Asaka Myei turned a blind eye to Mizumadun's words.

She believed Fang Cheng's words.

However, over the years, the guilt for the death of my father and brother, as well as the mother's expectations and brainwashing have long been deeply rooted in my heart, like a shackle, which cannot be untied in just one or two sentences.

Even if it wasn't her fault, if she used her life, could she really resurrect her father and brother?

It is totally worth sacrificing one to resurrect two.

The concepts that my mother instilled day and night are affecting her judgment.

When Fang Cheng saw the expression of Akagawa Minghui, he knew that the brainwashing and suppression of the Jile Cult throughout the years was obvious, but it had already loosened.

At this time, we must give up a harsh dose of medicine to force her to break the shackles in her heart and stimulate her backlog of emotions and desire to survive.

He wants to rescue Asaka Akie, but Asaka Akie also needs to save himself. If she is determined to die, it makes no sense to rescue her.

"If you already know the truth, choose to sacrifice yourself, or rather escape than leave me, then pretend I have never been here."

Fang Cheng looked straight into Asanga Minghui's eyes: "But I hope I can hear the truest voice in your heart before walking out of the door, and hear you tell me that you want to live, not the excuses imposed by others on you."

After saying that, he slowly turned around and walked towards the gate of the basketball court.

Asakusa Minghui looked at Fang Cheng's lonely departure, and her whole heart trembled.

"He's right."

Ye Yuqing's excited scream sounded in her heart: "You are just escaping! Minghui!! Don't escape anymore! Live with me!! I don't want to die either!!"

Tears had blurred Asaka Akie's eyes.

Fang Cheng's lonely back and Ye Yuqing's words were like a sharp blade, cutting through the shackles in her heart and breaking through the darkness brought to her by the Pure Land Buddhism and the mother.

The true emotions and desire to survive that had been accumulated in my heart for several years finally gushed out.

As early as Fang Cheng turned around, Mizumadun had already winked at the two believers, letting them control Asaka Minghui and not let her make a sound.

But Aka Akie's emotions were triggered only in a flash.

It's too late to control her again.

"Zhengjun!"

Chaoxiang Minghui burst into tears, and she exuded the most real emotion in her heart towards Fang Cheng's back: "Take me away!!!"

Her shouts resounded throughout the wide basketball court.

The heart that Fang Cheng had been holding was finally let go.

"Protect yourself!"

He threw a word to the Sato brothers and sisters, then turned around, rushed into the deep pit with a short distance, and jumped high.

The blood flowing from the wound on his hand condensed into a javelin, aiming at the Holy Grail above the blood pool and shooting it with all its strength.

"Bastard, you broke your oath!"

Shuimadun roared angrily, watching the situation get out of control, and is so angry that he almost loses his composure.

But there was a hint of unknown joy in the voice.

OK, this little bastard finally took the initiative to break his oath and finally no longer has to endure his broken mouth.

But why haven't it died suddenly?

When Shuimadun recalled the content of Fang Cheng's oath, he understood the difference. Fang Cheng said that cultists would break the oath and lose their lives on the spot, while he would break the oath and throw his life here today.

It's today, and it's till 12:00 tonight. It's also today. I know when it will come true.

These simple language traps can be seen at any time, but they agreed to him in a hurry.

Shuimadun only felt that he was going to spit out an old mouthful of blood. He had never been cheated like this before when he was so old.

“Exclusion!”

He used the Spiritual Art to bounce the shot javelin away again, and at the same time he raised his trembling finger to point at Fang Cheng: "Kill him!"

Fang Cheng was still in the air. Before he could land, he felt a fishy red word "danger" appear in his heart.

He twisted his body suddenly, and the next moment he was accompanied by a 'bang' sound.

The gunshots rang out and a bullet shot out from the audience.

As a cult with huge power, the Pure Land Buddhism naturally cannot have only pistols.

The gunman hiding in the dark finally found a perfect opportunity, but he couldn't resist Fang Cheng's early warning ability and avoided the key points in the air.

With a puff, he was shot on his shoulder. The bullet came from a large caliber rifle, which directly shattered his shoulder and his arms.

Fang Cheng endured the severe pain, and his other hand guided the blood sprayed from the wound, condensed into a javelin, and threw it towards the gunman's position.

The javelin turned into a red shadow, and the gunman hiding in the audience had no time to change his position, and the shot javelin penetrated his chest.

"Zhengjun!"

Seeing Fang Cheng being injured, Asa Xiang Minghui screamed and was about to rush into the blood pool.

Mizumadun glanced at her coldly, and the two cultists rushed up and grabbed her.

If it weren't for all ten saints, he really wanted to throw Akatsuki into the blood pool directly as the flesh and blood sacrifice to the gods.

Fang Cheng had just jumped over the deep pit and fell to the ground at this time, and the gunshot wound on his shoulder had recovered quickly.

He tied the slippery backpack to his waist, and then rushed towards the pool of blood.

Four believers holding the dark Bible suddenly walked out from behind the pool of blood, obviously waiting for a long time.

Unlike the cannon fodder in front, these are the backbone members brought by Shui Madun, and they have supernatural powers after being blessed by God.

It is not as good as a disciple like Reina Edo, but it is enough to cause trouble for Fang Cheng.

Seeing that they had opened their mouths and wanted to use the Spiritual Art, Fang Cheng directly condensed more than a dozen chopstick-sized thorns with his blood, clamped them between his fingers, and shot them hard.

"Exclusion!" "Exclusion!" "Exclusion!" "Exclusion!" "Exclusion!"

Suddenly, the four cultists chose to protect themselves and blocked all the spikes that were shot.

Fang Cheng made a short-distance breakthrough and rushed towards the one closest to him.

The other party quickly read: "Shu..."

"By your mother!"

Fang Cheng shouted in the same language.

This cultist was stunned by the interference and failed to use the Spiritual Art. He never expected that Fang Cheng would have such language.

Fang Cheng held the long sword condensed by blood in his hand and had crossed past him.

Take up the knife and fall, solve one.

The remaining three cultists did not expect that Fang Cheng could actually speak the divine words in the Bible.

They retreated and opened up the distance and continued to use the Spiritual Art.

Fang Cheng didn't bother to touch the corpse, and the long sword in his hand melted instantly. The front half of the blade flew forward, and the back half formed a long silk thread.

He pulled the thread and swung it violently, half of the blade drew a semicircle, and swept it out whistling.

“Exclusion!”

A cultist saw the blade flying over and used his defensive spirit technique again.

The flying blade has exceeded the range of both sides, and the thread behind the blade is hit.

The repulsive force hits the silk thread and directly bounces the silk thread away.

But the blade in front had already circled behind the three cultists with inertia, just like he used a bundle of Sato Mai just now, and swung the three of them into a circle.

When they realized it was too late, Fang Cheng grabbed the thread with both hands and pulled it hard.

With a brush, the thread cuts across the waists of the three cultists, turning them from three to six.

In a blink of an eye, all four cultists who could use the magic of spirit were killed by Fang Cheng.

"Heavy pressure!"

The majestic voice of Water Madun rang in the loudspeaker.

The backbone members and cannon fodder brought were killed and injured, and the old guy finally didn't care about cherishing his life.

Fang Cheng, who was about to rush to the blood pool to destroy the Holy Grail, suddenly felt a powerful pressure falling from his head, and directly suppressed him to the ground.

boom!

With a loud bang, the ground within five meters around also collapsed, as if an invisible giant hand pressed the palm print on the ground.

Shuimadun held the dark Bible in his hand, his gray beard was windless, and his eyes seemed to emit a faint light.

The Archbishop was extraordinary as soon as he made a move. Although the type of spiritualism was no different from other cultists, it was too powerful.

Just like the difference between wet shoes while the wind and wet shoes and three feet in the wind.

Shuimadun proved with facts that his strong energy has not been squeezed out by his young model wife.
To be continued...