Immortal Demon Emperor in the city

Chapter 311 Stop it for me!
"That... Great Master, let's not be impulsive!"

Seeing Chu Ke's posture, Wish Bukong was already stuttering in fright, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt very frightened.

Chu Ke ignored him, and the spiritual power on his body still began to rise frequently, majestic and sharp like a sword.

Then, he took a step forward, his brows were filled with ice, he raised his fist, and swung towards the door without any intention of showing mercy.

"Whoosh!"

Needless to say, the speed of Chu Ke's punching, he sent his fist to the gate almost in the blink of an eye, but at the moment when he was about to hit the gate, the two mechanism puppets suddenly moved stand up.

"Snapped!"

I saw two "monks" holding Chu Ke's arm at the same time, and the cold palms clamped it like cold iron, making it difficult for him to take half a step forward.

Seeing this, the smile on Chu Ke's face gradually disappeared, replaced by a little solemnity.

Because he could feel that the two puppets also began to emit a faint spiritual power.

It seems that "their" security system was finally activated by Chu Ke.

"The movement to break into the temple is triggered, the defense system is at the first level, and it is activated!"

The sound was loud and sharp, and it didn't come from the mouths of the two monks, but from their chests. There was only a little noise, and it seemed that it had been heard for a long time.

In other words, no one has been able to make this voice appear for a long time...

"My dear mother!"

Wishing Bukong, as an old man in the temple, how could he not know what the voice represented, and immediately ran to the bottom of the stairs in a panic, and found a place to hide.

If there was a fight, he would be the one to suffer.

Chu Ke glanced at the "two people" coldly, but did not try to break free.

It seems that so many years have passed, although this mechanism cannot be said to be intact, but the most basic function is still there.

But now is not the time to think about these things, because the two humanoid puppets have already started to make moves.

"Shh!"

They swung their sticks and attacked Chu Ke. The force on the sticks was extremely fierce, with terrifying waves, as if they were going to explode his head directly.

Chu Ke's pupils narrowed slightly, and he could feel that the weight of the stick was extraordinary, so he jumped up in one step and leaped into the air.

Seeing this, the two human puppets also followed up, leaped into the air, waved the sticks in their hands, and began to perform some kind of stick technique.

Although their appearances are carved differently, no matter their movements or moves, they are as identical as a mirror.

"Boom boom boom!"

"It's kind of interesting. This small gadget for the gatekeeper is still qualified, and it's not completely deserted."

I don't know whether Chu Ke didn't want to defeat them, or he couldn't defeat them. In short, he looked very relaxed, with a smile on his face.

Ever since, the three of them stuck together, and the battle was fierce, and no one could do anything to the other.

Wish Bukong below squatted in a corner, watching the battle of the three people in the sky, he was completely sluggish, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence, and said.

"This guy is a monster! Those two guards have been here for hundreds of years, and I have never seen anyone who can fight them for more than ten rounds."

"Pervert!"

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at the same time
Terauchi
The inside of the deceitful temple is completely different from the outside, and it can be called a place where filth is hidden.

A soaring stench filled the air. If Chu Ke smelled it, he would be very familiar with it, because this smell is in the same line as the foot odor of Wishing Bukong!
Looking down, you can see that the ground is dirty and messy, melon seed skins, packaging bags, paper scraps, and popsicle sticks are piled up on the ground.

On the only few stools, a group of old monks were sitting playing cards. The clothes worn by these old monks were almost the same as those of Wish Bukong, not to mention tattered, but they were almost the same. Zhang Baitiao, it looked like he was really enjoying himself.

In other places, some people are lazily leaning on the pillars and playing games with their mobile phones, some are watching live broadcasts, some are eating snacks, anyway, except for the things that monks should do, they have almost done the rest.

As long as it is seen by normal people, it may be difficult to accept, after all, the impact on the concept is too great.

However, there is a rather strange feature. From the appearance of these people, without exception, they are all sick old men, without any young faces, which is very strange.

Those people were playing when they were suddenly attracted by the sound of fierce fighting. They all put down the things in their hands and shot their gazes at the distant sky.

Above the sky, apart from the ten-meter-high gate covering the sky and the sun, there seemed to be an invisible barrier covering it, making it difficult for them to see the outside scenery.

But that voice actually came in and got into their ears.

"Huh? What's going on?" Someone asked with a frown.

"what is wrong?"

"who knows?"

"Is there a war outside?"

"Walk around and watch the excitement. We haven't seen any excitement here for a long time."

"..."

So, a group of old men who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal rushed to the gate in a hurry, ready to see what happened.

After pushing and shoving, the group of people finally pushed open a gap in the door, and then stuck their heads out one by one.

As a result, more than a dozen gray-faced bald heads were lined up directly from top to bottom in the seemingly small opening of the door.

They looked like they were bored, looked at Chu Ke's figure in the sky, and began to talk to each other.

"It seems to be someone from outside the temple."

"It's been a long time since anyone from outside our temple has come."

"This kid is really brave. Our temple is a fraud temple, a veteran unit in the industry! How much money does he have to hold us back?"

"..."

After discussing for a while, they seemed to be attracted by Chu Ke's battle scene, and their voices gradually died down.

After a long time, they started talking to each other again.

"Who is this young man? His skills are quite good, and he can fight the two of them for such a long time without losing the wind."

"I don't know. I haven't been outside for a long time. The ghost knows who he is."

Someone touched his chin, curled his lips and said, but before he finished speaking, his complexion suddenly changed, and his tone became hysterical.

"Hey? Who snatched my chicken leg?"

……

The others ignored him, staring at Chu Ke, wondering.

"Why do I feel that those two puppets are going to lose?"

"Impossible! That's something that has been passed down for countless years, how could you lose?"

"That's wrong. These two things have not been used for so many years, and they are definitely not the same as before!"

"It makes sense."

"..."

Just as they began to chatter, a figure appeared from behind them.

As soon as the figure appeared, the others immediately closed their mouths, looked at each other and stood up, lined up in a row, standing neatly.

The figure snorted coldly, walked out of the gate without looking at them, looked up at the sky, and immediately took a deep breath.

Seeing this, the other monks immediately plugged their ears as if they had made an agreement, their faces tensed.

And then, a sound that could shatter steel instantly spread to the sky.

"Stop me all!"

(Chapter confusion has been corrected.)
(End of this chapter)