Chapter 2847： Die (2/2)

Chu Li smiled: ”I know a secret technique and can save you, but unfortunately my remaining Shou Yuan will also be put in. Even if it is a reward for your help, after sending my relic to Da Ci'en Temple, Immediately go back to Xuankong City, practice well, and stop thinking about dealing with Mozong! ”

”Can't afford it!” Song Jing hummed. ”My pay is not that expensive!”

Chu Li smiled and shook her head, patted her again, and sealed the dumb hole.

Song Jingming opened his eyes slightly, staring at him with hate.

Chu Li smiled at her, closed her eyes, and slowly exercised her power. The Buddha in her head turned into a Tibetan Buddha.

The Jizo Scroll is reversing life and death. Song Jing is so injured. Only the Jizo Scroll can revert to life and death, but it is his own spiritual strength and longevity.

Although the consumption of Shou Yuan is not much, in his current situation, all Shou Yuan will be consumed.

”Bang bang bang!” Chu Li suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be two whirlpools, one rotating from the inside to the outside, and one rotating from the outside to the inside.

”Amitabha Buddha!” ​​Chu Lixuan uttered a Buddhist horn and pressed Song Jing's chest with both palms.

”Boom!” A thunder suddenly fell from the sky without warning.

Among the thunder, Song Jing's whole body shot out light, uncertain.

When the light disappeared, Song Jing opened her eyes, and Rong Guanghuan looked like a new life. All the injuries were swept away, the vitality and vitality were alive, and there was a faint sense of improvement. It was not as good as before.

She stared at Chu Li in front of her.

Chu Li had been sitting motionless on the ice, his palms were closed, and his treasures were solemn, as if settled.

Song Jing's red lips moved but she couldn't speak. She knew that Chu Li had passed away and had no vitality.

She stared at Chu Li, not knowing what to say. Thousands of thoughts mingled together. The scenes from the past flashed in her mind. She was so angry that she wanted to kill him, but now she feels warm and beautiful in retrospect.

All kinds of entanglements entangled, the tide surged like an angry wave, could not be stopped, and it was difficult to calm down ~ ~ 唉 ... she sighed with a sigh of sigh.

”Bang!” Suddenly a muffled sound, Chu Li's body shined brightly, as if the sun was falling, and the dazzling light was shining.

Then the light turned into flames, and the flames burned, as if he had transformed into a burning flame, reflecting her beautiful face.

Song Jing had the urge to extinguish the flames and did not want Chu Li to disappear.

A little sane restraint her, can only watch Chu Li turn into flames, burning.

Strangely, the flames were blazing, but there was no temperature, as if it was just an illusion. The ice cubes beneath him had no sign of melting, but still hard and clear.

After a while, the flames disappeared, and a round, flawless, transparent bead appeared on the ground, as if carved by solid ice.

Song Jing stepped forward and gently lifted this relic. His turbulent mood became more and more complicated, his eyes were sour, and the mist had risen in the eye sockets, forcing them not to condense into tears.

She put the relic in her palm and held it with her palms. She seemed to feel the warmth from reliance. Light and warmth wrapped her. Vaguely, she seemed to see Chu Li standing in front of herself and smiling.

”Sure!” She sighed, carefully earning her arms, holding her chest, feeling the warmth and light.

At this time, the bells of Da Ci'en Temple were ringing, shaking the Quartet.

All the disciples who were doing morning classes, those who were practicing in the courtyard, and those who were talking and laughing stopped abruptly, looking up at the void above Daci'en Temple, and bells came from the void.

”Amitabha Buddha!” ​​The shadows of the nine old monks flashed in the void. They turned towards Chu from where they were, bowed together, and proclaimed a Buddhist slogan.

All the disciples of Da Ci'en Temple came to the Daxiong Baodian, and stood outside the hall to recite the Buddhist scriptures, and the Buddha's voice condensed straight into the sky.