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Su Changxing held the revolver and fired at his mechanical body one after another, blasting it into four or five pieces of different sizes, with the gears scattered on the ground.

At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the old monk's life force began to drain away rapidly.

Before that, he really didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. If anything went wrong, the result might be completely different.

In fact, no matter how cautious the old monk was, Su Changxing would not be his opponent.

But who would have thought that plague could corrode even a mechanical body?

Su Changxing spat out a mouthful of blood again. Listening to the continuous Buddhist scriptures in his ears, he felt something was wrong and covered his mouth, as if he was about to spit out something.

A bloody and rusty gear appeared in his hand.

He gasped and looked at the thing in his hand, "What is this?"

Why did this thing come out of his mouth? It looked like the gears in the old monk's body, but it was rusty.

He picked up the revolver and walked towards the old monk's head. After walking a few steps, he found that his hands and feet had become slow, as if they were rusty, and there were creaking sounds between his movements.

Sudden.

He saw a strange smile on the old monk's face, and his heart sank. Despite the awkward feeling of joint friction, he continued to walk forward, holding the revolver, and pointed at the old monk's head, "You are still arrogant!"

Boom~

As his vitality passed, the old monk's defense dropped significantly. This bullet completely penetrated his head and left a big hole.

There are still gears in the big hole, with some blood spilling out, and a small group of flesh and blood that is constantly squirming like a brain.

It's amazing.

The brain flower kept squirming and made strange sounds. The frequency and rhythm were exactly the same as the sound of the old monk reciting Buddhist scriptures just now.

Su Changxing knew that this was probably the old monk's true body, so he immediately raised his gun and fired another shot at it. With the burst of sparks, the mass of flesh and blood was completely shattered.

The old monk still did not die, but his vitality became weaker, and the chanting Buddhist scriptures were still flowing in his ears, even though his entire head had been smashed by Su Changxing.

"The ghost is still here, die!"

Su Changxing felt unusually irritable listening to this Buddhist sutra, and fired several shots at the mechanical body on the ground.

But the sound of chanting Buddhist sutras still did not disappear. It echoed in his ears. The sound was neither loud nor quiet, just enough to be heard, like murmurs in a dream.

Su Changxing gritted his teeth and realized that he was panicking for some reason. He pointed the gun at his thigh and pulled the trigger. As the blood spurted out, the severe pain finally made him calm down a little.

He looked further into the distance and saw firelight swaying in the darkness. A large number of monks ran down from Queshan Mountain, following the location of the gunshots and surrounding him.

We can't stay any longer and must leave.

Regardless of whether the old monk is dead or not, he has to leave, otherwise when those monks surround him, the situation may become more complicated.

This place is not far from Queshan Temple, and there may be a fourth-level Extraordinary hidden in Queshan Temple.

He must be careful.

Su Changxing bent down and picked up the Buddhist beads and the rag bag from the old monk, and then limped back.

The more you run.

On his body, the sound of mechanical parts colliding with each other became more obvious, and his speed also slowed down a lot.

He was sure there were gears turning in his flesh, but he didn't know in what form.

He still underestimated these fifth-level Extraordinaries. Even if he won, he would still bite off a piece of flesh from his body.

Su Changxing noticed that some abilities could not be used. The white feathers flickered, blurred, thunder, etc., and the ability to escape and escape could not be used. On the contrary, the bell brought back from the Pagoda Land could still be used.

The strength of those monks was not weak, and they soon discovered the dead abbot and Su Changxing who was limping away, and chased them this way.

Su Changxing took out a white cane from his pocket Galaxy, and his movement speed instantly became much faster. This was also a mysterious item obtained from the Land of Pagoda.

He originally thought it would not be of much use, but he did not expect that it would come in handy at this time.

[Ivory Walking Staff: B-Crown, upper level, a staff made from the bones of the flying elephant of Hainuo. It uses the power of wind to increase the holder's movement speed, 30% linear movement speed, and 10% dexterity. 】

Su Changxing ran forward, the sound of gears clashing and the chanting of Buddhist scriptures constantly echoing in his ears. Gradually, half of his body became stiff, as if it was difficult to move after a machine became rusty.

As he circled like this, his speed became slower and slower, and soon a monk carrying a stick chased him, shouting: "He is here!"

Su Changxing held the gun and pulled the trigger with his backhand, killing him neatly.

The bullet made no sound from the time it was fired until it penetrated the monk's head.

However, the monk's shout revealed his position.

Immediately afterwards.

More monks surrounded him, and an arrow shot past his ear and hit the ground.

A ray of Buddha's light penetrated his body from a distance.

Suddenly, he felt his body gradually getting heavier, his speed getting slower and slower, and finally he stopped altogether.

A golden wooden stick shot out of the darkness, pierced his chest and heart, and spurted out a large amount of blood.

Su Changxing grabbed the wooden stick on his chest with both hands, and his body remained motionless. He looked at the monks, spit out another mouthful of blood, and showed a cold smile: "If you are not afraid of death, come here!"

certainly.

There was no monk here who was afraid of him, so they rushed over one by one, holding various weapons, including sticks, swords, and muskets.

Soon, Su Changxing's body was cut into pieces, with blood and body parts all over the ground.

"This is not him!"

"He's still on the run!"

Someone noticed something was wrong. The limbs on the ground were clearly spliced ​​together from different people's limbs. They seemed to be a very sophisticated fake body.

At this moment, the limbs on the ground exploded, and the flesh and blood turned into powder, flying everywhere, on the ground, on the grass, on the trees, on their faces, hands, and feet.

"Damn it!"

They immediately chased him forward. Their abbot died at the foot of the mountain, so they would not let the murderer go.

This is no longer a matter of being backed away from someone's face, but of being ridden on one's head.

Everyone's face was full of anger and they felt humiliated. The man seemed to be teasing them in such a despicable way.

now.

Su Changxing held a walking stick and limped along the road. His speed was indeed getting slower and slower, and something like a gear was exposed from the wound on his foot.

His body was corrupted by an unknown thing, and even after such a long time, the sound of chanting scriptures still lingered in his ears.

This sound made him uncontrollably irritated, and he wanted to tear his body apart and found the source of the sound.

[Mechanical corruption: Your body has been corrupted by an inexplicable force...]

"Old bald donkey knows how to play dirty tricks. No wonder your Buddha nature is not pure."

Su Changxing couldn't help but curse.

at the same time.

He still moved forward to the departure point in an orderly manner, which was also the only way to go.

Sitting in meditation with one hand.

Following the pure Buddha light, a huge ancient Buddha appeared behind him, with eight heads and thirty-six arms. He turned and stared at the monks who followed him.