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This unintentional remark hit the sore spot in Master Mingkong's heart.

What he least wanted to admit was his own weakness, so he gave up everything and became neither human nor ghost.

When did he lose his human heart?

Probably in

The moment when he devoured the master's flesh and blood.

The handsome monk had a bloody face and a horrible look on his face.

Before he could utter a word, he felt his body becoming light.

A huge ghost hand broke out of the ground, grabbed him, and slammed him against the wall.

Then a sharp sword came, pierced his shoulder, and stared at him.

The boy who made him shudder walked in front of him with casual steps and showed a creepy smile.

"Master, the night is still long and there is plenty of time."

"Let's play slowly."

"do not worry."

"Until you have suffered enough to pay for the sins you have committed."

"I will never let you die easily."

"I promise!"

Chapter 331 Collusion

If an outsider saw this scene, he would definitely think that the perpetrator was Uesugi Kiyoshi.

He had his hands behind his back, holding the Guiqi sword upside down, his eyes were ferocious, and his smile made people feel obvious malice.

And on the wall opposite him.

The monk with a hole in his chest was struggling to survive, but was pinned down by Uesugi Kiyoshi's other Onikiri.

The blood dripped down and formed a pool of blood.

The Dharma image that Master Mingkong just summoned is a bit like a Shikigami, and it is the trump card he has accumulated over the years.

Although the three statues only appeared for a minor role and died at the hands of Uesugi Kiyoshi's sword, it does not mean that they are useless.

That is what Master Mingkong has been pursuing - "the path to becoming a god."

This monk had suffered misfortunes since childhood and had a morbid fear of ghosts and gods. When this fear reached the extreme, it became an almost fanatical pursuit.

He wants to become a god.

Everything he did was to prepare for becoming a "god".

It is too difficult for mortals to develop believers and collect faith in an orderly manner.

Even if a sect really develops, the so-called path to God is not so easy to tread.

Therefore, Master Mingkong hid in the market, looking for a "shortcut".

By chance, he really found an opportunity.

He set up a formation in his lair to collect negative emotions from people and use them as nourishment to feed his evil Buddha Dharma.

It was just luck that Uesugi Kiyoshi arrived. If it had been a few months later, his Dharma image would have been much more difficult to achieve than it is now.

By then, Master Mingkong can completely kill the weak ghosts and gods and replace them - the boundary between dreams and reality has been turbulent recently, and ghosts and gods have been causing chaos everywhere. It is not difficult to find a lone one to attack.

Master Mingkong was breathing heavily, his neck was being strangled by a huge ghost hand. He glared at Uesugi Kiyoshi, wishing he could eat him alive.

The Dharma image that he had painstakingly cultivated over the past few years was destroyed in an instant. Logically speaking, even if the Dharma image was temporarily dissipated, he could condense it again.

However, when the sword energy swept over just now, he discovered to his horror that the connection between these statues and him was completely severed.

The invincible means used to deal with the extraordinary people in the Collectibles Association were wiped out with just one sword.

Beneath the anger is deep fear.

He now probably understood that his previous uneasiness about this young man was not groundless.

This was his extraordinary instinct warning him to escape quickly.

Unfortunately, he missed the chance to escape.

Uesugi Kiyoshi snorted lightly, stretched out his Ghost Cut, patted Master Mingkong's face, and his smile became even more bloodthirsty.

"I'm not a pervert who likes to torture and kill others."

"Who is behind you? Also, where does the power of the [Indestructible Golden Body of the Son of God] come from?"

"What exactly is your Buddha?"

"Just tell me what's going on, and I'll kill you right away. This will be good for everyone."

Uesugi Kiyoshi had no desire to ask any more questions and just threatened directly.

Master Mingkong glared at Shangshan Qing with hatred, and said with some disdain: "What if I don't say it?"

"Don't underestimate the perseverance of monks. I felt the approach of death when I was five years old. Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

"Just kill me, and I, the Buddha, will avenge my blood debt for you!"

Uesugi Kiyoshi looked directly into Master Mingkong's eyes, and he indeed could not see any fear of death in those eyes.

The extraordinary people are the people who are closest to madness, because the awakening of the extraordinary requires a breakthrough in mental strength. People with strong mental strength will also have a firm will, so generally the stronger the extraordinary person is, the more difficult it is to shake his mind, but at the same time, the closer he is to madness.

"I understand."

"That's fine, I'll check it myself."

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily."

"I will take you back to the association and give you a good beating."

Master Mingkong coughed a few times, spitting out a lot of blood foam, and laughed miserably: "I have a body of diamond, and I can cultivate my mind with Sanskrit words. What means do you have to torture me?"

"I have also been an ascetic for some time. I am afraid that my tolerance for pain may exceed your expectations."

Uesugi Kiyoshi smiled cruelly and shook his head.

"It's okay. If you want to be stubborn, just say it now."

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"Don't you like to have your men abuse women to gain emotions of [lust] and [despair]?"

"I am a person who values ​​fairness the most."

"If someone is nice to me, I will be nice to them too. If someone hits me, I will break his limbs."

"This principle also applies to you."

"I'll let you experience the despair and pain of those women."

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"To be honest with you, Master, I am now considered a powerful person. I can do many things that seem incredible to ordinary people."

"For example, find a few strong men whose sexual orientation is different from that of ordinary people, give them a salary they can't refuse, and then lock them up with you, the master."

"I didn't look closely just now, but now I look closely, the master is really handsome and talented."

"It should be very likable, right?"

"By the time."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Uesugi Kiyoshi waved his hand and pointed at the pairs of naked men and women in the room who had been bewitched and were still diligently seeking pleasure and making love, and his expression became one of mischief.

"I will let you, a highly respected master, enjoy the ultimate sexual happiness in the world."

"Twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, every moment of every day."

"The atrocities you instigated and inflicted on these women will all be paid back to you."

"Aren't you an indestructible golden body?"

"Even if the heart explodes, you won't die?"

"Okay, I don't want you to die."

"I want you to live."

"Live well under the love of many men!"

As he spoke some perverted words, Uesugi Kiyoshi's hideous expression was infinitely magnified in Master Mingkong's heart.

Tian Jian had a pity on him. He had lived in a temple since he was a child. Even though he fell into the abyss in the end, he was just the mastermind behind the scenes. He controlled a gang and ran this bar, casino, and brothel. He picked some poor women who would not attract attention even if they disappeared as his targets, and tortured them to death, drawing power from their resentment and lust to practice Dharma.

He did these things just by opening his mouth, and due to his extraordinary power, others would do it for him.

He has never done it himself.

As soon as he heard the words "being pampered by a man", he felt goosebumps all over his body, and even the huge pain in his chest was relieved a little.

too disgusting!

Even his extremely steadfast mental defense from practicing Buddhism could not help but waver a little.

As soon as he raised his head slightly, he felt a mirage of air wrapped around his limbs, imprisoning him tightly.

Subconsciously, she lowered her eyes and met Uesugi Qing's cold gaze.

He seemed to be saying again.

"Enjoy it."

Master Mingkong was really scared. He was not afraid of death, pain, or torture.

But this kind of "torture" was too intense and unacceptable for him.

"you"

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