I control the world with magic

Zhou Qiong waved his hand: "It's okay. It's just a piece of cake to suppress a golden king."

He looked at Su Mu in the field and said lightly: "Su Mu, right? This time, it was indeed our Dawn Blade that was rude first, but... if you hadn't deliberately concealed your realm and refused to hand over the healing potion, it wouldn't have become like this.

You hit a little too hard, but don't worry, I'm the most reasonable person. If you..."

"You've said too much." Su Mu had an unchanging smile on his face, like a carefully carved one, giving people a sense of exquisite and weird puppets.

"Why find so many high-sounding reasons? Even if a waste stands on the moral high ground, it still can't change the fact that he is a waste."

Zhou Qiong's expression slowly became cold: "Young man, remember to give you a way out. Don't think that a wounded saint is something you can deal with."

"Self-knowledge is a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't have it."

"Looking for death!" Zhou Qiong's eyes turned cold, and just as he was about to take action, a wisp of sandalwood fragrance suddenly floated into the room.

When everyone smelled the sandalwood scent, their faces changed drastically. They seemed to be petrified and froze in place.

"The evil spirit in the temple is here again, don't move!" Chu Ying hurriedly reminded in a low voice.

Su Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. The evil spirit in the temple?

The next moment, a figure penetrated from the wall like a ghost. It was a man wearing a worn monk's robe. His skin was dark blue and dry, as if his blood had been drained.

The most striking thing was that this monk had no head!

The neck seemed to have been eaten by some monster. The head was missing. The cross section was uneven, the skin and flesh were rolled up, and the dried black blood was like a hideous spider web, spreading from the wound to the chest and condensing into a block on the monk's robe.

Where the head should have been, a burning sandalwood was inserted abruptly. The weak firelight was bright or dim in the dim room, and wisps of gray-white smoke rose and slowly diffused in the house.

The sandalwood scent that was smelled before was exactly emitted from the sandalwood on the headless monk's neck.

Zhou Qiong and others were so frightened when they saw the headless monk that their faces turned pale and they even held their breath.

The headless monk may not be able to see or hear clearly because he has no head. His only means of perceiving the outside world is the gray smoke emitted by the sandalwood.

The smoke was diffused, like a winding snake that entangled everyone, and anyone's movement would cause the smoke to fluctuate.

He walked aimlessly and soon came to Gong Cang. Gong Cang looked at the headless monk who was so close that he was almost sticking to him. He was so scared that he dared not breathe. He tightly covered the collapse in his chest, endured the pain, and did not let the blood drip.

The headless monk stared at him for a while, then changed his target, like an emperor inspecting his territory, walking around the house at will.

Everyone watched his movements nervously, praying in their hearts that he would leave quickly, and no one dared to make a sound.

"Is this the evil god in the temple?" A gentle voice broke the silence in the field.

Everyone's face changed, and they looked at Su Mu who was speaking as if they had seen a ghost.

Chu Ying, who was standing by, was very anxious, and kept signaling Su Mu to shut up with her eyes.

As Su Mu just opened his mouth, the smoke in front of him showed a slight fluctuation.

Swish!

The headless monk came to Su Mu in an instant, and the burning sandalwood was facing his eyes.

"I'm a little curious, what will happen if I pull out this incense?"

Everyone's eyes were red with anger, and the expressions on their faces were so rich that they could not be described in words, fear, anxiety, anger...

They signaled with their eyes frantically, don't pull it out!

Puff——!

Su Mu gently pulled the sandalwood out of the headless monk's neck, and a small stream of black blood came out from the place where the sandalwood was pulled out.

Immediately, the headless monk's body softened and he collapsed directly to the ground, as if he was completely dead.

"Oh? Died so easily?" Su Mu was a little surprised.

"Look at what you have done!" Zhou Qiong was furious, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to eat people.

"Do you know what you have done?!" A golden king cursed angrily: "Do you really think we are afraid of this headless monk? Do you think we can't deal with him?

We are worried about the rotten meat Buddha in the temple! You killed its monks, it will definitely take revenge! It's over, it's all over..."

His face suddenly became extremely terrified. He could scare a golden king so much that he was at a loss. You can imagine how terrifying the rotten meat Buddha is.

"Dead! Dead! I will definitely be killed by the Carrion Buddha."

Su Mu smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I won't."

The King of Gold glared at him: "Don't be so arrogant. The captain's injury was caused by the Carrion Buddha. Even the captain can't deal with it. Do you think you can do it?"

Su Mu smiled and shook his head: "You misunderstood. What I mean is that you won't live until the Carrion Buddha comes to kill you, because..."

He took a step and walked towards the King of Gold. His right hand drooped naturally. Billions of black evil spirits solidified in his palm. The terrifying black light even swallowed up the light.

"You will die now."

Shua!

A black spear condensed by evil spirits pierced the heart of the King of Gold fiercely and nailed him to the wall.

"Ah!!" The shrill scream resounded, his eyes were bloodshot, blood gushed out of his mouth, and the vitality in his body dissipated in an instant under the destruction of the evil spirit.

The screams also stopped abruptly.

Such a shocking and dumb everyone. No one expected that at such a critical moment, Su Mu actually had to shoot other people. Isn't he worried about the rotten Buddha at all?

"You look for death!" Zhou Qiong was furious, and he buckled five fingers, and the sound of current flowing in the void sounded in the moment, and he saw a flash of lightning flashing in his hands.

He waved sharply, and the blue lightning was like a sanctioned sword that sanctions all things, and splitted to Su Mu.

Su Mu raised his eyes slightly, and the naturally drooping right hand wrapped around countless black snake -like evil spirits. He waved softly, like a fly, and easily spread the blue lightning.

Zhou Qiong's pupils suddenly shrink: "You are not the king of gold! The king of gold cannot defeat my thunder, are you also the holy level?"

"What is not important, what is important is that I want to listen to you to continue to make sense now. If you can tell the truth that makes me satisfied, maybe ... I will spare you for your life." Su Mu smiled.

Zhou Qiong's face became very ugly. He stared at Su Mu: "Do you really think I can't have you? Even if you are the holy level? It's the weakest ..."

Suddenly, the sound of the collapse of the house outside, as if there were any behemoths moved in the ruins, wherever he passed, the fragile ruin wreckage quickly collapsed.

The smell of flesh and flesh was slowly scattered.

(Family people, take a day off tomorrow for one day to update [to the dead side], so stay tuned.)