Masters fight with each other and there is no room for mistakes!

Tang Fan had just taken advantage of Old Moss to concentrate on dealing with the ghost cultivator's clone, and secretly activated the human soul splitting, trying for the first time to use the soul attack method with independent consciousness.

Old Mo Si's cultivation level is stronger than Tang Fan's, and his mental power is also stronger than Tang Fan's.

But Tang Fan chose the right time. Taking advantage of the opponent's unpreparedness, his consciousness exploded instantly, suppressing his consciousness and creating a moment of blankness, which caused flaws in his physical body.

It was in this gap of less than a breath that Tang Fan caught the murderous intention.

The Eagle Wing Ax exploded with its strongest attack power, completely blocking Old Mess.

"ah!"

After Old Mess woke up, he had nowhere to retreat and could only use all his cultivation to form a layer of defense outside his body.

However, the eagle-winged ax was too powerful. Before the sharp blade could actually hit Old Messe's body, the murderous aura shattered the void.

Old Messe's defense was split open, his clothes were shattered, and the door was wide open!

"puff……"

A bloodstain appeared on Old Mesi's chest. The bloodstain stretched longer and longer, and finally exploded!

After his body split into two, it exploded again and turned into two masses of blood mist.

"Tang Fan!"

A red light flew into the air, and Old Mess escaped with only his soul left.

"Pity!"

Tang Fan felt regretful for a while. He had originally thought of taking away the opponent's soul directly.

It's a pity that Old Mess is the vice-president of the Illuminati after all, so he is still one step ahead of Tang Fan.

However, this is considered a success for Tang Fan, because his true self has not really taken action yet.

"How come a bunch of trash can't even break through his defense..."

Old Mess turned to look at his accomplices, wanting to see how the battle was going over there, but he was stunned.

I saw that his people had been divided into two groups, and they were fighting fiercely.

Under the protection of the blood body, Tang Fan was still controlling the thunder attack formation, causing the black clouds in the sky to become thinner and thinner.

The spiritual energy within the formation is unstable and is already shaking. The previously weak corner may collapse at any time.

"You are crazy! Stop it!"

Old Mo Si shouted angrily, but those people's eyes were dull and they didn't react at all. They just kept fighting desperately.

"you……"

Just as Old Mess was about to rush over, he saw a black light flying in front of his eyes. The eagle-winged ax took advantage of his distraction and struck down again. He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away.

But what was waiting for him was a big black hand. The ghost cultivator's clone had already hidden behind him, holding his soul in the palm of his hand!

Old Mo Si was careless for a moment and ended up falling into a trap.

"Are you going to run away again?"

Tang Fan finally controlled Old Mo Si's soul with the cooperation of the Eagle Wing Ax.

Old Mo Si struggled desperately, but Tang Fan used the secret method of ghost cultivation to place layers of restrictions on him, making it impossible for him to escape.

In desperation, Old Mosi roared unwillingly: "Monk Zuixin, you win, I surrender! If you don't come out, he will kill all your people!"

Tang Fan turned his head and looked into the room. Is another strong man finally going to show up?

"Haha, old Mo Si, you should give in earlier, maybe the poor monk can save your life!"

A ray of red light flew out of the room and landed steadily opposite Tang Fan.

This man was wearing a red monk's robe, his scalp was shaved and shiny, and he turned out to be a fat monk.

"Old monk, kill him for me...!"

Old Mo Si roared one last time and then lost his voice, completely wiped out of his mind by Tang Fan.

This drunken monk is not a subordinate of Old Mo Si in the Illuminati, but a strong man supported by the Lingdian in the mortal world.

Although this mission was commanded by Old Mesi, Monk Zuixin was unwilling to listen to his orders.

Old Mo Si made a bet with him in anger, claiming that he could kill Tang Fan without relying on him, but in the end he had to admit defeat...

Tang Fan put away Old Mo Si's soul, raised his head to look at the great monk opposite, and said speechlessly: "Aren't monks supposed to be compassionate and have kind thoughts? But you not only sacrificed your life for the spiritual palace, but you also came here to beat me.

Killing?"

"My skin of compassion can just disguise the evil in my heart. Besides, the evil you mentioned is the greatest good to me! Boy, let me save you, Amitabha, good is good..."

The drunken monk put his hands together and recited the sutra.

"I won't allow you to insult Amitabha!"

Tang Fan waved his hand and raised the eagle-winged ax, and was about to chop it down.

"Boy, how about we make a deal?"

"What deal?"

"I heard that there are many beautiful women around you. How about you give them to a poor monk for a few days and then I let you go?"

"If I kill you, I will be able to clean up the door for Buddhism!"

Tang Fan's woman is his opposite.

He had been blaming himself for the incident between Mo Xin and Hua Rufeng these past few days, but this great monk refused to open and lift any pot. He was really looking for death!

"boom!"

The eagle-winged ax was slashed in the air. The drunken monk looked at the sharp black light, clasped his hands and raised his head forward. A golden arhat exactly like him appeared in front of him, just like the true Buddha appeared.

"clang!"

The eagle-winged ax hit the Arhat's head, and the golden Arhat immediately collapsed, but the drunken monk was unscathed.

Tang Fan trembled in his heart, this man's cultivation level was much better than that of Old Mo Si...

"It's my turn..."

The drunken monk grinned and took three consecutive photos of the void.

"Look carefully, this is the humble monk's self-created spell, the Three Seals of the Tathagata!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The void trembled, and the air seemed to be crushed. Buddha's light burst out from it, and a huge Buddha's handprint appeared.

One, two, three...

The three Buddha handprints continued to change into six, twelve...

Overlapping one after another, with supreme intentions, they shot towards Tang Fan.

Tang Fan's hands are covered with Buddha's handprints in all directions, and each one exudes the power to save all sentient beings.

Tang Fan looked up at these densely packed handprints, and suddenly felt that these were not handprints, but statues of Buddha.

"Come, come, let me, the Buddha, take you to liberation and fly to bliss..."

They seemed to be waving to Tang Fan, sending out a melancholy sound.

Tang Fan felt his head was numb, and he felt pessimistic at this moment. He thought of many injustices in his mind, and his life became meaningless.

He really wanted to follow these mudra and leave, bid farewell to the mortal world, be liberated, and go to the paradise world to enjoy happiness.

He looked around blankly, his eyes dull, just like the enemies controlled by his talisman, completely lost...

"Old Mess, this idiot, if he had let me take action earlier, he wouldn't have been destroyed!"

The drunken monk sighed softly, his greasy face filled with pride.

He felt that winning this battle was too easy.

Although Tang Fan is strong, he is not as evil as the legend...

However, Tang Fan's body, which was about to be hit by the handprint, suddenly moved.

Purple light flashed in his eyes, and all the handprints and Buddha statues around him disappeared, except for a big handprint that hit the top of his head!

"Get away!"

Tang Fan perked up, waved his arm, and threw the eagle-winged ax in his hand.

"boom!"

The Eagle Wing Ax hit the center of the handprint. When it was bounced away, cracks appeared in the huge handprint and gradually collapsed!

"It turns out to be an illusion..."

Tang Fan breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the purple pupil divine eye, the ghost cultivator's clone would have been taken away by the other party.

"Um?"

Monk Zuixin looked in disbelief. He didn't expect that Tang Fan would not only wake up, but also quickly launch a counterattack.

"boom!"

There was another muffled sound, and under the continuous attacks of the thunder and the scattered spirit formation, the formation was finally broken open.

"I have been waiting for a strong man like you for a long time!"

Tang Fan's true form stood up, took a step forward, merged with the blood body, continued to move forward through the air, and merged with the ghost cultivator clone, finally landing in front of the drunken monk.

"Great monk, you are a good whetstone!"

As soon as Tang Fan finished speaking, he raised his arm and punched out the strongest punch he could throw at that moment.

The opponent is strong and he must go all out!

"Kill..."
Chapter completed!