.

This action is also necessary, showing the determination of the seventeenth group, shocking the doomsday cult, and also killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

People are very complex and need freedom, but they cannot be completely free. The same is true for the human heart.

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

The sight of piles of people being pulled out and shot made countless people terrified. Some were so frightened that their legs became weak and they sat on the ground. They were not dragged back until night.

There was blood dripping from the potholes on the ground, and black smoke was rising from the burning corpses, which was particularly choking.

Su Changxing stood on the high building, looking at the black smoke below, and said nothing for a long time. What happened here was beyond what he had originally thought.

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

After seventeen groups of troops entered Hekou County, they eradicated the apparent doomsday cultists. Naturally, he took over the entire Hekou County.

There were many people involved with the Doomsday Cult, so we had to kill some, punish some, and release some.

Gu Xingrong and others stood aside and did not dare to express their anger. They could only watch carefully for fear of getting into trouble.

Xu Wenfeng showed a look of intolerance, took a deep breath and said: "Chief, is this method too harsh? Besides, many people died in the apocalypse."

He didn't understand why so many people were killed. Some people seemed to die needlessly, which was understandable.

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

"..." Xu Wenfeng lowered his head and said no more.

Su Changxing asked Gu Xingrong: "Where is your manager? There should be no Doomsday Cult going to trouble him now."

Gu Xingrong showed hesitation: "This...I haven't contacted the manager yet, but there should be news soon. There may be something delayed."