Because spiritual confrontation itself is a loss of "God". After severe damage, it is natural to kill it.

But it is precisely because it is too single that people who really don’t keep the pain in their hearts and are extremely determined will easily suffer a big loss.

This is also the reason why he was killed by the Lord of Dragon Bird Sword.

With such a precedent, An Qisheng has considered his own spiritual world more. At this time, he is not enough to outline a complete spiritual world, nor does he want to outline a place of punishment without potential like the Medieval Sky.

That's very simple. First outline a corner and see the big one from the small, so there can be a step-by-step improvement.

"This old monk's mind is indeed firm, and his spirit is rare and pure. At least it can last longer..."

An Qisheng looked at the scroll.

With his current spirit, it is natural to defeat the old monk in one go, but such simple and crude methods would have been wasted such a valuable test piece.

With the old monk's mental strength, it was enough to last for a long time.

However, An Qisheng was not in a hurry at all. What he had been a human being in his two lives was the "story" one by one.

But this is not in a hurry.

The spiritual struggle and hardening of each other is also of great benefit to one's own spirit.

Unfortunately, even if he didn't want to easily erase the spirit of the old monk, even if he did nothing in his spiritual world, his spirit would be wiped out.

If you have a physical body as your support, you can replenish your energy by pouring your energy.

The old monk who had cut off the connection between his body and spirit by him could only become weaker and weaker until it was completely wiped out.

Huh ~

On the official road shining with light, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes.

Before the official road, it was empty, where were there any teahouse guests, horses and goods?

There was only one old monk standing in the middle of the official road with his hands folded together.

Everything is an illusion.

"The spiritual duel is much more dangerous than a head-on fight."

An Qisheng slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He discovered the old monk just appeared, and at that time, he was still one mile away, and at this time, he was only ten feet away from him.

The mental showdown between the two seems to be slow, but in fact it is only a few blink of an eye.

If you really get affected by the spirit in a head-on decisive battle, you will be at the forefront of life and death.

However, his "god" is stronger than that of the old monk, and there is still three points of extra strength in the duel. Even the old monk has not been shrouded in his spiritual world and cannot hurt him.

But if he had met this old monk a few months ago when his five internal organs and meridians had not yet condensed, then it would be unknown who would have won the battle.

The old monk stood on the official road with his hands folded together, and the breeze swayed on his monk's robe, as if nothing was different.

But in his deep eye sockets, his eyes were filled with holes and lost all their colors.

"There is such a poor jurisprudence, and I have the courage to show off."

He said to himself slightly, and An Qisheng picked up the string of relics and Buddhist beads from his hand.

The monk at Zhuanghun Temple is famous for being naked, and this old monk is even more so. In addition to this string of Buddhist beads, the robes are just a little worth the money.

"What a prototype of a magic weapon, but unfortunately it's not suitable for me."

An Qisheng put away the Buddhist beads, walked past the old monk, and walked towards the distance in the breeze.

Huh ~

Behind him, a ray of fire rushes on the cassock like a snake, and then swallows the old monk.

Under the drooping light and shadow, a raging torch burned on the official road.
Chapter completed!