Ghost Blade sneered, flew up, grabbed a black evil mask and put it on his face.
As soon as the mask was in his hand, it completely merged with his face, as if it was born on his face, completely concealing Ghost Blade's entire figure and breath.
With Ghost Blade taking the lead, the others also stepped forward to choose their own masks.
Almost all the monks chose the evil face. After all, each face only has one chance to change, and choosing the good face means being at the mercy of others.
"Son, how should we choose?"
Meng Wan turned to look at Xue Wuya, her eyes full of respect.
"Choose the evil side. Quickly kill two people, then capture one, and finally eliminate the prisoner before the countdown ends to pass the level perfectly."
Xue Wuya flew forward, and when he turned back, he had a black mask in his hand.
"The Holy Son is right."
Meng Wan followed closely behind and also chose a black evil face.
By the time everyone had finished choosing their masks, an incense stick of time had almost passed.
As the test officially began, Ghost Blade, who was the first to put on the mask, grinned grimly and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he appeared in front of a lone monk. In the other's frightened eyes, his ghostly hand pierced the other's heart without hesitation.
“The first one!”
Ghost Blade laughed arrogantly, his eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light under the black mask.
Killing broke out near the altar.
The monks wearing evil masks attacked the people around them frantically like hungry wolves pouncing on sheep.
Screams and curses rang out one after another, and the ground was stained red with blood.
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