The old monk was in pain, and anyone could see this, and the word pain was already written on his face.

Smashing the old monk with a vajra feels similar to smashing a piece of eraser, or it is very similar to smashing a tire, with a certain rebound force, and it also makes my hand hurt.

"Really want to smash?" I cautiously asked, "Come on again, and you might be ......."

"Only by putting it to death can it be reborn." The old monk whispered, laughing weakly, and his voice was almost as thin as a mosquito's call: "If I don't die first...... How can it be done....... I can't kill myself....... It's not because I'm afraid...... It's because I haven't killed myself yet...... I can't help but faint first......"

At this time, He Xigong glanced at me, nodded, and motioned for me to do it.

"Old-timer......." I gritted my teeth, and when I saw the old monk's painful face, I only felt that my nose was a little sore, and my hand holding the vajra was trembling.

He Xigong opened his mouth coldly and yelled: "Smash!" ”

I raised my hand and exerted all my strength, just wanting the old monk to be freed as soon as possible, so I gritted my teeth and smashed it with the vajra again.

"Bang !!"

"Come again......."

"Bang !!"

"....... again"

"Bang !!"

I smashed dozens of times in a row, and in the end, the hand I was holding the vajra was shattered by the rebounding force, and the skin was torn open, and the blood couldn't stop flowing out.......

With a plop, I collapsed to the ground and sat down, not daring to look up at the old monk, gritting my teeth, no matter how much my cheeks jumped, I didn't dare to make a sound, and tears kept rolling in my eyes.

The old monk no longer has a human appearance, and the body that was bulging up because of the vajra spell before is also shriveled down at this moment, and his anger has been faint to the point of being inaudible.

What I didn't dare to look at the most was the old monk's head.

After being smashed by the vajra pestle more than a dozen times in a row, his head was completely deflated and deformed, and countless golden juices flowed out of those wounds, smelling like flowers.

"He's dead?" He Xigong asked me cautiously: "It seems that there is still gas!" ”

I gritted my teeth, closed my eyes, picked up the vajra, and asked He Xigong.

"Why don't you come?"

"No, no, no." He Xigong hurriedly shook his head: "I'm just a little confused, didn't he just say that it's enough to smash a hole?" Why do you want to keep smashing it? ”

"I don't know." I said, "Maybe it's not useful to smash a hole, you have to make this hole bigger, or it has another purpose, such as ........."

When I said this, I shuddered without warning, and suddenly thought of something.

If the old monk is deliberately seeking death...... He shouldn't borrow my hand to kill himself, right?

If you want to die, just cut yourself off and don't hurry up?? Why bother with me?

What's more, the current situation is very tense, and the old monk can't be allowed to mess around at all, even if he wants to die, he has to die after dealing with these things, otherwise, he would rather die in the hands of monsters than in his own hands, he will definitely think so.......

He Xigong seemed to guess what I was thinking, and looked at me in disbelief: "It won't be like this, right?" ”

"Even if that's the case, what can we do?" I smiled bitterly and said, "This is all chosen by the old-timers themselves, this is his own life, and he has the right to choose." ”

"But we ........"

Just as He Xigong was about to say something, he heard a sudden sound, and the wind suddenly blew in the temple.

The gust of wind was not loud, but it carried a warm ...... Just the right kind of temperature!

In such a cold and damp place, it is obviously not possible to blow such a warm wind.

There must be ghosts, we don't have to think about it, we can all guess that.

"On the ground!!" Chen Qiuyan suddenly shouted: "Those golden liquids are starting to move!" ”

Hearing Chen Qiuyan's words, I subconsciously lowered my head and glanced at it, only to see that the golden liquid flowing out of the old monk's body was constantly stirring.

It's like an irregular jelly, constantly wriggling on the ground, turning its body, and getting bigger and bigger.

From the size of the bowl when it first gathered into a group, in just a few seconds, it has become large enough to be a grinding plate.

Before I could figure out what was going on, He Xigong didn't react, only to see a palm made of golden liquid suddenly stretch out of the liquid, and then slammed it, clasped the stone on the edge, and slowly moved towards the "shore........

That sight reminded me of the scene of the Fallen Evil Son crawling out of a pool of blood when I summoned him.

Except for the wrong character and color, everything else ...... It's almost all the same!

After a while, a humanoid monster made of golden liquid slowly crawled out of the "water" and walked to the shore step by step.

It's like it's made of liquid...... No, it should be a person made of mud, with the most basic limbs and torsos of a living person, but the facial features are blurred, except for the two holes in the face that should be eyes, the rest of the place is sealed and sealed.

"This ...... Is this what the monk changed? He Xigong frowned, looking at this monster with some vigilance.

"I guess so......" I whispered, a little unsure.

Seeing this monster standing still suddenly felt an indescribable sense of danger in my heart.

That sense of danger was more terrifying than when I faced Gatha Sun.

But the monster's aura was far less powerful, which made me wonder.

There is no qi in its body, not even the breath that a soul should have, and its entire body is like an empty shell.

If there is no qi, no soul, then how does it move?

If a dead corpse wants to deceive a corpse, it must have qi as a driving force, but what about it? There is no qi in the body, not even the most basic and common yin and yang qi, and I can't feel even a trace of it.

Just as I looked at the monster and my eyes became more wary, a crack suddenly opened in its face, like its mouth.

"Little ....... Xiao Shen ........"

Hearing this familiar voice, I couldn't help but be stunned for two seconds, and hurriedly asked, "Are you an old-timer?!! It's you?!! ”

Its flesh was still writhing, and many golden liquids appeared on its calves like ocean waves, pushing and churning all the way up....... It didn't disappear until it was neck.

"Its physical state is unstable, as if it hasn't gotten used to this body......." He Xigong muttered, looking at this monster made of liquid, his eyes were shining: "It's amazing...... That's what he called the Broken Tile Method....... How can an out-of-body avatar transform into something like this........"

When He Xigong said these words to me, the golden monster suddenly shuddered, or rather, twitched without warning.

Before we could react, the layers of "waves" on the surface of its body stopped, and its slightly swollen body began to shrink, and the change was visible to the naked eye.

"Where's your anger??" He Xigong couldn't help but be curious, but still asked: "I feel that you are an empty shell!" Where is your gas reservoir?? ”

"Now..... Now I'm not angry...... But after a while, there will be ......."

The golden monster opened its mouth suddenly, and we were relieved to hear its answer and its familiar voice.

Especially me.

Although the old monk asked me to help him complete the tile-breaking method, to be honest, it was no different from killing him.

Even if he kills him, he has to kill him, no matter what, the death of the old monk is inseparable from me, so I will be so uncomfortable, I can't be relieved, it's because of this.

But now, at least half of it's better.

Seeing the old monk "transform" out of his body, shedding a pair of skins, and having a new one, my guilt was alleviated a lot.

"Little ...... Xiao Shen ......."

The old monk faced me, opened his mouth, and shouted at me hoarsely.

"I'm here!!" I hurriedly agreed, "How do you feel?" ”

"I'm sorry ........"

The old monk said to me in a hoarse voice, as if crying, "Breaking the tile method....... It's homicide....... We've all forgotten about it......."