v3 Chapter 72： defeat

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

It's just that there were seven such bullets instead of one, but they were all blocked by the old monk's mechanical arm one by one.

"Accept your fate, take the initiative to follow me, I can make you feel better." The old monk made a mechanically synthesized voice.

Su Changxing showed a ruthless expression on his face, and said, "Even if I die, it is absolutely impossible for me to go with you, old bald donkey."

Su Changxing bit an old bald donkey, which also annoyed the abbot of Queshan Temple very much.

This is probably a kind of mental attack.

Su Changxing's body was pierced by the laser, leaving several blood holes. He didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, but his face looked relaxed.

The golden body of the ancient Buddha condensed again, this time it was even bigger, and it bombarded the surrounding mechanical arms palm by palm.

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"Abusive sincerity!"

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

Strange illusions appeared in front of Su Changxing. They were people first, and then corpses crawled towards him, with blood everywhere and corpses everywhere.

then.

One after another, **** corpses crawled over Su Changxing's body, more and more until they completely covered him.

He felt a trace of panic, which came from the depths of his heart. These people seemed to be killed by him. Some had a hole in their brains, some had their bodies cut off, and some died of 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 induced the weakness in his heart.

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

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

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

All this happened in an instant, his eyes became clear again, he looked at the old monk and said: "Old bald donkey, you have already lost!"

He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Immediately afterwards, with the mechanical arm of the entire sky, the old monk's movements suddenly stopped, and the little remaining skin on his face appeared to be festering, "Why?"

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

And Su Changxing was hundreds of meters away from him the whole time, how did he meet him?

That bullet!

He remembered that Su Changxing shot just now, and the bullet exploded in front of him.

A dark green one appeared in the sky like the eyes of a poisonous snake, staring at the old monk firmly.

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

This voice was like the voice of a demon, and the abbot of Queshan Temple couldn't help but feel chills when he spoke eloquently.

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

It was only at this time that the old monk realized that something was wrong, but it was too late. The paralyzing effect of the plague made his movements much slower.

Su Changxing shot quickly, smashing the silver mechanical arms one by one, breaking them, and falling to the ground.

The original situation suddenly reversed.

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

Su Changxing's body turned into seven, and shot at the old monk at the same time, four were blocked, and the remaining three pierced his body, arms, chest, and abdomen.

Su Changxing didn't give him the slightest chance to breathe. His body turned into white feathers, took out his revolver, and shot at the old monk's back.

The bullet carried a huge force, and blasted a big hole out of his mechanical body. There were no wires or anything like that, only dense gears.

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

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

Only, the bell rang.

Su Changxing returned to his previous position again, dodging the blow lightly.

This time, it was his turn to frown. The vitality of the old monk far exceeded his expectations. He was hit in the front several times by him, but he still seemed to be a normal person.

If it hadn't been for the plague to corrode it, it would be really hard to say the outcome now.

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

However, he didn't intend to let the old monk go, even a clay figurine would be 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 absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen.

What a joke, he has 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 and ran towards Queshan Temple.

"Get ready to run if you can't beat it? How can there be such an easy thing."

Su Changxing showed a sneer, and unfolded three domains, the light of dusk, the dark chains, and the blizzard's gust.

The monk looked back to see the light of dusk, his body was locked by pitch-black chains, and in the blizzard, the metal body was covered with a layer of frost.

His speed suddenly slowed down, with a puzzled look on his face, he couldn't understand why Su Changxing had three domains~www.novelhall.com~ This domain has extremely strong resilience, he broke free, and then formed again, Keep sticking to him, making him extremely slow.

Su Changxing shot the old monk in the back again, blasting a hole of not too big or too small.

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

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

At this time, all his mechanical arms were broken by Su Changxing's shots, and they were left on the ground in the suburbs.

Su Changxing coughed up a mouthful of blood, and with a smile, he walked slowly towards the abbot of Queshan Temple, "I have many chances, so I have no worries, and I can fight you like crazy, but you only have one chance, lose It's death!"

His Buddha light enveloped the old monk to feed the plague on his body, causing it to break out faster.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the ground, the mechanical body glowed with green fluorescence, as if he had accepted his fate, and began to recite the scriptures silently in a low voice, "If born from eggs, born from wombs, born from dampness, born from transformation; if colored, if not form; if there is thought, if there is no thought, if there is no thought, then there is no thought..."

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

The metal head fell heavily to the ground, its mouth was moving, and it was still chanting Buddhist scriptures: "...If there is form, if there is no form; if there is thought, if there is no thought, if it is not there, it is not no thought..."