Master Yihui walked to the Buddhist people with a smile. He didn't even look at the heart-wrenching monk, nor did he pay attention to the headless man. He just looked at the abbot wearing a red cassock and couldn't help but smile:

"Everyone believes in the word Buddha, so he is destined to be. You can go and don't participate in this competition. This is not a game you can join."

The abbot was still frightened, but he still said calmly: "As both Buddhists, you...you should save my disciple."

Yihui glanced at the person who was rolling on the ground with pain under her feet, and said with a smile: "Life and death have their own fate. I am not close to him, so why should I save him?"

The abbot said: "The Buddha said that you cannot save your life if you see death. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda."

Yihui smiled and said, "Although I am from Buddhism, I am not chasing a Buddha, but martial arts. You have found the wrong person. Let's go, go back. Don't stay here..."

‘Ahhhhhh!’

At this time, there were waves of terrifying screams coming from the distance.

Everyone turned around.

But I saw another beach, and it was bloody at this time. Tang Yin was like a human demon, slapping everyone on this beach with a grim smile.

Blood flows into a river!

He enjoys killing!

In a blink of an eye, dozens of people died suddenly on the spot.

The abbot and others saw Tang Yin's murderous appearance and looked at the incomplete person on the ground roaring and wailing in the pool of blood. They were so scared that they shivered.

Everyone took a deep breath in horror, and they didn't dare to look at the demon Tang Yin on the beach. After a moment of fear, if Yihui had not stood up and spoke at that time, she would probably have been wiped out!

He enjoys torture and kill!

If Master Yihui had not stood up, maybe we were the ones with broken limbs and broken arms on the beach?

The abbot said in a crying voice: "Master, Master, look... he, he is killing people again. He wants to be punished, he needs to be punished. Oh, good, good, it's simply a demon. I don't dare to take a look!"

Yihui glanced over calmly, but there was no human color in her eyes:

"It is a matter of cause and effect if you are not punished. What does it have to do with me? It is his ability to kill people. It is their ability to be killed. It is their ability to be killed."

The Buddhist people were shocked.

Why do you have such remarks?

Should you be killed if you don’t have the ability?

In fact, Yihui only said half of the words. What he meant was that he had no ability and had to come to this place, and he had to come even though he knew there was danger. Then being killed could only be said to be incompetent. This is called self-inflicted, so why bother? The rules and regulations of the Fusuo Group clearly state it, regardless of life or death. There was an agreement when registering, and participating in the competition meant giving up his life.

But there are always people who don't believe in evil...

The abbot chatted with Yihui here for ten minutes. It was not that he wanted to talk, but that he was afraid of Tang Yin. He wanted to wait until Tang Yin finished killing the person before he dared to leave, for fear that Tang Yin would come back and catch him and kill him.

Then, when leaving, the abbot said with a serious face: "Master, Buddhism is now in decline. Alas, I have to be unable to gain a reputation. I think, if you participate in the competition this time, you will play in our name."

Yihui smiled, ignored him and sat cross-legged here.

He casually drew a circle on the ground and said loudly to the surroundings:

"Those who enter this circle will die."

Then, I ignored the abbot.

"well!"

The abbot sighed and bowed and left.

Before everyone left for a while, they heard a black man carrying a rifle behind him running from a distance panting and running towards Monk Yihui.

There was a 'bang--' sound.

I saw Yihui's old monk robe stimulating. Behind him, the body suddenly exploded and died, and the rifle in his hand was also blown into iron filings and flying all over the sky.

And one of his feet happened to step into the circle...

"this!"

"No!"

"Go away, go away!"

The monks screamed in horror, and looked incredibly at the old monk entering into meditation, facing the sea, like a stone sculpture.

All this goes beyond human understanding...

They screamed and fled to the distance in a collapsed manner. At this moment, they finally understood and woke up.

This may not be where we can come.

----

A few hours later, the sun shone brightly. Five hours were left before the battle across the sea.

Mayweather, Connor and others were swimming wildly in the sea, swam desperately. In the face of fear and despair, hundreds or thousands of people swam in the sea for hours, so scared that they couldn't even feel tired.

Everyone was shocked.

Frightened and collapsed.

How could there be such a person?

Why are there such people in the world? They enjoy killing people and killing them?

What makes people desperate is that he... is actually a warrior. A murderer with martial arts skills!

Finally, everyone found a canyon in the narrow corner of Origin Island.

The waves are constantly striking in this canyon, and fortunately there are several reefs to accommodate.

‘Crazy--’

Mayweather and Connor trembled and climbed up a rock in the canyon.

They looked at each other for a while, and the two hugged each other crying.

"Life, live!"

"Living out...Living out."

"After the disaster!"

"That perverted murderous maniac is so terrifying. Fortunately, he lived out."

I dare not think about it.

I dare not recall it even though I thought about it.

They thought Jiang Foer was enough to make people feel broken. But Tang Yin came out and was simply a human demon. If they had a choice, they would rather choose to die at Jiang Foer's hands, at least to die without pain.

But if anyone falls into Tang Yin's hands, then... it's simply a matter of not seeking survival or death!

"What should I do? Oh, why haven't the competition started yet? When will we leave this ghost place..."

Connor muttered to himself with a pale face, as if he had gone crazy.

Mayweather also turned pale at this time: "Retreat the competition, I withdraw from the competition. I, I will not participate, I withdraw from the competition."

"I've also withdrawn from the competition. I... this is not a show we can participate in. We, on the same track as us, are all devils!"

"The terrifying Chinese people, they... they are all devils. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w

"Can you contact the Fusu Group and take us away? Can you take us away? Woo... I want to go home, I want to go back to Ireland. I don't want to fight anymore, I don't want to fight in my life."

"Wait. Only after the ferry competition is over will the Fusu Group pick us up. When we came, we said that there was no turning back on the boat, and everyone signed an agreement."

"When will we wait here...I'm so cold, I'm so hungry, I'm so thirsty. Where can I eat and where can I drink?"

"There are Chinese people, do you want to order it?"

"Why don't you go!"

“…”

Not long after, more and more people squatted together with Mayweather and others, each of them full of horror.

Some people were already scared and a little confused. When they came, they were like they were caught in evil, lying limply on the reef, trembling, and their eyes were not focused.

Everyone suddenly woke up at this moment.

We... shouldn't have come here.

All the arrogance and all the arrogance were all broken up here. Some were just deep fear.

"The Last Strong"

This is not a competition we can participate in!

I believed it. At this moment, everyone who had ridiculed the Fusuo Group before believed it. When the Fusuo Group was promoting it, it said that to attract the strong people from abroad, it would cost a lot of money to attract the strong people from abroad. It also advised ordinary people not to participate.

At that time, how many people around the world laughed at the naiveness of Resurrection Group?

Now believe it!

I believe it completely. The price of the letter is - escaping from death and numb scalp!

Even if he recalled it, he would tremble. Mayweather looked at the sea in a daze. It was not difficult for him to predict that from today on, he would probably dream of Tang Yin in his dreams at midnight for the rest of his life...
Chapter completed!