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The bullet turned into a beam of silver light and flew in front of the old monk. It was blocked by a mechanical arm. The collision between the two caused a violent explosion, causing wind and waves.

It's just that there were not one such bullet, but seven, but they were all blocked one by one by the old monk's mechanical arm.

"Resign yourself to your fate and come with me. I can make you feel better." The old monk made a mechanical synthesized voice.

Su Changxing showed a cruel expression on his face and said, "Even if I die, I will never leave with you, old bald donkey."

Su Changxing's mouthful of old bald donkey also made the abbot of Queshan Temple very angry.

This can probably be considered a mental attack.

Su Changxing's body was pierced by the laser, leaving several bloody holes. He showed no intention of retreating, but his face looked relaxed.

The ancient Buddha's golden body condensed again, this time even bigger, and struck at the surrounding mechanical arms with one palm after another.

"Sadness!"

The old monk shouted loudly, and a grand golden light shone on both him and Su Changxing.

Strange illusions appeared in front of Su Changxing. First they were people, and then they turned into corpses crawling towards him. There was blood and corpses everywhere.

then.

Corpses covered in blood crawled on Su Changxing's body, more and more, until they completely covered him.

He felt a trace of panic, coming from the panic deep in his heart. These seemed to be the people he had killed. Some had a hole in their brains, some had their bodies cut off, and some died of body ulcers caused by the plague. .

He knew that this was what the old monk was doing, but he still couldn't help but fall into it. This was a mental attack, but it was not a direct mental attack, but it induced the weakness in his heart.

Human nature has weaknesses, and people have weaknesses even more.

Su Changxing's spirit surged with turbulent waves, and his whole body began to shake, as if the sky and the earth were about to collapse.

The crown-like soul ring was very stable, like a sea-fixing needle, which gradually stabilized his entire spirit.

All this happened in an instant, and his eyes regained clarity. He looked at the old monk and said, "Old bald donkey, you have lost!"

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers gently.

Immediately afterwards, the old monk's movements suddenly stopped, along with the entire sky's mechanical arm. The remaining skin on his face actually looked like it was ulcerated. "How could it be?"

There was a hint of panic on his face, but more of a puzzlement. He knew that Su Changxing could control the plague, but he was a mechanical body, so how could he be infected by the plague? This was too exaggerated.

Moreover, Su Changxing was hundreds of meters away from him during the entire journey, so how did he meet him?

That bullet!

He remembered that Su Changxing had just fired and the bullets exploded in front of him.

A dark green eye, like a poisonous snake, appeared in the sky, staring at the old monk.

Su Changxing's Buddha light suddenly disappeared, and he said calmly: "Do you feel that you are a mechanical body and cannot be infected by the plague?"

This voice was like the voice of a demon, so eloquent that the abbot of Queshan Temple could not help but feel chilled.

Soon, some green fluorescence appeared on the iron surface of the old monk's mechanical body and the mechanical arm in the sky.

At this time, the old monk realized something was wrong, but it was already too late. The paralysis effect of the plague made his movements much slower.

Su Changxing fired quickly, shattering the silver mechanical arms one by one, breaking and falling to the ground.

The original situation suddenly reversed.

The huge golden Buddha palm shot towards the old monk from the sky. The shadow completely covered him, and with the pressure of the wind, there was a violent impact.

Su Changxing's body transformed into seven, and he shot at the old monk at the same time. Four of them were blocked, and the remaining three penetrated his body, arms, chest, and abdomen.

Su Changxing didn't give him any chance to breathe. His body turned into white feathers, took out his revolver, put it against the old monk's back and fired.

The bullet had huge power and blasted a big hole in his mechanical body. There were no wires or anything like that, only dense gears.

Su Changxing was curious about what the kinetic energy of the old monk's mechanical body was. If there was kinetic energy, it should be in his body parts, but now it seems that there may not be.

At this time, the old monk's body turned 180 degrees and punched him. With unparalleled power, the ground began to shake. With the roaring impact, a large pit of more than ten meters appeared on the ground. .

But, the bell rang.

Su Changxing returned to his previous position again and dodged the blow easily.

This time, it was his turn to frown. The old monk's vitality far exceeded his expectations. He had been hit several times by him from the front, but he still seemed to be fine.

If it hadn't been for the plague that corroded it, it would be really hard to say whether it would win or lose now.

For him, the safest thing to do now is to turn around and leave, leave here through the temporary passage, and return to the original position.

However, he had no intention of letting the old monk go. Even the clay figurine was still very angry, let alone him.

The abbot of Queshan Temple realized that the plague was constantly eroding his life. If this continued, he might really die at the hands of this kid.

But he would never allow such a thing to happen.

Are you kidding? He had lived for so many years, how could he die so easily at the hands of this kid?

He covered himself with a ray of Buddha's light to suppress the plague on his body, then turned around and ran in the direction of Queshan Temple.

"Ready to run if you can't beat him? How can it be so easy?"

Su Changxing showed a sneer and unfolded three realms: dusk light, pitch-black chains, and blizzard wind.

The monk looked back and saw the light of dusk. His body was locked by dark chains. In the blizzard, the metal body was covered with a layer of frost.

His speed suddenly slowed down, and there was a look of confusion on his face, unable to understand why Su Changxing had three realms.

This field has extremely strong toughness. He broke away from it, and then formed again, constantly sticking to him, making him extremely slow.

Su Changxing shot the old monk in the back again, blasting a medium-sized hole.

However, the old monk also seized the opportunity and fired a laser, cutting off his wrist, and his palm fell to the ground with the gun.

Su Changxing's expression did not change at all. He immediately picked up the gun that fell on the ground and pulled the trigger on the old monk. The bullet was blocked from the Buddha's light and exploded, but the impact still caused him to fall to the ground.

By this time, all of his mechanical arms had been broken off by Su Changxing's shots and left on the ground in the suburbs.

Su Changxing coughed up a mouthful of blood. With a smile, he walked slowly towards the abbot of Queshan Temple, "I have many opportunities, so I have no worries. I can fight you like crazy, but you only have one chance. If you lose, It’s death!”

His Buddha's light shrouded the old monk to feed the plague in his body, causing it to break out faster.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, his mechanical body glowing with green fluorescence, as if he had accepted his fate, and began to recite the scripture silently in a low voice, "If it is born from an egg, if it is born from a womb, if it is born from moisture, if it is born by transformation; if it is born with color, if it is without Color; if there is thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, then there is no thought..."

Su Changxing walked in with a revolver in one hand and pulled the trigger against his head. With the collision of sparks and the sound of metal, his head flew out.

The metal head fell heavily to the ground, with its mouth moving, still chanting Buddhist scriptures: "...If there is color, if there is no color; if there are thoughts, if there are no thoughts, if there are no thoughts, there are no thoughts..."