Chapter 295 They will chew you up bit by bit
People’s eyes were involuntarily focused on,
the monk who looked ordinary but had a faint aura of extraordinary.
He gently clasped his hands together and chanted "Amitabha" softly,
Although the voice was as gentle as the breeze, it contained a magical power to soothe people's hearts,
It can give those surrounding nerves that are tense due to fear a moment of relief and tranquility.
Abbot Tonghua's eyelids drooped slightly, covering his eyes as deep as pool water, leaving only a faint shadow, making it difficult for people to peer into the vast world in his heart.
The seemingly ordinary hands were slowly turning a string of simple Buddhist beads.
The string of Buddhist beads looks ordinary at first glance. The surface is as smooth as a mirror. Each bead exudes a warm luster. It has obviously been polished and baptized for countless years.
However, it is this seemingly ordinary string of Buddhist beads,
occasionally there will be a touch of golden Buddha light flickering faintly inside the beads.
The fingers of the Bishop of the Holy See of Light gently caressed the gemstone ring.
The ring shone dazzlingly under the afterglow of the setting sun, like a bright star.
There was a bit of playfulness and thinking in his eyes, obviously speculating on the identity and purpose of this mysterious monk.
Abbot Tonghua, however, still maintained his indifference and detachment,
as if all the noise and disturbance around him had nothing to do with him.
He just sat there quietly, turning the beads in his hand.
Even Uzi, who was fighting fiercely with Xiao Cangqing, couldn't help but glance over here.
Because of the energy fluctuations emitted by the monk at that moment, Uzi Have to be distracted and careful.
The power of that moment was even inferior to that of Xiao Cangqing in Wuzi's heart.
While Uzi was distracted, Xiao Cangqing's attack was already coming towards him like a gust of wind.
The moment the butcher knife was swung, the world was enveloped by an extremely cold aura.
It was not only the roar of metal collision, but also the wails and screams from the netherworld abyss. Sad and desperate,
like thousands of lonely ghosts crying helplessly in the dark night.
These sounds intertwined into an invisible web of terror,
tightly wrapping every inch of space on the battlefield, chilling people's hearts and trembling their souls.
With the flash of the knife, the ancient seal was suddenly torn apart on the butcher knife, and millions of evil souls broke free from their long-term imprisonment.
They are no longer illusory existences, but have turned into substantial black shadows, sweeping in like a violent storm.
These evil spirits have different shapes. Some have distorted faces and exposed fangs, like demons from hell. Some were wearing broken armor and holding broken blades, like warriors returning from ancient battlefields. There are also those that are headless and faceless, leaving only twisted black mist, circling and flying in the air, like strange ghosts.
They are like ferocious beasts that have been imprisoned for thousands of years. Once they get out of trouble, they show frightening ferocity and madness.
Uzi felt his eyes go dark, and then he was completely swallowed by the surging darkness.
His hands, shoulders, neck, head, and every part of his body
were all held tightly by countless cold and piercing hands at this moment.
Those hands were pale and slender, with a faint blue light shining on their fingertips.
They either entangled or pulled, tightly binding Uzi in a cage woven by evil spirits.
All around, there is endless darkness and silence, only the roars of evil spirits echo in the ears.
Their voices are full of hatred and hunger, and they want to treat Uzi as their meal. , biting it all off bite by bite.
Those rotting livid faces are looming in the dim light.
Their eyes are hollow and deep, but they reveal a heart-stopping persistence and madness.
Staring straight at Uzi, it was like admiring a feast that was about to take place, waiting for the moment to dismantle him. Uzi felt as if he had been thrown into an endless dark quagmire.
He was surrounded by a thick and cold swamp, and every struggle would only make him sink deeper.
The power of those evil spirits is powerful and strange. They seem to be able to understand every thought of Uzi,
predict his every move, and thus lay a dragnet in advance, leaving him nowhere to go. escape.
At this critical moment, the butcher's knife was like the sickle of death, carrying endless murderous intent and curse, and struck Uzi's head fiercely.
The air is filled with suffocating tension and fear.
Uzi relied on his amazing will and survival instinct,
to make an almost instinctive reaction in this thin line between life and death.
He twisted his body abruptly, causing his head to deviate from its original fatal trajectory,
But the sharp blade still cut across his shoulder mercilessly, leaving a shocking scar.
This blow almost separated most of Uzi's shoulder from his body, and the mutilated wound was unbearable to look at.
There was no warm blood gushing out from the wound, only a dead blue-gray color.
His body has long lost the nourishment of blood and has become as desolate as a desert.
The evil spirits on the butcher knife smelled the breath of death. They took advantage of this opportunity and poured into Uzi's open wound like a tide.
These evil spirits, with their unique curses and resentments,
wander freely in Uzi's body, looking for new hosts or targets of destruction.
But there is some extraordinary power in Uzi's body, which is silently resisting the intrusion of these outsiders.
When everyone’s eyes focused on Uzi’s dissected body, they all felt palpitations and shock.
The cyan muscles and bones look particularly strange and eerie in the dim light,
Although their structure is similar to that of humans, they reveal a coldness and deathly silence that does not belong to this world.
Without the nourishment of blood and the beating of life, this body has transcended the boundaries of life and death and has become a terrifying existence between existence and nothingness.
Xiao Cangqing's crazy and cruel eyes finally had a hint of happiness, because he also noticed that Uzi was very difficult.
Fortunately, this knife hit. Although this butcher knife slaughtered five million people, it was also cursed by the souls of five million people, so the power of this curse has always been attached to it. On top of the butcher knife.
Every time a person is slashed with a butcher knife, this curse will spread and be enveloped, and they will never be able to get rid of it.
This means that once Uzi is struck by this butcher knife, he has lost all his previous advantages.
“You should never provoke our vampires.
But it’s too late to regret. Prepare to fall into hell forever and be with these five million souls forever,
They will chew you up bit by bit, then chew you up again,
and repeat this process of torturing you until you can’t survive or die.”
Xiao Cangqing's vicious voice kept floating into Wuzi's ears.
At the beginning of the confrontation between the two, Uzi made Xiao Cangqing lose his life, so now Xiao Cangqing wants to crush Uzi to ashes!
Uzi sneered, not caring about the hideous wounds on his body, and waved his right hand fiercely.
(End of this chapter)