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The old monk's head turned to the small pavilion, and the knees embedded in the ground slowly left the ground, and he didn't borrow his hands, let alone see his body shaking, so he quietly stood up straight, from beginning to end, his posture was extremely strange, like a ...... It's like a marionette!

Fang Fan's eyelids jumped twice, under the tempering of the Infernal Karmic Fire, his body had already reached the level that mortal iron could not be injured, but he still couldn't withstand the boiling injuries caused by the "Burning Fragment", internal and external attacks, and his body had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Fang Fan's face showed a solemn expression, he knew that with his strength, he could not fight the old monk, and with a turn of his mind, Fang Fan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "For thousands of years, the abbot is still alive, and his skills have not decreased back then, which is really surprising."

The old monk's face was instantly gloomy, and his whole body was full of murderous intent.

A fine light flashed in his eyes, Fang Fan was sure of his conjecture, and continued: "How could the legendary great monk fall here, how could he be full of anger, what cause did the abbot plant?"

The old monk's face was hideous, and the drooping chains actually floated in the rising killing intent, the old monk smiled strangely, holding a straight iron hard chain, and hit the top of Fang Fan's head indifferently.

What does Buddhism mean?

A sharp warning!

When the Dharma is written, it loses its original face, and this stick is to make the monks have no time to think, too late to express, and when the stick falls, it is the original face of the Dharma.

There are tens of thousands of monks in the glory of Mingxin Temple, the old monk does not know how many sticks have been waved, how many bags have been smashed, and the stick that comes at hand is as fast as thunder, and in the blink of an eye, it has reached the top of Fang Fan's head.

Fang Fan was shocked, he saw the old monk lifting the stick, and he also saw the old monk swinging the stick, but his eyes saw it, but the movements couldn't keep up, when the stick arrived, he didn't have time to make a move, let alone dodge, so he could only cross his arms on the top of his head and carry it with his body.

Bang!

Fang Fan's feet were deep in the soil, the yellow sand was flying, the broken left hand became a ball of sand, and the right hand was also broken!

The old monk smiled like a night owl, lifted the stick, and then fell.

The yellow sand was already wrapped around it like a living snake, and the lightning-fast stick was instantly pulled.

Fang Fan didn't care about the injury on his right arm, and said with a smile: "Can the abbot still use a blow on the head to wake up the world?"

The old monk's face suddenly became distorted, his eyes flashed with crazy flames, and with a wild roar, a thick death qi erupted from his body, sending Fang Fan Zhen flying.

The old monk followed, Fang Fan's eyes did not have the slightest panic, but flashed a little cunning, the black vortex with the size of a grain of rice turned rapidly in the pupils of his eyes, and the old monk who was speeding forward suddenly paused, as if an invisible hand grabbed his ankle, and it was difficult to take a step.

In the next second, the old monk's right hand was involuntarily raised, touching his neck, the old monk's face was full of consternation, and his right hand suddenly became a strong hook claw, as if he wanted to pull the trachea out of his neck.

"You...... You ......"

The old monk's tongue was numb, and it became difficult to speak.

Fang Fanyuan glared at him and laughed loudly: "There is only a moment when my mind is lost, this short moment is enough for me to perform illusions, not to mention ......"

Fang Fan's voice suddenly paused, and then said, "Abbot, your heart has always been chaotic, shouldn't the monks be desireless?"

The old monk's whole body suddenly bulged with green tendons, as if he was about to drill out of his body, his cloudy eyes flashed with fierce light, and a fierce aura rolled out.

"You can control me too?!"

The old monk drank violently and took a step forward with his left foot.

Fang Fan's eyebrows furrowed, the whites of his eyes were suddenly covered with bloodshots, both eyeballs were bright red as blood, and the pitch-black vortex rotated even faster.

The old monk's feet were frozen again, and the hook that had been slowly removed from his neck moved back into place, and approached his throat at a faster speed.

The old monk's eyes were fierce, the chain suddenly vibrate, the hook claw moved away violently, his right foot was raised, and he fell to the ground heavily.

Fang Fan's eyebrows tightened, two streaks of blood suddenly flowed down the corners of his eyes, and the invisible hand in the void seemed to be infused with powerful power, slamming the hook into his neck, pulling out the trachea with lightning speed!

There was no blood.

The old monk's body seemed to be the same as his body, it had become dry, how could he live without blood?

Without a trachea, the old monk can still live!

The use time of the Imperial Illusory Pupil has reached a critical point, and if you continue to use it consistently, I am afraid that the eyeballs will explode.

The old monk could still laugh, laughed twice, and a charge flashed into Fang Fan's arms, knocking Fang Fan, who was caught off guard, high, and then, the old monk's body flashed, came to the sky above Fang Fan, clasped his fists with ten fingers of both hands, and smashed down heavily towards Fang Fan's heavenly spirit cover.

With a click, blood rushed out from the top of his head, and Fang Fan's Heavenly Spirit Cover had been smashed out of a round pit, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

Shaking and shaking, Fang Fan planted himself on the ground forward, like a wine jug poured, and the hot blood wine in the jug gushed out.

A trace of contempt appeared at the corner of the old monk's mouth, and he stretched out his hand and was about to grab the back of Fang Fan's neck, but the ground shook suddenly.

The old monk was slightly surprised, Fang Fan, who was lying on the ground, lost his trace, and then, the old monk suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and a fist burning with blazing black flames was hitting his heart strongly.

The old monk bowed his head.

Fang Fan looked up.

The eyes are facing each other.

The old monk's eyes were full of incredulity.

Fang Fan's eyes were full of jade-burning madness.

The old monk snorted in disbelief: "You...... You...... You even know? ”

Fang Fan sneered: "Of course I know that your soul is hidden in this heart that has been tempered by fire, this heart is comparable to the strongest dragon crystal in the world, but it is not a dragon crystal after all."

Before the words fell, the black skin under the fist was like a wave, an epiphany bloomed, and when it disappeared again, there was only a transparent hole left in the part where the left fist hit.

The old monk's body was even more shriveled, like a dead wood that had lost its roots and fell backwards to the ground, and Fang Fan also fell backwards together, he didn't have any strange paths, but just used the mad demon body that had not been used for a long time when he was seriously injured.

In the case of serious injuries without severed limbs, restore true qi to its peak and ignore serious injuries for a minute.

Before a minute had passed, Fang Fan was paralyzed, he thought that after the old monk died, he would immediately see the third volume of the Burning Fragment, but obviously, the old monk did not reveal what he wanted.

Hidden map, once the plot is over, the BOSS will not be reborn, that is to say, "The Third Volume of the Incineration Fragment" will never come out again if it is not released, Fang Fan is busy in vain!

Just when Fang Fan was disheartened, a golden phantom suddenly appeared next to the old monk's corpse, and the phantom gradually showed a clear face, it was the dead old monk, but his face was round and full, and he was wearing a holy robe surrounded by red mist.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" (To be continued.) )