C272 The strength of mute slave

Madame Di and the others wanted to help, but because of the existence of the red eyes, they were unable to leave.

At this moment, the golden bell began to emit crackling sounds, as if it would collapse at any moment.

He gritted his teeth, sweat pouring down his body like rain, desperately trying to resist. But his buddhist arts were not as strong as Demonic Monk's