The soul silk was like a small stream, carrying the soul power of the monks, slowly flowing into the dark abyss.
And those monks were unaware and were still immersed in the illusion of “listening to the Tao”.
They had a calm expression on their faces, as if they were dreaming a beautiful dream.
“Actually using hypnosis to attract souls…… It’s so vicious! ”
Sesame lowered his voice, his fists clenched white. His anger was like a volcano about to erupt, which could erupt at any time.
He thought of the innocent monks, whose souls were being mercilessly deprived by the temple, and his heart was filled with grief and anger.
The golden-robed monk seemed to have sensed something, and his eyes swept over the crowd, and finally fell on Chen Ping and Hu Mazi.
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