"Wow"

Guangzhi spit out a mouthful of blood, and his originally strange and strange pupils seemed to have lost their aura and were a little dull.

When the mental illusion collapsed, Guangzhi's mind was also severely damaged and his breath was greatly weakened.

Guangzhi misjudged Qin Yang's strength. He thought that spiritual will was Qin Yang's shortcoming, but he didn't know that Qin Yang, who practiced human-immortal martial arts, had one of the longest weaknesses in terms of will.

Especially after the body and soul were united, Qin Yang's spirit and qi and blood were combined and had the ability to ward off all kinds of evil. After Qin Yang stayed in the cell where he was for seven days, not only did the sinister atmosphere of the dungeon disappear,

And it is full of warmth.

It's as if this is not a dungeon, but a rooftop that is exposed to the sun all day long.

All in all, Guangzhi, who attacked Qin Yang with his mental power, not only failed to control him, but actually lost everything and suffered heavy injuries himself.

"Huh, looking for death!"

Qin Yang broke free from the illusion and punched the chained demon monk.

Qin Yang did not hold back this punch. The wind of the punch made an astonishing whistling sound, roaring in the cell, and his fist hit Guangzhi's head.

This monster monk is quite weird. If Qin Yang hadn't come today, but someone else had attracted Guangzhi's attention, there would be no guarantee that he wouldn't be controlled by him if he attacked first.

So, you can't hold back.

As the wind of the fist approached, Guangzhi suddenly shrank, and his whole body shrank nearly half in the middle. His already thin body was now completely transformed into a bamboo pole.

He shook himself and broke away from the iron rope. In Guangzhi's eyes, Jingwusi's measures to prevent him from escaping were like a joke. He jumped up in the air and stood on Qin Yang's fist like a golden rooster, and his body suddenly sank.

With a force of ten thousand kilograms, he fell down like an elephant.

Qin Yang felt that there was a huge weight on his hand, but the skinny Guang Zhi was like a huge cauldron, pressing hard on Qin Yang's fist, trying to crush him alive.

However, at the next moment, the veins in Qin Yang's arm swelled and suddenly turned black, as if the entire arm was made of veins, and he just used one hand to support Guang Zhi, who weighed a thousand pounds.

"Hey!"

Qin Yang raised his arm and threw Guangzhi up. He formed a fist with both hands and struck directly in the air, "Tianlong Seal."

It is the "Tianlong Seal" again, but it is different from the "Tianlong Seal" that evolves spiritually in the spiritual fantasy. In reality, Qin Yang's fist seal is not as majestic, but when it comes to violence and domineering, it is better and more real.

The power of the mighty heavenly dragon suddenly appeared on the earth.

On the other side, Guangzhi's figure turned somersaults in the air very quickly, put his feet on the roof of the cell, and struck down with his fists.

Moo

The strong wind that sounded like the roar of an elephant struck down hard, which was exactly the "elephant drawing its fist across thousands of armies".

Up and down, four punches were exchanged, and there was only a "boom" sound. The strong wind cracked the stone wall, and the soles of the feet shattered the ground under their feet. The violent air waves blew away the iron door of the cell, and the sturdy cells were fighting on both sides.

suffered a devastating impact in the aftermath.

Also suffering such a brutal blow were Guangzhi's arms and feet. His legs below the knees were seen submerged in the stone layer of the roof. A pair of arms hung limply like snakes, and his whole body seemed to be pulled away.

It's like a bone, embedded in the roof like a soft snake.

In the competition of strength, Guangzhi, who had already suffered trauma, was completely defeated. The bones of his arms suffered crushing injuries, and the blood vessels in the flesh were completely ruptured, leaving his arms bloody.

"Dead?"

Qin Yang felt the Qi disappear from Guangzhi's body, pulled him down from above, and inspected it carefully.

The opponent not only practiced the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", but also had a lot of skill in the "Supreme Yoga Tantra", otherwise he would not have maintained such abundant fighting power in the difficult environment of the dungeon.

The monks from Dalun Temple who were born in Tantric Buddhism have always been top-notch when it comes to enduring pain and hardship. Qin Yang suspected that Guangzhi might be faking his own death using the secrets of yoga.

But after careful inspection, Qin Yang found that the other party was really dead, and even his heart was crushed by the aftermath of the power. If he was still alive, then Qin Yang could only say that he was awesome.

The final result showed that Guangzhi was indeed too dead to die.

"He's really dead..." Qin Yang touched his chin suspiciously.

"In this way, the biggest fish can be said to have slipped away. What a pity!"

"Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu", "Supreme Yoga Tantra", and even the incomplete "Spiritual Dharma of Transforming the Sky and Striking the Earth" all slipped away from my hands.

What a pity, what a pity!

Qin Yang regretfully walked out of the prison door without the iron door, and spread his hands towards Yu Shanpeng, who was hiding far away: "I was beaten to death by accident."

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"Ahhhhhh!"

In a private house not far from the Jingwusi dungeon, a big man was rolling on the floor with his head in his hands.

In his mind, a spiritual fragment slowly disintegrated, and countless memories flowed out of it and entered the big man's mind, covering his original memories.

A quarter of an hour later, the look in the big man's eyes suddenly changed, his screams stopped, and he silently got up from the ground.

"I was about to find it, but something like this happened, forcing me to use this back-up plan. It's hateful!"

There seemed to be a glint in the big man's eyes, but his burly figure was paired with a very strange temperament, making the whole man look very weird.

This is natural, because he is no longer the same person at this time.

Although the person is still the same person, because he is completely covered by another person's memory, his personality has undergone a complete transformation.

The big man at this time is him and Guangzhi.

As for whether the original Guangzhi is dead or alive, Guangzhi doesn't care at this time. Because as long as he thinks he is Guangzhi, then he is.

Guangzhi patted the dust on his body, walked to a corner of the room, gently took off a brick, and took out a blood-red sphere.

"The relics are found near Nanming Mountain in Shanyin County. It seems that the bones of Monk Jiuyuan of the Vajra Gate are buried in that area. Once the death of Lao Monk is leaked, the Dalun Temple will definitely come to investigate the truth.

Fake, we must uncover the remains of Monk Jiuyuan before they discover it, and obtain the secrets of the Vajra Gate."

Guangzhi tightly clenched the relic in his hand, reached into the wall again, and pulled out a blood-red sword.

"From today on, I will be the monk-killing thief of Tiannan Road. Guangzhi should just treat him as dead."

The new monk-killing thief stood up slowly, hiding the long sword under his robe, walked out of the house, and hurried towards the city gate.

It was just that he left in a hurry, and because he was not the real Guangzhi after all, he failed to notice that there were two beggars outside the house, pretending to beg while quietly sizing him up.

After seeing him leave, the two of them stood up in a hurry and left through another road.
Chapter completed!