After the two rounds disappeared, Monk Zhuanhua narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were clear and pure, without a trace of emotion, as if he was completely calm, which is the profound enlightenment of Buddhism.
Chu Li frowned.
Zhuan Hua in such a state of mind must be very difficult to deal with. It is strange that this sword cannot kill him. You must know that the sword energy of the Sky-Slaying Sword not only kills the body, but also damages the soul. There is almost no reason to survive a sword in the heart, even if
It's a heavenly being.
Chu Li drew his sword again, and the sharp sword energy rose into the sky, slowly stabbing Monk Zhuan Hua.
"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Zhuanhua proclaimed the name of the Buddha, and golden light began to bloom all over his body. The golden light became brighter and brighter, just like a Buddha coming into the world.
His eyes were as calm as water, without sadness or joy, his hands formed a strange mudra, his movements were calm, and he hit the tip of the sword seemingly slowly but accurately.
"Ding..." Amidst the clear sound, the Heaven-Slaying Sword trembled slightly.
Chu Li only felt a strange force penetrate into the tip of the sword, like an awl drilling in, going against the trend and entering his body. The purity was beyond imagination.
Unfortunately, when it reached the palm position, it encountered the immortal body of the Supreme Vajra and was blocked. It struggled to get in but was blocked.
A white spot appeared on the palm of Monk Zhuan Hua. The white spot slowly expanded and grew larger, swallowing up his left hand bit by bit. Eventually, the entire left hand disappeared completely.
This white spot was the point where the Heaven-Slaying Sword was connected to him before. Although he withstood the blow of the Heaven-Slaying Sword and failed to pierce it, the power of the Heaven-Slaying Art was overbearing and murderous, and he could not restrain it.
"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Lunming also proclaimed the Buddha's name, slowly sat on the ground, and took a look at the position of his heart. It was already hollow, but no blood flowed out.
Monk Lunming formed a seal with his hands and began to chant sutras in his mouth, with a solemn appearance and a solemn appearance, preparing to ascend to the outer heaven. He knew that his wounds like this and the sharp energy coming from the wounds were too overbearing, and he could not resolve them, so he had to ascend to the heavens.
He turned to look at the Zhuanlun Temple behind him and sighed secretly. Fortunately, careful arrangements had been made before taking action. The next god must be a disciple of the Zhuanlun Temple.
Chu Li stared at Monk Zhuan Hua, watching his left hand disappear, his expression remained calm, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, as if it was not his own hand that disappeared.
He was afraid that such a person had to be on guard, not taking his own life seriously, nor taking the lives of others seriously, and he might very well use the secret technique of burning both jade and stone.
He glanced at Monk Lunming and frowned even more.
The golden light bloomed on the body of Monk Lunming, like the golden light of Monk Zhuanhua. Under the solemnity of the treasure, his eyes became calmer and calmer, and the emotions slowly disappeared, without sadness or joy.
This is obviously a great enlightenment, and the state of mind suddenly advances to a higher level, and the cultivation level also advances to a higher level.
As a god, being able to advance to the next level requires chance, luck, and wisdom. I didn't expect that Monk Lunming would be so blessed to be able to survive even when he was about to die.
After he reaches the next level, he can naturally avoid death.
Chu Li naturally did not allow such a thing to happen. He unsheathed the Heaven-Slaying Sword again and stabbed it slowly. Just when he was about to hit the target, Monk Zhuanhua suddenly appeared in front of Monk Lunming.
"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Zhuanhua proclaimed the Buddha's name in a long voice and slapped the tip of the sword with his remaining right palm.
Chu Li suddenly took a step back and suddenly disappeared.
"Boom!" With a thunderous explosion, Monk Zhuanhua disappeared completely, as if he had never appeared before. Only the deep pit on the ground and the bare surroundings showed the previous explosion.
Monk Lunming's broad red robes were fluttering, as if he were in a strong wind. His face was as calm as water, his eyes were neither sad nor happy, and he was not moved by Monk Zhuanhua's sacrifice of his life to save him.
Chu Li suddenly appeared, holding the Heaven-Slaying Sword in his hand, and said lightly: "Lun Ming, I really want to congratulate you!"
"Namo Amitabha..." Monk Lunming clasped his palms together and said: "I was wrong. I was too greedy. I failed the founder's trust. It's a sin! A sin!"
Chu Li smiled and said: "It was intentional to severely injure my master, to kill me, right?"
"Donor Chu is so smart that he can't hide anything." Monk Lun Ming said slowly: "It's a pity that after all our hard calculations, we couldn't withstand Donor Chu's sword."
Chu Li said: "Monk Lunming, are you trying to force me to drink the soup? Are there any other tricks waiting for me? Since your master of heaven and humanity is dead, what else can't be said?"
Monk Lunming possesses a treasure that can block the prying eyes of the great round mirror wisdom.
Monk Lunming sighed: "Alchemist Chu should be able to guess it."
"Chen Zhenji?" Chu Li snorted: "He originally planned to fight with you, but in the end he tricked you and made you the vanguard, right?"
After Chu Li said this, he chuckled and said, "Monk, you will also be plotted by others one day. It's really satisfying!"
"Papa!" Suddenly there were two bursts of applause. Chen Zhenji stepped out of the void, clapped his hands with an expression of admiration on his face: "As expected of Chu Li!"
Chu Li frowned and glanced behind him and said, "Since we are all here, why not come out together?"
He knew Monk Lun Ming and Chen Zhenji very well. He planned everything carefully and acted cautiously. Once he did something, he was absolutely sure. Unfortunately, he was defeated every time.
This time Chen Zhenji and Monk Lunming dared to take action. Monk Lunming did it because he had strong support for Monk Zhuanhua, and Chen Zhenji definitely had strong support.
Chen Zhenji sighed and said, "Chu Li, why do you have to seek death?"
"I will spare your Majesty every time, but I can't do it this time." Chu Li shook his head and said: "I have no problem scheming, but I can't scheming senior brother and Yinxian Mountain!"
"Haha..." Chen Zhenji smiled disapprovingly: "This is exactly what I want to say. You have escaped every time, but this time there is no chance!"
Chu Li smiled and shook his head: "A heavenly being who hides his head and dare not come out, still expects to kill me?"
"That's not necessarily the case." Chen Zhenji smiled mysteriously with a determined expression.
Chu Li frowned and drew his sword. The longevity energy obtained from the immortal grass was completely consumed, and he stabbed Chen Zhenji slowly and leisurely. The sword energy had already locked the space in advance, making him unable to move. He could only watch as he was hit by the sword.
"Ding..." Chen Zhenji suddenly took out the dagger in his sleeve and hit the Sky-Slaying Sword.
The Sky-Slaying Sword made a clear sound and trembled at the same time, like a spiritual snake nodding its head to remove the thrust of the dagger.
A dark and cold power came from the sword body.
His eyes flickered, as if he had fallen into boundless darkness, and his body seemed to be sinking, drifting around without knowing where he was.
Chu Li took a deep breath and immediately regained his clarity. The Great Sun Tathagata's Immovable Sutra echoed in his mind, dispelling a strange force that had entered his mind.
Chu Li frowned and glanced at Chen Zhenji, then put the dagger back into his sleeve and hid it, but it couldn't be hidden from Da Yuan Jingzhi's observation. At first glance, the dagger looked like a short snake, but upon closer inspection, it didn't look like it. The blade was straight and bright, not curved.
It is not evil, it is upright and upright. It is hard to believe that the evil and evil power just came from this sword.
He concluded that this dagger must be a strange object, extremely cold, extremely sinister, and capable of shaking the mind. It seems that there is no such thing in the world, and maybe it came from the heavens beyond.
The next moment, he stepped in front of Monk Lun Ming and stabbed him in the heart with a sword.
Monk Lunming looked at him deeply with calm eyes, and golden light burst out from his body. There was a loud "bang" sound, and golden light enveloped him.