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Chapter 1790

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After the two wheels disappeared, Monk Zhuan Hua squinted his eyes. His gaze was clear and pure, without a trace of emotion. It was as if he was completely calm. This was the great enlightenment of Buddhism.

Chu Li frowned.

Zhuan Hua, who was in such a state of mind, must be very difficult to deal with. It was unusual that the sword did not kill him. One must know that the Sky Regaining Sword's sword energy not only killed the body but also the soul. There was almost no chance of survival even if he was a Celestial.

Chu Li drew his sword again. The sharp sword energy soared into the sky and slowly stabbed towards Monk Zhuan Hua.

"Namo Amitabha …" Monk Zhuan Hua chanted and his body began to emit a golden light. The golden light became brighter and brighter as if a Buddha had descended.

His gaze was as calm as water, without sadness or joy. His hands formed a strange mudra. His movements were calm and steady. It seemed slow but it accurately hit the tip of the sword.

"Ding …" The Sky Regaining Sword trembled slightly.

Chu Li felt a strange force entering the tip of the sword like an awl. It went against the flow and entered his body. The purity was beyond imagination.

Unfortunately, when it reached his palm, it was blocked by the Supreme Indestructible Body of Vajra. It tried very hard to enter but was blocked.

A white dot appeared on Monk Zhuan Hua's palm. The white dot slowly expanded and engulfed his left hand bit by bit. Finally, his entire left hand disappeared.

This white dot was the one that took the Sky Regaining Sword. Although it withstood the attack of the Sky Regaining Sword and did not pierce through, the power of the Sky Regaining Technique was overbearing. It was too murderous and he could not control it.

"Namo Amitabha …" Monk Lun Ming chanted and slowly sat on the ground. He looked at his chest. It was already hollow but there was no blood flowing out.

After Monk Lun Ming formed a mudra, he started chanting solemnly. He was ready to ascend to the Outland. He knew that his wound and the energy coming from it were too overbearing. He could not cure it and had to ascend.

He turned to look at the Reincarnation Temple behind him and sighed. Fortunately, he had made careful arrangements before he attacked. The next Enlightened Master would probably be a disciple of the Reincarnation Temple.

Chu Li stared at Monk Zhuan Hua and watched his left hand disappear. His expression was still calm and his eyes were emotionless as if it was not his hand that disappeared.

He felt fear in his heart. He had to be on guard against such a person. If he didn't care about his own life, then he wouldn't care about the lives of others either. It was very likely that he would use the secret technique of mutual destruction.

He glanced at Monk Lun Ming and frowned even more.

Monk Lun Ming's body shone with golden light, just like Monk Huan Hua's. Under his solemn appearance, his eyes became calmer and calmer. His emotions slowly faded away, and there was no sadness or joy.

This was obviously a great enlightenment. His mental state had advanced to the next level, and his cultivation had also advanced to the next level.

To be able to advance to the next level as a Heavenly Deity, opportunity, luck, and wisdom were all indispensable. Who would have thought that Monk Lun Ming would be so blessed to be able to come back from the brink of death.

After advancing to the next level, he would naturally be spared from death.

Naturally, Chu Li would not allow such a thing to happen. Once again, he unsheathed his Regal Sky Sword and slowly stabbed forward. Just as he was about to stab, Monk Zhuan Hua suddenly appeared in front of Monk Lun Ming.

"Namo Amitabha …" Monk Zhuan Hua chanted the name of Buddha and slapped the tip of the sword with his remaining right palm.

Chu Li suddenly took a step back and disappeared.

"Boom!" In a thunderous explosion, Monk Zhuan Hua disappeared completely as if he had never been there. Only the deep pit on the ground and the surrounding barren land proved that the explosion had happened earlier.

Monk Lun Ming's loose red cowl fluttered in the wind as if he was in the middle of a strong wind. His face was as calm as water, and there was no sadness or joy in his eyes. He was not touched by Monk Zhuan Hua's sacrifice.

Chu Li suddenly appeared with his hand on the Regal Sky Sword and said, "Lun Ming, I really have to congratulate you!"

"Namo Amitabha …" Monk Lun Ming pressed his palms together and bowed. "I was wrong. I was too greedy and failed to live up to the expectations of my Ancestral Master. It's a sin! "

Chu Li smiled. "Severely injuring my Master was intentional. It was to kill me, right?"

"Almsgiver Chu is smart. Nothing can be hidden. It's a pity that our painstaking plan could not withstand Almsgiver Chu's sword, "Monk Lun Ming said slowly.

Chu Li said, "Monk Lun Ming, you are trying to bewitch me. What other tricks are you waiting for me? Since your Ancestral Master Deva is dead, what else is there to hide? "

Monk Lun Ming had a treasure that could block the Omniscient Mirror's prying.

Monk Lun Ming sighed. "Almsgiver Chu should be able to guess it."

"Chen Zhenji?" Chu Li scoffed. "He originally planned to attack together with you. In the end, he tricked you and made you the vanguard, am I right?"

Chu Li chuckled. "Monk, I can't believe there would be a day when someone would plot against you. How satisfying!"

"Clap clap!" Suddenly, two claps were heard. Chen Zhenji stepped out from the void and clapped his hands. His face was full of praise. "As expected of Chu Li!"

Chu Li frowned and glanced behind him. "Since you're here, why don't you come out together?"

He knew Monk Lun Ming and Chen Zhenji very well. They always planned before taking action. They were careful and cautious. Once they made a move, they were absolutely confident. Unfortunately, they were seen through by him every time.

This time, Chen Zhenji and Monk Lun Ming dared to attack. Monk Lun Ming had strong support from Monk Zhuan Hua. Chen Zhenji definitely had strong support too.

Chen Zhenji sighed. "Chu Li, why do you have to court death?"

"I'll spare Your Majesty every time, but not this time." Chu Li shook his head. "It's fine to plot against me, but you can't plot against Senior Brother and Goddess Attraction Mountain!"

"Hehe …" Chen Zhenji laughed disapprovingly. "That's what I wanted to say. You've escaped every time. This time, you won't have the chance!"

Chu Li smiled and shook his head. "You're just a Celestial who doesn't dare to come out. Do you think you can kill me?"

"That might not be true." Chen Zhenji smiled mysteriously.

Chu Li frowned and pulled out his sword. The lifespan obtained from the Immortal Grass was completely depleted. He slowly stabbed at Chen Zhenji. His sword energy had already locked the space in advance. Chen Zhenji could not move and could only watch helplessly as he was stabbed.

"Ding …" Chen Zhenji suddenly pulled out a short sword from his sleeve and hit the Sky Killer Sword.

The Sky Killer Sword let out a clear sound and trembled at the same time. It was like a spirit snake nodding its head and deflected the short sword's stab.

An extremely Yin and extremely cold energy came from the sword.

His vision blurred as if he had fallen into endless darkness. His body felt like it was sinking and drifting, and he did not know where he was.

Chu Li took a deep breath and immediately regained his clarity. Maha-Vairocana's Immobility Scripture reverberated in his mind, dispersing the strange energy that had entered his mind.

Chu Li frowned and looked at Chen Zhenji. He hid the short sword in his sleeve again, but it could not escape the observation of the Omniscient Mirror. At first glance, the short sword looked like a short snake, but upon closer inspection, it was not. The blade was straight and bright. It was neither curved nor evil. It was upright. It was hard to believe that the extremely Yin and evil energy came from the sword.

He concluded that the short sword must be a strange item. It was extremely cold, extremely Yin, and evil. It could shake one's mind. There did not seem to be such an item in the world. Perhaps it came from the Outland.

The next moment, he took a step forward and stood in front of Monk Lun Ming. He stabbed the sword into his heart.

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