But it recovered quickly.

The old monk finally appeared in front of him.

"Is there any last words?"

His eyes were compassionate, but the Shura style was considered provocative by Mr. Zixiao.

"Bald donkey, die!"

When Zixiaojun roared, Qin Kun suddenly felt something was wrong.

Mirage World Fighting...

"Wait, stop!"

Qin Kun said, taking one step forward, but the old monk took one step ahead of him, and pointed it at the middle of Zixiao Jun's eyebrows.

"Amitabha, donor, it's too late."

At this moment, Zixiao Jun felt the ethereality of the world.

Everything is gone.

Confucianism adheres to the middle, Taoism adheres to the middle, and Buddhism adheres to emptiness.

Zixiaojun, a Taoist priest at the guard center, felt that nothing was gone.

Qin Kun quietly watched the mirage world breaking.

The old monk smiled slightly: "Amitabha, I won."

The scenery returned to its original state and became a Ten-mile Pavilion outside the city.

Qin Kun looked at Zi Xiaojun beside him, but he could no longer feel his spiritual power, nor his vitality, but he could not feel his death.

A very strange state!

"You win, I will follow what you said and let you go out from here. Now restore him." Qin Kun said.

The old monk suddenly burst into laughter: "Don't you understand yet? Why would someone who seized his physique in the six mysteries go out alive? He is the scapegoat I chose! Haha, this is the method I know!"

Qin Kun suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The old monk smiled very compassionately: "What do you think the three thousand evil worlds are? They are the six-sense Buddhas created by the poor monk! Now I have poured all the distracting thoughts of the six-sense and six consciousnesses of his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, mind, and all the distracting thoughts of him and all the distracting thoughts of me, so to a certain extent... he is me!"

The old monk said at the end, whispering in his ears, but he became even more arrogant.

Qin Kun suddenly stretched out his hand and pinched the old monk's neck, but the old monk's body slowly transformed.

He smiled and watched Qin Kun's hand pass through his neck: "There will be no future, donor."

A breeze blows gently outside the pavilion.

Qin Kun's whole body and heart were cold.

Four followers were lying on the ground, and a Taoist priest who had transformed into nothing was sitting next to him.

Qin Kun suddenly became furious. For some reason, his right arm instantly turned into countless crystal silk threads and grabbed it into the void.

His expression was extremely evil, as if he was out of control after being provoked.

This is not looking for a scapegoat, but calculating yourself!

The old monk must have an opponent who can hold on to three thousand evil worlds in this move, so he was on Zixiaojun from the beginning, so he was plotting from beginning to end! His purpose was to prevent Qin Kun from taking action. He was really obsessed with his words!

Qin Kun pulled out his arm from the void, and his five fingers embedded the back of an old monk's head, and directly took it in front of his face.

Qin Kun and the old monk stared at each other with bloody eyes, shouting: "Now restore him to my original state, otherwise you can also bury him with him!"

The wave of air hit the old monk's face, and the old monk's face was ashen.
Chapter completed!