The two of them didn't really hit hard, they just severely injured the monks. Although they lost the power to continue to attack, it was not fatal. The two people's internal power was limited and they couldn't waste it at will. Spend as little as possible.
Neither of them wanted to practice together again. Once they left the valley, it was like changing to another world. The environment was different and their moods were completely different. It was impossible for them to practice the Supreme Vajra Sutra together again, and they would not be able to pass the test in their own hearts.
"Namo Amitabha..." Dozens of red-clothed monks poured out of the temple gate, hands clasped together and feet silent and strangely fast, and the loud sound of the Buddha's trumpet resounded throughout the Zhuanlun Temple.
White and black lights flashed one after another, and the sun and moon flew around, densely covering the two people.
"Ding ding..." The two fists hit the sun and moon wheel.
"Bang bang..." The two hit the owner of the sun and moon wheel and hung it on the wall.
The walls of the huge temple are already covered with red-robed monks, stretching out neatly and spectacularly.
The sad and angry chants of the Buddha from the monks came and went, shaking the entire Zhuanlun Temple.
They have never experienced such humiliation, and the nameless karma is burning like a fire, and they want to kill Chu Li and Sun Mingyue under the palm of reincarnation.
Chu Li and Sun Mingyue shook their heads. Zhuanlun Temple was indeed very powerful. Top masters were emerging one after another. They kept pouring out of the temple. They were getting older and their cultivation levels were getting deeper and deeper.
They looked at each other, and if they continued like this, they might not be able to see the old monk Lun Ming, and their mellow aura would be consumed by the monks of Zhuan Lun Temple.
Chu Li turned around and said, "I want to use the sound killing technique."
Sun Mingyue nodded lightly.
The mellow inner breath quickly moved according to the sound killing technique, and then a long roar shook the heaven and earth, and the sound stopped the moving clouds, as if the entire surroundings of the Zhuanlun Temple were shattered. Suddenly the Zhuanlun Temple became quiet, and the Sanskrit sound disappeared.
The monks in red clothes who were pouring out suddenly staggered, as if they were drunk.
Chu Li and Sun Mingyue turned into ghosts and knocked away the monks outside the temple. They covered the entire Buddhist wall of Zhuanlun Temple with no room for anyone.
The monks in the temple were also staggering as if they were drunk, unable to withstand this sound-killing technique.
The sound killing technique activated by the mellow breath is no different than a strike from the gods.
It is very rare for the monks in Zhuanlun Temple to be able to withstand the attack of the god. Nine out of ten of them will fall down and have to sit down cross-legged to heal their injuries. Otherwise, the injuries will be serious and irreversible, or even life-threatening.
The whole world suddenly became quiet, and there were no more red-robed monks swarming out.
Chu Li smiled at Sun Mingyue and said, "That's how it should be from the beginning."
Sun Mingyue rolled her eyes at him.
At the beginning, there were not so many monks coming out, so it would be a waste to do so. It would be better to knock them down directly.
The monks hanging on the wall showed signs of pain, began to vomit blood, and their injuries worsened.
However, Chu Li avoided their position while shouting, so he was least affected and would not lose his life.
"Namo Amitabha..." Amidst the deep and steady sound of the Buddha's trumpet, an old monk slowly walked out and came to the two of them.
Chu Li said: "If old monk Lun Ming doesn't come back, Zhuan Lun Temple will really be destroyed."
"Zhuanlun Temple cannot be destroyed." The old monk was as skinny as if a gust of wind could knock him down. He had a thin face and three strands of clear beard under his chin, and had the aura of immortality. Around his neck was a Buddhist bead the size of a baby's fist. Remove all light from around you and make people stare.
Chu Li took a closer look at the string of Buddhist beads and frowned: "Who is this old monk?"
"The poor monk is so good." The old monk said slowly.
Chu Li said: "Summit? What does that have to do with the Supreme Monk?"
Monk Shanzhi shook his head: "I'm just a disciple. Was Shanzhi harmed by you?"
Chu Li smiled: "This is a joke. The most good monk has no grudges against me."
He would not admit the death of Zhishan. This time he came just to retaliate against Monk Lunming for his sneak attack.
Monk Shanzhi took off the dark Buddhist beads from his neck, moving slowly.
Sanskrit sounds suddenly sounded, and chanting came from the temple. Immediately, the monks who were healing on the ground also chanted sutras, and even the monks hanging on the wall moved their lips and followed the chanting, reciting the same Buddhist sutra.
This string of dark Buddhist beads suddenly emitted a layer of faint brilliance.
Monk Shanzhi suddenly threw the beads at Chu Li and Sun Mingyue, his movements were slow and calm.
The sound of chanting suddenly rose loudly, and the dark Buddhist beads slowly shot towards the two of them.
Chu Li and Sun Mingyue felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. The momentum of this string of Buddhist beads was too strong. Although they didn't know what they were up to, it was by no means a small force.
Sun Mingyue punched lightly.
"Bang!" The Great Light Divine Fist hit the Buddha bead, and there was a muffled sound, and then the faint luster rose and spread.
The scene in front of Sun Mingyue suddenly changed, and she had returned to the Ten Ultimate Locking Formation.
She secretly screamed that something was wrong and her mind was clear. This was a plot by the good monk. It might be an illusion or she might have been moved by the void.
She did not act without permission. She first looked around and looked at herself. Her clothes were intact and the same as when she made the move. She then looked at Chu Li and the same was true, but the two of them were in a cave.
"Chu Li?" Sun Mingyue said.
Chu Li closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "This is an illusion!"
Sun Mingyue frowned and was about to speak.
"Bang!" He was slapped on the back and flew out immediately, almost separating from Chu Li's palm.
A strange aura came from Chu Li's palm. When the pure palm power met this aura, it was immediately weakened and melted quickly. It was like ice and snow meeting boiling water, and the internal organs quickly returned to their original state.
She knew that Monk Shanzhi had attacked her secretly, but she could not see Monk Shanzhi. He was still in the cave and could not escape from the illusion.
She was extremely surprised. In terms of the strength of the soul, she was unique and gifted. No one except Chu Li could beat her, and even her master's talent was far inferior to hers.
Logically speaking, this kind of illusion is the most difficult to charm oneself, but now I can't break free. Is it possible that the secret technique of Zhuanlun Temple is really so powerful
"Moo..." Chu Li suddenly shouted.
Sun Mingyue's eyes suddenly changed and she regained clarity. Monk Shanzhi slapped her chest with his palm.
"Bang!" She punched out the Great Light Divine Fist, and Monk Shanzhi immediately flew backwards.
The sound of Sanskrit singing suddenly increased, and Sun Mingyue's eyes changed again, and she returned to the cave. The warm feeling lingered in her heart, but it made her more and more angry, and she wanted to kill this kind monk.
Chu Li closed his eyes, his beard and hair were fluttering, his clothes were rustling, as if he was in a strong wind, his face was solemn and solemn, and he made a seal with one hand.
"Yeah!" He shouted loudly, like a big bell, overpowering the monks singing Sanskrit.
Sun Mingyue's eyes returned to normal again, and she saw Monk Shanzhi stand up, wipe the corners of his mouth, and rush towards him again.
She sneered and punched again.
This Shanzhi monk was able to catch his own punch, and his cultivation was really impressive. Unfortunately, no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't catch the second punch.
"Namo Amitabha..." A majestic Buddha's trumpet suddenly sounded, and a palm force that covered the sky and the earth greeted Sun Mingyue.
"Bang!" Sun Mingyue felt a huge force coming from her palm, and her body couldn't help but fly out.
Chu Li's internal energy surged over, suppressing the mighty force and stabilizing her body. All illusions disappeared. The dark Buddha bead was already held in Chu Li's hand. Opposite the void stood an old monk in red. Wheel Ming. (To be continued.)