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Chapter 552: No Way Out

Buddhists like to describe hell to warn the world. The hell they describe mostly features tortures by evil spirits, which are all intuitive visual horrors.

But Zhao Yushu felt that the real hell should be psychological terror.

For example, dozens of monks in front of me grinned and stuffed a blood-red pill into their mouths.

The fanaticism and weirdness are comparable to those in horror movies.

These people are still ordinary people at present. Zhao Yushu could kill a lot of them with just his spiritual power, but he did not do anything.

Of course, it is impossible that all of these people are directly under the underworld. They are most likely brainwashed by the fellow apprentice brothers Cihui and Cilin. Zhao Yushu is a bit of a saint, but not a saintly bitch. He will not let go of these people who are destined to become bloodthirsty demons even if they are innocent now. He has his sword in his hand, but he has not taken action.

Because a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"This is a Buddhist matter, why bother Mr. Liu to do it?"

Miao Ming had stood behind him without him knowing when, but he just stretched out his hand and placed it behind him, and he was unable to move.

The top-notch exterior scenery is perfect.

Miaoming stood in front of a group of monks who had taken blood pills and were lying on the ground enduring the first wave of erosion. Zhang Hong stood up and looked at King Kong who had also stood up.

"Why, you are also involved in the underworld?"

"Even if I were involved, I wouldn't let this bunch of rubbish take the lead. What else can they do except disgust you? A slap in the face can kill a bunch of them."

King Kong was right. This group of crazy people seemed to be numerous and powerful, but even after taking the medicine, their ability was no more than that of the first level. In the face of the great perfection of the external scene, the number of people in the first level was meaningless.

If they launched the attack secretly, they might be able to cause some unrest. But now they stand out so openly, what do they want to do?

Could they really stand up just because of Zhao Yushu's words? Do monks really not lie?

No matter whether others believe it or not, Zhao Yushu certainly doesn't believe it.

So he also looked at King Kong. The leader was not here, so if anyone could take advantage of the chaos here, it could only be King Kong.

If the leader dared to come, he might not be able to defeat King Kong, but it would be no problem to hold him back for a while. If Zhang Hong and Miao Ming attacked at the same time, they could definitely force the leader to attack with all his strength for more than ten breaths.

Who did I miss?

Zhao Yushu quickly went through all the forces in his mind, but couldn't think of anyone else who could come to disrupt the situation.

That means I missed something.

As the wind blew, a new monk with red eyes pounced on the monk from the Fourth Level of the Iron Elephant Temple. In his eyes, this was an irresistible delicacy.

A thick iron-grey fist smashed hard on his head. Monk Tiexiang's eyes widened in anger: "Evil demon!"

The punch was so powerful that it smashed the monk's head, causing it to twitch a few times and then stop moving.

A blood-red mist slowly rose from his body.

Zhao Yushu subconsciously moved his nose and smelled a familiar smell of blood.

This seemed to be the taste I had on Jiufeng Mountain back then.

"Stand back, there's something strange about this fog."

Miaoming grabbed a few monks from Tiexiang Temple and retreated several feet, his brows furrowed.

He can retreat, and the enemy can naturally advance. There is no limit to the attack, but if Miao Ming retreats again, Yan Hui's corpse will be on the line.

"This kind of blood mist will damage people's minds and make them bloodthirsty and murderous."

The monk from Tiexiang Temple had witnessed the power of blood mist in Yuezhou. At that time, it was not a blood pill of unknown concentration, but just some thin blood mist. He was the only one who could remain conscious.

There were at least dozens of monks who had swallowed blood pills in front of him. If they exploded at the same time, he had no confidence that he could withstand it.

I can’t retreat, and I can’t kill. What should I do?

"Suppress them and cripple their limbs."

Zhao Yushu rushed forward, turned his sword, and hit the hilt of the sword on a monk's leg. There was a crackling sound of broken bones, and a monk with red eyes fell to the ground with a wail.

Three more sounds rang out, and the remaining legs and feet were also broken. The monk kept howling and wriggling on the ground like a worm. The howling and the sound of clothes rubbing against the floor made people irritated, and combined with the blood mist, it was even more confusing.

It won't be possible for anything to happen to him if he's paralyzed, Zhao Yushu breathed a sigh of relief and was about to do the same to the other monks, but he saw the monk who was struggling and squirming under his feet suddenly stop howling, and let out a few hoarse sounds in his throat, then his cheeks suddenly puffed up like a toad.

Zhao Yushu stepped back instinctively, and just as he stepped back, there was a loud bang, and the toad exploded into a ball of blood mist in front of his eyes.

"Throw them out!"

Zhang Hong suddenly exerted force, and his whole body created a gust of wind. However, before he rushed to the front, bang sounds rang out one after another.

That's too late.

These people are simply death warriors. I don’t know how the underworld deceived or brainwashed them. Maybe religious people themselves are more easily brainwashed.

The blood mist became extremely thick. Not to mention the few kind monks in the Iron Elephant Temple, even Zhao Yushu himself did not dare to be confident that he could last how long in this mist.

Although the blood mist was not moving fast, the people present were all experts and could leave if they wanted to, but they could not.

Miao Ming and Zhang Hong stood in front of the big bell with Yan Hui's body at the same time.

As long as Yan Hui's body is still here, the two of them must stay here and then gamble on whether they can withstand the erosion of the blood mist.

The usual leader style.

"I have a suggestion. It's only one night earlier. Why don't we escort Master Yanhui's body to Shengci Temple now?"

King Kong put his hands together and said sincerely: "Unlike the great monk of Dabei Temple who is as immovable as a mountain, I admit that I cannot withstand such evil spirit."

go?

Of course I can leave. I was planning to leave tomorrow. The key holders for both locks are here, so there seems to be no better way than to leave.

The most reasonable and only path is right in front of you. What reason do you have not to take it?

But Miao Ming and Zhang Hong both hesitated.

None of us is a fool. Even an idiot can see that the leader is playing this trick to force you to leave. If you don’t leave, you will die. If you leave, you will have to wait for his next move. What will you do?

"Senior brother?"

At this critical moment, Miao Ming gave the decision-making power to Zhang Hong.

"Let's go! If anything happens, you protect Master's body, and I'll deal with that bastard from the underworld!"

Zhao Yushu did not interrupt. The leader's move had nothing to do with him. Whether he came to Tiexiang Temple or not, the current scene would have happened. It was just that his coming made the people in the underworld take action a moment earlier. It would not affect the overall situation.

The usual leader style.

Since I have already made the arrangements, the result will be as I expected. Those who are good at making arrangements do not care about details and only need to promote the general trend. It is inevitable that Zhao Yushu will go to Yuezhou, it is inevitable that Yan Hui will die in Yuezhou, it is inevitable that his body will be taken to Yizhou, and if there are no monks from Tiexiang Temple, there will be others. He needs a chaotic enough situation, so a chaotic situation will inevitably occur.

Zhao Yushu felt very powerless.

No wonder the leader seemed so casual about his pursuit of me, and didn’t seem to care about my multiple escapes. Nothing I did could change the predetermined outcome, so what else could I do?

Zhao Yushu looked up at King Kong.

Miao Ming and Zhang Hongyi have to guard against King Kong, so the remaining one has to face the leader alone, and the leader will definitely win.

But what if I add myself?