"Impossible!!"

Pan San's eyes stared at the two people beside Juechen, and a chill came over him, making him feel creepy.

I'm obviously here, but where did these two people come from?

Moreover, he did not become a monk himself.

In doubt, he saw Juechen smile: "I haven't seen you for a long time, my old friend is still the same, Amitabha!" ”

"Master, you...... They...... What's going on here? ”

Pan San pointed to the two people beside Juechen, and became stammering when he spoke.

Seeing this, Juechen just smiled, his expression was more solemn and compassionate, and his hands were folded: "Amitabha, born in my heart, these two people are originally the devil and goodness in my heart, the donor sees it, reflecting your appearance, it is with my Buddha fate, when you achieve the Great Awakening Buddha body with me, the merit is immeasurable!" ”

Pan San was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened, and his head was confused by Juechen's words, but he also understood the meaning of the last sentence.

What together achieve the Buddha's body? I never said that I wanted to become a monk.

Just when Pan San realized in his heart that the dust in front of him was a little weird.

I saw Juechen take out a dagger from under his robe.

Before Pan San understood what this guy was going to do, Juechen suddenly stabbed the dagger in his hand into the heart of the evil thoughts beside him.

"Pounce!"

Suddenly, a tearing pain suddenly hit his heart, Pan San screamed, and his body suddenly fell to the ground.

"Kindness and disgust are all present in one thought, and if you cut off good and evil, there will be no more disturbances, and the six roots will be pure!"

As he spoke, Juechen slowly placed the knife in his hand on Shannian's heart.

"Shhhhh

Pan San's face suddenly turned pale, he finally understood where his uneasiness came from, he screamed, he didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and after suddenly activating his ability, he saw Pan San's figure blur in place in an instant.

With the sound of tearing and cutting in the air, the speed of Pan 3 suddenly exploded to the standard of supersonic speed.

This kind of speed has already reached the limit of the postman, and there is no one other than the senior postman who can reach such an astonishing level of speed.

The distance was less than a kilometer, and there was not even a need for a moment, and the figure of Pan San appeared behind Jue Chen in the next second.

A slender short sword with only two fingers appeared in Pan San's palm.

The horizontal sword swung and pointed directly at Juechen's throat.

However, Juechen seemed to feel something, and turned around suddenly.

The moment he turned around, Pan San almost threw out the short sword in his hand, and Jue Chen in front of him actually had a face that was the same as his own, smiling, as if he was waiting for Pan San's throat sword.

Pan San sensed that something was wrong, quickly retracted his sword momentum, and kicked at Juechen.

"Bang!"

This kick was in Juechen's abdomen, but the person who flew out was Pan San himself.

This kick was very powerful, and at least two of his ribs were broken, but Pan San felt happy and afraid.

If you can't retract your sword momentum, the consequences of slashing down with a sword ......

When I thought of my flying head under the sword, the expression on my face at that time would definitely be extraordinarily exciting.

The more Pan San thought about it, the more scared he became, and he couldn't help but shiver.

raised his head and looked at Juechen in front of him, his face was gloomy: "You are not Juechen, who are you??" ”

At this time, Pan San noticed that the original Hei Zhuo and the others around him had long since disappeared, and the white mist like a sea of clouds in the huge mountains and forests was churning and ethereal.

In the current world, there is only the 'self' who seems to be Juechen in front of him

"I am you, you are me, poor monk Pansan, I have seen Master Juechen!"

Pan San, who was standing in front of him, folded his hands and bowed to himself, Pan San was stunned, and a mirror appeared in the fog in front of him.

The self in the mirror, wearing a robe, holding a tin staff, that strange and familiar face, isn't it Juechen? ?

"I'm Juechen?? So who are you? Wrong! I'm not Juechen, I'm Pansan! ”

Pan San's eyes focused on the mirror in front of him, and found that the person in the mirror had changed his appearance again, still Juechen's face, but there was an indescribable evil aura in his scarlet eyes.

At this time, Pan San's ears only heard: "Master Juechen, you are about to attain Buddhahood, don't be fooled by the evil demon, kill this evil demon quickly." ”

Pan San looked back at himself on the side.

For a moment, my mind was buzzing, who was he??

Is it plate three? Or Juechen?

Is it that you are about to attain the right result and have the demons in your heart?

For a while, Pansan's whole person became chaotic, and under the urging sound in his ears, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Pan San slowly lifted the short sword in his hand, and in a daze, he suddenly heard someone shouting to him.

"Pan Three!"

The voice was very faint, as if it was the sound of flies flying in his ears, but the sound was so familiar that Pan Sanyi couldn't remember whose voice it was.

It's just that at the moment when Pan San subconsciously followed the sound and turned around, Yu Guang was suddenly shocked to see the shadow refracted by the short sword in his hand.

On that emaciated cheek, there were a few sparse stubbles, yellow skin, and a pair of frightened eyes staring at him.

Looking at each other, Pan San woke up violently in his mind.

What Juechen, what demons, all are fake, only yourself and the sword in your hand are the most real.

In a thought, Pan Sanwan suddenly woke up, and looked at Juechen again.

But before meeting, this self who was exactly the same as himself gradually changed back to the appearance of Juechen.

It's just that his face is no longer as merciful and solemn as before, but his facial features are distorted, and the whole person seems to have changed his face, and his protruding eyes stare at Pan San, and let out a piercing laugh:

"Little friend, the poor monk is waiting for you in the Rakshasa Hell, hahahaha......"

"Rakshasa Hell? What the hell is going on here, you ......"

Pan San couldn't finish the question, and Juechen's body in front of him swelled suddenly, his head was raised high like a deformed nest melon, and his facial features were instantly accumulated in the bulging meat ball.

"Not good!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Pan San quickly retreated, and with a huge boom that followed, Juechen's flesh was like a bomb, and it exploded to pieces.

Pan San is very fast, but no matter how fast the speed is, he is still affected by the impact of the explosion, and he is in a trance for a while, and with a burst of upside down, his body sits on the ground uncontrollably.

After a long period of effort, Pan San's consciousness gradually converged.

There was a question and shout from his companion in his ears, and Pan San gradually opened his eyelids and looked at everyone blankly.

"You guys??"

Being watched by a group of people, Pan San only felt uncomfortable up and down, and when he was about to ask, he suddenly remembered everything that had happened to him, and exclaimed: "There is something wrong with that Juechen!" ”

However, no one responded to him at this point, and everyone's expressions were extremely strange.

"Pan San, I know that you have some relationship with Master Juechen, but you don't have to be so sad, and you can mourn and change."

The one who spoke was the companion who joined the team with Pan San, and was secretly named Ah Huang by Hei Zhuo.

The other three, Ah Zi, Ah Lu, and Ah Hong, also expressed concern.

Only Hei Zhuo, Qi Liang, Tianyu, and Qiu Bailing stood aside and were silent.

Pan San looked dazed, and he didn't know what was going on at all, but he soon found out that there was a problem, and he was actually holding a human head in his arms.

And when Pan San took a closer look, he was even more shocked to find that the owner of the human head was none other than Juechen.

"This?? How so? ”

Pan San immediately stood up and threw out the head of Juechen in his arms, only to see that after the head rolled on the ground, it was facing up, and his face actually showed a peaceful and happy expression.

Hei Zhuo stood aside and carefully studied the expression on Juechen's face.

After feeling such a look and trying to show it on his face, Hei Zhuo's mind couldn't help but think of the time when he danced with the bear at the inn.

He suspected that Juechen might have had his head cut off in some kind of pleasure.

Thinking of this, Hei Zhuo couldn't help but start to make up the picture at that time.

Ignore Hei Zhuo's appearance of making up his brain on the side.

Qi Liang walked to Pan San's side and said: "You just seemed to have a demon frightened, you came here by yourself, no matter how we shouted you, it was useless, Hei Zhuo wanted to pull you, and was almost hit hard by your sword!" ”

Qi Liang simply told Pan San about the matter of Fang Cai.

Pan San realized that he had fallen into a demonic state, or that he had been affected by some kind of force, so he walked here and took off the head hanging from the branch from the tree.

And then just sit here in a daze.

And unconsciously attacks people who want to get close to themselves.

Thinking of this, Pan San's heart secretly cried out for a while.

It's because I woke up in time, otherwise whether I kill the so-called inner demon or kill Juechen, I'm afraid that the final result will be inescapable.

At this time, Pan San suddenly remembered the shout, and in retrospect, the voice seemed to be Qi Liang's voice.

"Thank you!"

Pan San clasped his hands into fists and thanked Qi Liang.

If it weren't for his shout, he might have really been carried here, capsized in the gutter.

After all, everything that happened just now is really weird.

The picture of yourself falling into the illusion is seamlessly connected to reality, which is difficult to prevent.

"But why did Juechen become like this? And who was he killed again?? ”

A series of questions came to Pan San's mind.

Of course, these questions are not only Pan San alone, but the rest of the people are also strange.

Even if Juechen is not strong, he can be beheaded in the Buddhist station, which is too incredible.

Just when everyone was confused, they saw that Hei Zhuo was still using the so-called live deduction method, imitating the subtle expression of Juechen's face, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and his eyes were waiting for the woods above everyone's heads.

After brushing away the forest leaves above his head with his hand, Hei Zhuo's body suddenly stiffened, and he saw dense heads hanging above the forest in front of him.

Without exception, all of them are Buddhist monks!