Chapter 1439: Illusion (Part 1)

The two didn't really hit hard, they just severely injured the monks. Although they lost the power to continue fighting, they would not be fatal. The two had limited internal energy, so they couldn't waste it at will, and spent less if they could.

Neither of them had any intention of re-cultivating together. Once they left the valley, it was like changing to another world. The environment was different and their state of mind was completely different.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..." Dozens of monks in red rushed out of the gate of the temple, clasping their hands together and stepping on their feet silently and swiftly, the thundering sound of the Buddha's trumpets resounded through the temple.

One after another white light and black light flickered, and the sun and the moon danced in two wheels, densely covering the two of them.

"Ding ding..." The two fists hit the sun and moon disc.

"Bang bang..." The two hit the master of the sun-moon wheel and hung it on the wall.

The walls of the huge temple are already covered with red-robed monks, stretching out neatly, it is spectacular.

The sound of the Buddha's horns of grief and anger from all the monks shook the entire Zhuanlun Temple.

They had never been humiliated like this before, and the Wuming karma was burning fiercely, wishing to kill Chu Li and Sun Mingyue at the hands of reincarnation.

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue shook their heads, Zhuanlun Temple was really strong, top masters came out one after another, they kept coming out of the temple, they were getting older and deeper.

They looked at each other, and if they went on like this, if they didn't see the old monk Lunming, they would be consumed by the monks of Zhuanlun Temple.

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

Sun Mingyue nodded slightly.

The mellow inner breath quickly operated according to the sound killing technique, and then a long howl shook the world, and the sound stopped the clouds, as if the entire surrounding of the Zhuanlun Temple was shattered, and the Zhuanlun Temple became quiet immediately, and the Sanskrit sound disappeared.

The red-clothed monks who were rushing out suddenly staggered, as if they were drunk.

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue turned into ghosts, knocked the monks outside the temple into the air, and hung the Buddhist wall of the entire Zhuanlun Temple, and there were no more people left.

All the monks in the temple also staggered like drunk, they couldn't stand this sound killing technique.

The sound killing technique activated by the mellow breath is no different from a blow from a god.

However, the monks in Zhuanlun Temple were very rare who could withstand the blow of the gods. Nine out of ten they would fall down and sit cross-legged to heal their injuries. Otherwise, the injuries would be irreversible and even life-threatening.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and there were no more red-robed monks constantly pouring out.

Chu Li smiled at Sun Mingyue: "It should be like this from the beginning."

Sun Mingyue gave him a white look.

At the beginning, there were not so many monks coming out, so it was a waste to do so, instead it would be better to just knock them down.

The monks hanging on the wall showed painful expressions, and they all began to vomit blood, and their injuries worsened.

However, when Chu Li shouted and avoided their position, he was least affected and would not die.

"Namo Amitabha..." Amidst the calm and heavy sound of the Buddha's trumpet, an old monk came out slowly and came to the two of them.

Chu Li said: "If old monk Lunming doesn't come back, Zhuanlun Temple will really be destroyed."

"The Zhuanlun Temple can't be destroyed." The old monk was thin and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. Go around all the light, people can't help but stare.

Chu Li took a closer look at the string of beads, frowned and said, "Who is the old monk?"

"The poor monk is kind." The old monk said slowly.

Chu Li said: "Shanzhi? What does that have to do with the Zhishan monk?"

Monk Shanzhi shook his head: "It's just a disciple and grandson, Zhishan was killed by you, right?"

Chu Li smiled: "This is a joke, Monk Zhishan has no grudges against me."

He would not admit to Zhishan's death, this time he came here only to avenge the sneak attack of Monk Lunming.

Monk Shanzhi took the dark Buddhist beads from his neck, moving slowly.

The Sanskrit sound suddenly sounded, and the sound of chanting came from the temple, and then the monks who were healing on the ground also chanted, and even the monks hanging on the wall moved their lips and chanted the same sutra.

This string of dark Buddhist beads immediately exuded 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 increased, and the dark prayer beads were slowly shot at the two of them.

Chu Li and Sun Mingyue were on the verge of a big enemy. The string of Buddhist beads was too powerful. 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 God punched the Buddha beads, and there was a muffled sound, and then Youyou's luster rose and spread.

The foreground of Sun Mingyue's eyes changed suddenly, and she had already returned to the Ten Absolute Lock Element Formation.

She secretly screamed that it was not good, but her mind was clear. This was plotted by Monk Shanzhi, it might be an illusion, or it might be moved by the void.

She didn't act without authorization, first looked around, looked at herself, the clothes were intact, no different from the clothes when she started, and then looked at Chu Li, the same, but the two were in the cave.

"Chu Li?" Sun Mingyue asked.

Chu Li closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "This is an illusion!"

Sun Mingyue frowned and was about to speak.

"Bang!" A palm on the back flew out and almost separated from Chu Li's palm.

A strange breath came from Chu Li's palm, and the original pure palm strength met this breath, which was immediately weakened and quickly melted, 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, but she couldn't see Monk Shanzhi. She was still in the cave and couldn't get out of the illusion.

She was extremely surprised. In terms of the strength of the soul, she was uniquely endowed with extraordinary talents. Except for Chu Li, no one could beat her, and even her master's talent was far inferior to her.

It stands to reason that this kind of illusion is the most difficult to confuse him, but now he can't break free. Could it be that the secret technique of Zhuanlun Temple is really so powerful?

"Moo..." Chu Li suddenly stopped drinking.

Sun Mingyue's eyes suddenly changed, she regained clarity, and Monk Shanzhi was slapping her chest with his palm.

"Bang!" She punched out her big bright fist, and Monk Shanzhi immediately flew backwards.

The Sanskrit singing suddenly rose, and Sun Mingyue's eyes changed again, and she returned to the cave again. A warm feeling lingered in her heart, but it made her even more annoyed, wishing to kill this good monk.

Chu Li closed his eyes, his beard and hair were fluttering, and his clothes were rattling, as if he was in a strong wind, his face was solemn and solemn, and he made a seal with one hand.

"Well!" He shouted loudly, like a bronze bell, overpowering all the monks to sing.

Sun Mingyue returned to normal again, seeing Monk Shanzhi get up and wipe the corners of his mouth, and rushed over again.

She sneered and punched again.

This monk Shanzhi was able to catch his own punch, his cultivation is really powerful, but unfortunately no matter how powerful he was, he couldn't catch this second punch.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..." A loud Buddha trumpet sounded suddenly, and a powerful palm greeted Sun Mingyue.

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

Chu Li's internal force surged over, suppressed the mighty force, stabilized her body, and all illusions disappeared. Chu Li had already pinched the dark Buddhist beads in his hands, and an old monk in red stood opposite him in the void. Lunming.