White-Robed Chief

The two did not really strike hard, they just hit the monks. Although they lost their ability to continue their operations, they were not fatal. The two had limited internal strength and could not waste at will. They could spend less for less.

Neither of them had the intention to re-consolidate. Once out of the valley, it was like changing another world. The environment is different, and the mood is completely different. It is impossible to continually repair the Supreme Master Sutra and the Scripture of their own heart.

"There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south ..." Dozens of monks in red rushed out of the temple door, their hands were silent and strangely fast.

White and black lights flickered, the sun and moon flew in two rounds, and the two were densely covered.

"Ding Ding ..." The two men hit the sun and moon with their fists.

"Bang ..." The two hit the owner of the Sun Moon Wheel and hung it on the wall.

The monastic temple walls were already covered with monks in red robes, and they stretched out neatly and spectacularly.

The monk's sorrowful Buddhist trumpet sounded one after another, shaking the whole Zhuanlun Temple.

They haven't suffered such a humiliation. The anonymous industry is burning, and they can't wait to put Chu Li and Sun Mingyue under the reincarnation.

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue shook their heads, and Zhunlun Temple was really strong. Top-level experts emerged endlessly. They kept pouring out of the temple, getting older and deeper.

They looked at each other, and continued this way, fearing that if they could not see the Ming Lao Monk, they would be consumed by the monks in Zhuanlun Temple.

Chu Li turned around and said, "I want to use the technique of sound killing."

Sun Mingyue nodded gently.

The mellow inner interest quickly operated according to the technique of sound killing, and then a long howling shook the world, ringing the clouds, as if the whole Zhuanlun Temple was shattered, and the Zhuanlun Temple was quiet and the Sanskrit sound disappeared.

The monks in red who were rushing outside suddenly wobbled as if drunk.

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue turned into ghosts, flying monks outside the temple, and covering the entire Buddhist wall of the Zhuanlun Temple, which could no longer be hung.

The monks in the temple also wobbled like drunks, and they could not stand the killing.

The mellow aura of sound-killing is no different than a blow from the gods.

And the monks of Zhuanlun Temple could resist the blow from the gods. Rarely, they fell down and sat down cross-legged to heal the injuries. Otherwise, the injuries could not be recovered and even endangered their lives.

The whole world calmed down and there were no more monks in red robes that kept flowing out.

Chu Lichong laughed at Sun Mingyue: "This should be the beginning."

Sun Mingyue gave him a glance.

At the beginning, there were n’t so many monks out yet. It would be wasteful to do so instead of knocking them down.

The monks hanging on the wall showed pain and began to vomit blood, which worsened their injuries.

However, when Chu Lichang Xiaoxiao avoided their position, they were least affected and would not be killed.

"Amitabha Buddha in the south ..." An old monk stepped out slowly and came to the two of them in the sound of a steady and heavy Buddhist trumpet.

Chu Lidao said: "The old monk of Lun Ming will never return, Zhuanlun Temple is really going to die."

"The Zhuanlun Temple can't be destroyed." The old monk was thin, like a gust of wind, his face was thin, three strands under his jaw were clear, there was immortal wind and bone, and a bead the size of a baby's fist was hanging on his neck. Going to all the light around you can't help staring.

Chu Li carefully looked at the string of beads and frowned, "Where is the old monk sacred?"

"The poor monk is very good." The old monk said slowly.

Chu Lidao said: "Goodness? What's the relationship with the goodness monk?"

Good monk shook his head: "It's just a grandson, is it that you are the best of all?"

Chu Li smiled: "This is a joke, and the good monk has no grudges against me."

He would not admit the death of perfection, this time it was just revenge on the original attack of the monk Lun Ming.

The good monk took the black rosary beads from his neck and moved slowly.

The Sanskrit sounded suddenly, and the chanting came from the temple, and then the monks who healed on the ground followed the chanting, and even the monks hanging on the wall moved their lips to chant the chanting, chanting the same sutra.

This string of black Buddha beads suddenly emits a layer of gloom.

The good monk suddenly threw the beads to Chu Li and Sun Mingyue, his movements were slow and calm.

The chanting sound suddenly rose, and the black rosary slowly shot at the two.

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue are close to the enemy, and this string of beads is too strong. Although they don't know what ghost they are making, it is not a small battle.

Sun Mingyue fluttered lightly.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound of the bead in the Great Bright God Boxing, and then the faint luster rose and spread.

The foreground of Sun Mingyue's eyes suddenly changed, and he has returned to the ten absolutely locked element array.

She screamed badly and was sober-minded. This was a plot from a good monk. It might be illusion or it was moved by the void.

She did not act without permission. She looked around first to see that her clothes were intact and the clothes were the same as when she started. Then she looked at Chu Li, too, but they were inside the cave.

"Chu Li?" Sun Mingyue began.

Chu Li closed her eyes and shook her head, "This is illusion!"

Sun Mingyue frowned and was about to speak.

"Bang!" With a palm on his back, he flew out, almost separated from Chu palm.

A strange breath came from the palm of Chu Li. The original pure strength to meet this breath was immediately weakened and quickly melted, as if the snow and ice met the boiling water, and the five internal organs and six organs quickly recovered as before.

She knew that the good monk had attacked herself, but she could not see the good monk, she was still in the cave, and she couldn't escape the illusion.

She was astounded. She talked about the strength of the soul. She was gifted and talented. No one could beat herself except Chu Li. Even Master's talent was far worse than herself.

Theoretically, this illusion is the hardest to captivate yourself, but nowadays it just can't break away, can it be that the mystery of Zhuanlun Temple is so powerful?

"Well ..." Chu Li suddenly stopped drinking.

Sun Mingyue's eyes suddenly changed, and she recovered her lucidity. The good monk slaps her in the palm of her hand.

"Bang!" She punched out with a bright punch, and the good monk flew out immediately.

The singing of the Brahma suddenly rose, Sun Mingyue changed again in front of her eyes, and returned to the cave. The warm feeling lingered in her heart ~ www.readwn.com ~, but made her even more angry, anxious to kill this monk.

Chu Li closed her eyes and fluttered, her clothes screaming, such as being in a strong wind, her face was solemn and solemn, and she printed with one hand.

"Well!" He stopped drinking, like a bronze bell, and sang over the monks.

In front of Sun Mingyue's eyes, he resumed business as usual, and saw the good monk got up and wiped his lips, and rushed again.

She sneered and punched again.

This good monk can catch his own punch, and he is really good at it, but unfortunately he can't catch this second punch.

"Nanwu Amitabha ..." A huge Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and Sun Mingyue was greeted with a slamming palm.

"Bang!" Sun Mingyue felt the mighty force coming from the palm, and she couldn't help but fly out.

Chu Li's internal force came over, suppressing this mighty power, stabilized her body, all the illusions were gone, the dark rosary beads had been pinched by Chu Li, and an old monk in red was standing in the void opposite. Round Ming. (To be continued.)