As soon as Marx’s voice fell, countless disciples of the Buddhist Sect thought to seize the opportunity to escape.
However, dark chains bound them firmly, rendering them unable to move.
An evil power continuously eroded their minds, for they had long entrusted their souls to this space, as if handing over the keys to their hos to a thief.
"It seems you won’t be able to escape!" Marx chuckled, his speech laced with a hint of mockery.
The people were no longer able to speak, only able to glare at Marx with eyes full of enmity.
Yet, Marx, faced with such looks from the crowd, not only felt no displeasure but rather enjoyed it imnsely.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, if you had decided to self-destruct at the first mont I appeared, perhaps your souls could have escaped. But now, it’s too late!"
"Why do you think I’ve been talking so much? Of course, it’s to stall for ti. After all, having been sealed for so long, and with Maitreya, that bald donkey, guarding outside, of course I had to deceive you."
As Marx uttered these words with a smile, the faces of those deceived grew uglier with regret, lanting why they had beco bewitched by desire and rashly involved themselves in such a conspiracy, only to end up with a loss instead of a gain.
"Bastard, it’s all mine!" a sinister voice rang out.
The sight that followed was Juexing’s face covered in black aura. Influenced by this aura, his visage beca distorted and terrifying, his eyes glowing with a crimson light—the light of greed.
At this mont, he had been consud by the desires within his heart, transford into a Demon Head; an insatiable lust within him made him despise all around him.
Marx looked up and down at the ugly monstrosity, still maintaining his cultured deanor, and said with a smile, "Everything you have was given by , yet now you think it’s yours. How laughable."
"Give it back to , give it back to !" Juexing seed to have never heard Marx’s words, continuing to roar as he desperately lunged towards Marx, as if he wanted to devour him.
Marx just shook his head with a laugh. How many years had it been since he had seen such a Demon Head? Such pure evil was indeed rare.
In his view, the body of Juexing transford during its charge, and by the ti it was nearly upon Marx, it had completely lost any human likeness.
It had turned into a crimson flesh mass, with many human faces on it, each emitting wails of agony. The leading face, full of compassion, looked at Marx with a rciful gaze.
"I will eat you, eat you!" the fierce faces wailed.
"Amitabha Buddha," the compassionate face murmured in a low voice.
There seed to be a strange aura perating the air, triggering an instinct within, making one involuntarily feel a hunger, an urge to devour everything.
Marx observed the Demon Head, which he had never encountered before, with great interest. He had a premonition that the ergence of this Demon Head would cause great trouble for the Buddhist Sect.
He stretched out his palm, and with a gentle squeeze, the charging Demon Head halted in its tracks.
He was the Demon King, the true dominator of this space. Everything here was a manifestation of his power. Hence, this newly ford Demon Head was a creation uniquely his own, naturally unable to defy his will.
"Interesting, indeed quite interesting," said Marx as he scrutinized the Demon Head that Juexing had beco, nodding in satisfaction.
This Demon Head was more perfect than any he had ever created, albeit looking sowhat ugly, its strength was astonishingly formidable.
It was a Demon Head that could trigger the hunger in a human body, the source of gluttony, specifically targeting the strict disciplines of the Buddhist Sect.
The Demon Head roared with fury, yet under Marx’s power, it didn’t even have the strength to struggle, and soon a fearful expression appeared on a few ferocious human faces.
"That’s more like it. If you don’t behave, I might just eat you," Marx said with a smile on his face, extending his tongue to lightly lick his lips.
However, to the Demon Head, that smile seed utterly terrifying, and when Marx softly uttered the words "eat you," it was as if he saw the most horrifying existence in the world.
It seed as if a voice in its heart constantly told itself, "You will be eaten, you will be eaten."
All the human faces recoiled, except for one compassionate face that still directly faced Marx.
That was the face that once belonged to Juexing, as well as his once kindness.
"Amitabha Buddha! The sea of suffering is boundless, yet turning back is the shore!"
"Haha, could it be that extre evil can give birth to extre good?" Marx sighed, looking at the face of compassion.
The causality of the Mortal World was indeed wondrous, even Marx, revered as the Demon King, could not see it clear, but the most vicious Demon Head bore the most extre kindness of humanity, which was quite ironic.
Marx turned his head, looking at those who were already devoured by darkness, a radiant smile appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself, "It’s also ti to leave this place."
No sooner had he spoken than one after another fierce Demon Head was born within the darkness that enveloped the people of the Buddhist Sect, emitting sinister and terrifying cries that resonated ceaselessly in the space.
These Demon Heads all possessed very mysterious powers, and both their bodies and abilities far surpassed those of Marx’s previous Demon Heads.
Looking at these newly born Demon Heads, Marx showed a satisfied expression; indeed, Demon Heads transford from the Buddhist Sect were much more powerful.
From extre evil sprouts extre good, then extre good can also give rise to extre evil.
The disciples of the Buddhist Sect suppressed their evil thoughts at the bottom of their hearts and showed their good side to the world, little did they know that when they began to fall, their suppressed evil thoughts would surge even more violently.
anwhile, the incident with Marx’s Seal had already caught the attention of the people on Mount Ling, and countless dark auras burst forth from the mountain, carrying eerie powers.
A Young Novice Monk engulfed in the black aura instantly felt an indescribable sense of hunger, uncontrollable hunger made him unable to resist binge eating, completely forgetting his master’s teachings against gluttony.
But no matter how much he ate, he still felt hungry; it was a sensation that tornted the soul, driving him to the brink of madness.
Having consud all the edible food, even though his stomach was swollen beyond belief, he still couldn’t shake off that deep-seated hunger.
In the end, the Young Novice Monk died from overeating, his eyes wide open, still flickering with hunger.
"What’s going on here?" The people around had been frightened into a daze by this sudden event.
This was Mount Ling, the holy land of the Buddhist Sect, how could such a dreadful thing happen here? The visage of the Young Novice Monk’s death was reflected in the eyes of everyone, sending a chill deep into their bones.
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