While the two sides were locked in a stalemate, the old monk's golden body was gradually eroded by corpse energy, fading and dulling. The "worms" he had previously suppressed resurfaced and continued to gnaw at his heart, distracting him.

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The old monk was not as good as Master Wan and had no power to deal with the heartworm. He could only "watch" the insect eat away his heart.

Master Wan usually looks very slow, even a little honest and cute, but when fighting with others, he is not slow at all. He immediately noticed the old monk's problem and continued to increase his efforts, not giving the old monk any chance to breathe.

The old monk wanted to sneak attack Qi Xuansu, but in the end he was defeated by this idea of ​​sneak attack.

Under such internal and external attacks, the old monk finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Only a scream was heard, and accompanied by an earth-shattering noise, Master Wan's two giant palms finally came together.

Blood seeped out from between the palms and fell into the mouths parasitic on the skin surface.

These mouths drank the Buddha's blood and no longer cried out in pain, but instead started laughing.

I saw Master Wan sitting cross-legged between heaven and earth, with his palms clasped together, resembling a Buddha, and the corpses around him seemed to have become a Buddhist corpse forest.

What a ghost Buddha.
Chapter completed!