White-Robed Chief

The silence and the face of the nine monks changed greatly.

They have already performed mystery, and the secret method of Da Ci'en Temple forcibly summoned Chu Li. As long as Chu Li can reach a complete state and meet the conditions for ascension, they can directly fly up, without having to enter through the gate of heaven.

They expected that the Tianmen side must have been manipulated by the demons, and once they entered, they would fall into their siege and be victimized by them.

But I never imagined that this place was also manipulated, and as soon as it came out, it was attacked by the Thunder.

There is no thunder from the ascension. This world does not forbid the people from the lower world to rise, but there is a hint of encouragement. Unfortunately, the people from the lower world are not upset, and almost no one can come up, and the calling is useless.

"Booming ..." The thunder kept falling, and a huge silver snake plummeted from the sky, trying to devour Chu Li.

Chu Li stood in the void, bearing more and more intensive thunder, seeing their hearts anxious but helpless.

Seeing Chu Li's reappearance, Song Jing was overjoyed, but she did not expect Chu Li to be in trouble immediately, and it was a huge trouble. The power of the Thunder was different from the forces next to it, and it was the most overbearing.

Chu Li was bombarded by so many thunder, it will likely be reduced to ashes, and even relics will not be able to stay.

She thought it was strange here. Chu Li died in front of herself and turned into relic. How could she be born again?

But these ideas were quickly put aside, thinking about how to save Chu Li.

"Amitabha!" Xin Ji announced a Buddhist horn, threw a small golden bell from his sleeve, and flew towards Chu Li.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding ..." In the dense and crisp sound, all the thunders were attracted by this little golden bell. After absorbing these thunders, the golden little bell only uttered a clear whistle, but it didn't break as everyone expected and exploded. Powdered.

Chu Lisong breathed a sigh of relief, and formed a handprint in the void, disappearing the next moment.

The monks stunned.

Song Jing frowned, wondering, inexplicable doubt.

It seems that Chu Li has never appeared. It makes people suspect that it was just a phantom. It was the reincarnation of relic. Isn't it a real person?

"Booming ..." Thunder suddenly disappeared.

The little golden bell fluttered back to the heart of the silent monk's big sleeve. He shook his white eyebrows and sighed, "What a good one!"

"Abbot, what's wrong with Dingru?" Asked the qualitative monk Yang Yang.

The silent monk slowly said: "He has led the Thunder!"

Everyone understood Chuli's painstakingly and felt inexplicable.

"Dingru Master doesn't have to be like this." The qualitative monk sighed: "Thunder is awesome, but there are treasures of the abbot to block him enough to protect him, Amitabha!"

He proclaimed a Buddhist horn and felt that Chu Li was a bit unwise.

Xin Jing looked at him and said, "My treasure can only block the thunder once, and it will break next time. He should have seen it."

The qualitative monk was surprised, then shook his head with a grin.

Song Jing said: "Master Abbot, the little girl is going first."

"Song donors are not sure to come back?" Xin Jing said.

Song Jing shook her head gently.

"The Dai Temple will remember the kindness of the Song donor, and there will be retribution."

Song Jing smiled and disappeared.

The next moment she appeared in front of a towering giant peak, and saw a thunder blasting Chu Li.

Chu Li seemed to fall into the thunder pool, and Thunder seemed to condense into a liquid to soak him, endlessly, as if the sky was falling apart, she could see her heart trembling, could not help shuddering, it was an instinct reaction from the bones.

"Don't!" She exclaimed.

Her voice penetrated the loud bang and entered Chuli's ear.

Chu Li has been running the Dayuan Xuankong Mirror, and when she saw her, she stood in Lei Guang and smiled at her: "Don't come!"

He looked calm, without pain, or despair, as if nothing had happened. Song Jing was even more amazed and sighed.

She exclaimed, "Are you really alive?"

Chu Li smiled, "Yes, I'm already back to work."

His voice cleared the thunder into Song Jing's ears.

He didn't expect things to go so smoothly. As soon as the body was scattered, the below himself immediately flew up, and he didn't wait for the soul to float into the sky, otherwise he feared that it would cause physical collapse.

Even if Tian Waitian's body is already overbearing, I am afraid that it still cannot bear two parts of the soul.

After flying to this realm, under the control of his mind, the rest of the soul still did not fly over in the Temple of the Devil, so that he would not be in danger of collapse, and was prepared to increase the strength of this body as soon as possible, and refine it with karma. Fan, thus accommodating two souls.

Only when he saw the thunder in the sky, he knew that the woman was still in the way of the woman. There should not have been these thunders at all. She obviously did something, and she had to use the thunder to kill herself.

Doesn't she want to kill herself?

With this kind of speculation, Chu Li might have come from the Nether World and be affected by the opportunity, so once she killed herself, she would provoke great causality and cause endless troubles.

Since she will take the shot herself, she will not be merciful. The last time she hurt herself and Song Jing was a mortal situation, but she did not kill herself at all, but wounded instead of killing him, only forcing him to save himself.

Based on her practice, a sneak shot is enough to kill herself.

And this time, too, it didn't appear directly, but borrowed the power of Thunder. The last time was to borrow Song Jing. This time, it was to borrow the sword. All of them killed by sword, so let him have such speculation.

It is a pity that she has nothing left to do ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She must not have thought of her immunity to the power of thunder, because there is always the existence of thunder, his body is already immune to thunder, although the power of thunder is extremely overbearing, The damage to him was minimal, and he was able to deal with it calmly.

The magic ball of heaven has become more and more mysterious and can devour the power of Thunder. Thunder Ball is also absorbing the power of Thunder. Through the pure power of Thunder, the power of thunder can be turned into defensive breath, which can block most of the Thunder damage.

The rest of the Thunder's power, relying on his body, recovered immediately after the injury, so he has not suffered any injuries so far.

"Unbelievable!" Song Jing shook her head slightly.

Chu Li smiled: "Thank you very much. If you didn't return the relic to Da Ci'en Temple, I can't live!"

Song Jing stared at him frowning.

Under Lei Guang, every pore in Chu Li can see clearly. She has been with Chu Li for so long. She has been very familiar and felt a little different, but she couldn't tell.

"You wouldn't be a Disguise disciple?" Song Jing said.

Chu Li laughed and said, "I am not the same as the Demon Disciple?"

"Well, how do you survive?" Song Jing said.

She also saw at this moment that Chu Li was not afraid of the thunder, but was constantly improving her strength, as if she was practicing with the power of the thunder, she felt relieved when she felt strange.

Chu Li Road said: "Can't die for a while, girl Song, do me a favor."

"Say!" Song Jing said.

Chu Li said: "Help me find a soul lotus."

Song Jing frowned: "You want to get rid of this body and use soul lotus as the body?"

Chu Li nodded gently.

"... This is a way." Song Jing nodded thoughtfully.

She thought of this as the means of the Lord of the Demon Sect, to prevent Chu Li from resurrecting, and to find his mind to escape from the thunder, for fear that it was only the abandonment of this physical body that was strange and unpredictable.