642: Come and hit me

The last time I saw Little Devil Buddha, I was very impressed by him, but I didn't expect to see him again this time, and the demonized Little Devil Buddha was simply malicious.

He deliberately drew everyone's attention to himself, then guided them step by step.

Making himself fall into an awkward situation.

How could he distinguish anything!

It was just that his resistance attribute was too high, so he escaped.

But who would believe that if he said it?

It's like buying ten lottery tickets and winning every time. You say you're lucky, and once or twice is fine, but winning every time, then it's not a matter of luck.

Precisely, Shen Bei was forced into this situation.

If there wasn't a way to distinguish the Faceless Man, naturally there would only be one conclusion.

Everything he said was false, and he was the Faceless Man.

The result, of course, was being attacked by the crowd.

As for being beaten to death in the end, oh, they found out they were wrong, he wasn't the Faceless Man after all?

Those present probably wouldn't shed a single crocodile tear.

Others might not be sure if Shen Bei was real or fake, but Little Devil Buddha could absolutely confirm at the first moment that the Shen Bei in front of him could not possibly be the Faceless Man.

Because Bridal Gown couldn't be faked!

Others couldn't feel Bridal Gown's uniqueness, but how could Little Devil Buddha not feel it?

The first time he saw him, he saw through the Bald Old Ancestor's true nature, so how could he not notice that Bridal Gown was still that Bridal Gown?

In other words, was the demonized Little Devil Buddha taking revenge?

"Little Devil Buddha, is it that if you're demonized, you can just tell lies? What, you poked out your own eyes last time, and now your mind's eye is blind too?" Shen Bei's words were not fast, carrying a strange flavor.

The others were slightly stunned, seeing the black cloth covering Little Devil Buddha's eyes, and one by one seemed to think of something...

"Please tell us how to distinguish the Faceless Man. This concerns our lives and deaths. As long as you are willing to speak, we will all owe you a favor." Little Devil Buddha lowered his eyes and bowed, his tone full of sincerity.

"Little Devil Buddha, you were cuter before. Now you've become completely gloomy. If you want revenge, go find Bridal Gown, why are you looking for me?" Shen Bei slowly took a step, walking towards Little Devil Buddha step by step: "I'll bring Bridal Gown over now. If you want revenge, I absolutely welcome it."

Little Devil Buddha's eyes narrowed, he clasped his hands together, and chanted a demonic incantation.

"If you can't say it, then we can only test you. Apologies for the offense!"

With a demonic incantation, two layers of dark halo appeared behind Little Devil Buddha's head, dark light burst forth from his body, Devilish Qi was dense, steaming upwards.

As Little Devil Buddha prepared to act, Blood Depletion Dao Consort let out a sharp laugh, and in her hand was an embroidery she had completed last time. With the needle and thread, she gently picked at the embroidery.

A Ku Xue Dao Soldier, shaped like a dried corpse but somehow giving off the impression of a muscular man, jumped down from the embroidery.

Corpse Qi and blood Qi intertwined, and a wailing sound, like the crying of a fierce ghost, disturbed people's minds.

Both of them had made their move...

Duan Kong hesitated for a moment, then formed a hand seal. A wooden sword hung before him, divine light emanating from it, yet without any sharpness. Instead, it gave off a strange, ethereal yet vibrant feeling.

Swords were drawn, and a battle was on the verge of breaking out.

However, everyone was suspicious of each other, and no one dared to sit back and watch the tigers fight. The Sect Master of Lantern Sect and the Grand Elder each had a soul lamp appear on their shoulders, preparing to join the battle.

Whoever wanted to reap the benefits of others' conflict was naturally the most likely to be the Faceless Man.

Let's fight first then.

First, subdue this new captain carrying the bride, confirm it, and then talk about other things.

As long as he wasn't being ganged up on, that was fine.

Shen Bei walked towards Little Devil Buddha step by step, clearly understanding the current situation.

Little Devil Buddha's words guided and coerced the crowd, and it was so easy because he had thoroughly understood everyone's minds.

No one wanted to be suspected.

So they could only go with the flow. After all, a Fellow Daoist's death is better than one's own.

If others died, what was the difference between right and wrong?

Both right and wrong were gains.

Shen Bei didn't know if everyone here was real.

Little Devil Buddha and Blood Depletion Dao Consort were probably not, as the special aura of Buddha bones demonized was hard to fake; it was a feeling imprinted in the heart.

And the disharmony between the Divine Soul and Physical Body after regaining a Physical Body was also a subtle feeling.

Among the remaining three, whether it was blood sacrifice or life-burning, both were visible to the naked eye. But if the Faceless Man was really that powerful, the possibility of disguise was not small.

Duan Kong had the greatest suspicion. He only said that no one had ever seen a substitute divine statue, and now there was no proof of death, so who could prove that what he said was true?

From an outsider's perspective, Duan Kong was even more suspicious than himself.

After all, Duan Kong was truly unscathed! He didn't have a Bridal Gown on his back!

As Shen Bei walked, his steps became faster and faster. In the end, his Physical Body strength erupted, turning into an afterimage, rushing straight towards Little Devil Buddha.

On his fists, one fist was surrounded by electric current, thunder coiled, exuding the desperate power of destruction.

"Little Devil Buddha, didn't you want to know how I escaped? Now I'll let you know!"

Shen Bei roared, simultaneously throwing a punch, thunder intertwined, and the power of solemnity, despair, and destruction erupted in a crisscross pattern.

Little Devil Buddha's expression was solemn. He clasped his hands together and bowed forward.

In an instant, divine light gathered behind him, forming a hundred-meter-tall black Buddha phantom. He launched a palm strike from the air.

The giant palm phantom condensed from divine light pushed forward from the air, emitting rumbling sounds. Hundreds of meters of land seemed to be suppressed by this palm.

And as the palm flew, its speed became faster and faster, while its size continuously condensed and shrunk.

Finally, it transformed into a human-sized palm, condensed like black jade, like black iron, lifelike, and went straight for the thunder and fire!

Just then, an unexpected change occurred.

The surging thunder suddenly disappeared.

The black jade-like palm came straight for Shen Bei's face without any obstruction!

Shen Bei stood still with an expressionless face, not dodging the black jade palm striking at his head.

As the palm was about to directly imprint on his face, his face already felt a sharp pain, and his nasal bone was even broken by the preemptive pressure...

But there was no reaction from Bridal Gown at all.

This made Shen Bei realize that his previous guess was correct; Bridal Gown only reacted to things that threatened her.

At the critical moment, Shen Bei looked at Little Devil Buddha, a strange smile appearing on his bleeding nose.

He shook his waist, forcefully twisting his body under the suppression, placing Bridal Gown in front of the black jade palm.

Little Devil Buddha's face changed drastically. He let out a low growl, and the dark Buddha, condensed from divine light behind him, suddenly became ferocious, then let out a low growl and shattered with a bang.

At the same time, the black jade palm, which was about to strike the back of Bridal Gown's head, also shattered and dissipated.

"Wah..."

Little Devil Buddha opened his mouth and spat out golden and black blood, which flew several meters away. His body was as if it had been cut into a thousand pieces, and fresh blood gushed out, turning into a cloud of blood mist that dispersed.

Little Devil Buddha staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground, his face as pale as paper, his skin covered in cracks, like a fragile piece of porcelain on the verge of shattering.

The sudden change startled the others, and they all froze in place...

No one dared to make a move rashly anymore.

Shen Bei did not resist at all, but Little Devil Buddha, at the last moment, forced himself to withdraw his hand, even at the cost of suffering a backlash...

Everyone was confused...

"This humble monk underestimated your... shamelessness." Little Devil Buddha spat out another mouthful of heart blood, his face full of bitterness, and clasped his hands together, softly chanting a demonic incantation.

"Little Devil Buddha, I'm not even resisting, why aren't you taking the opportunity to kill me? To be honest, I'm quite curious what Bridal Gown really looks like. Don't stop, come on, continue, hurry up. If I fight back, I lose." Shen Bei grinned.

He turned to look at the others.

"Now, who among you still thinks I'm the Faceless Man?"

The others remained silent. Now even a fool could see that Little Devil Buddha had long since realized that Shen Bei was not the Faceless Man.

"No one's suspicious anymore? Good. Now it's my turn to suspect you. Although Little Devil Buddha is a bit insidious, he's real. I don't tell lies; what is, is. As for the rest of you, who is real and who is fake?"