Ye Wuchan's half-demon state was all because of the blood crows suppressed under him, and after two hundred years of subtly demonization, Ye Wuchan became a monster.

A half-demon, half-Buddha monster.

And the power of Lin Huang's Shura is just the right power to kill the blood crow. So Lin Huang wanted to give it a try......

However, the evil power accumulated over the past two hundred years, Lin Huang didn't know how terrifying it was, and he didn't know what the consequences would be.

He just didn't want Ye Wuchan to die.

"Please stop!"

Ye Wuchan looked at Lin Huang calmly, and shook his head slowly with a smile on his face, "The half-demon is in a deep sleep, once the donor makes a move, then the poor monk will no longer be a poor monk, but an evil monster." When the time comes, the donor's life will not be saved!"

"Moreover, with the donor's current ability, even if the Xuan function restrains the power of the blood crow, it can't deal with the half-demon body that has accumulated for two hundred years."

Ye Wuchan smiled lightly but calmly, rejecting Lin Huang's idea.

"Since the seniors remember that they are Ye Wuchan, why don't you give it a try with the kid. You can't erase your youthful courage just because you have escaped into the empty door! Anyway, it's a dead word, so it's better to gamble with your juniors!"

Lin Huang pretended to laugh.

Ye Wuchan still shook his head, with a smile on his white face, "If you lose the bet, the poor monk will become a demon." If the bet is won, the poor monk will not survive for a few more days, and the poor monk can't afford to gamble!"

Lin Huang's brows suddenly twisted together, but he got closer and closer to Ye Wuchan.

"Amitabha!"

The first time Ye Wuchan recited the Buddha's name, a golden light suddenly appeared around his body, revealing a breath like the sea of the sea, and the terrifying oppressive force made it difficult for Lin Huang to move an inch.

"Senior ......"

Lin Huang spoke again, wanting to persuade Ye Wuchan.

Ye Wuchan still shook his head and said with a calm smile: "If you break through to become a martial artist, it may still be possible." But now you can't do it!"

Lin Huang frowned, still unwilling to give up.

Ye Wuchan smiled slightly, changing the topic, "Isn't it true that Lord Lin doesn't want to know why Lin Changtian came to Wuchan Temple eighteen years ago?"

"This is not a big deal in the face of the life and death of the predecessors!"

Lin Huang's face was full of sincerity, he was not a person who accepted his fate, even if Ye Wuchan was bent on death, Lin Huang didn't want to follow Ye Wuchan's wishes.

Ye Wuchan shook his head and said with a quiet smile: "Since I heard that Lord Lin Shi has become a demon neutrally in the Land of Locked Dragons. The poor monk knew that the eight-armed Shura Ding was in the hands of the donor!"

"And eighteen years ago, Lin Changtian's benefactor came to Wuzen Temple with the eight-armed Shura Ding!"

Ye Wuchan said calmly, but Lin Huang was shocked, he didn't expect Lin Changtian to have no Zen Temple, and there were such twists and turns.

"Lin Changtian sent the eight-armed Shura Ding?"

Lin Huang asked.

Ye Wuchan smiled slightly, "Lord Lin Changtian sent the eight-armed Shura Ding, and took the eight-armed Shura Ding with him!"

"Why is that?"

Lin Huang asked with some confusion.

"Lin Changtian's benefactor also went to kill from this place towards the Yin Yang Valley. He stayed down there for a month and returned a month later!"

"Lord Lin said that even if the eight-armed Shura Ding is here, the eighth detention will definitely collapse. And the eight-armed Shura Ding in the Eastern Spirit Realm may be able to achieve a person!"

"Maybe that person is you, Lord Lin!"

Ye Wuchan said calmly.

Hearing this, Lin Huang's brows furrowed, and he suddenly remembered that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Shenjiang Mansion had unlocked the Nine Palaces Bagua Array and obtained a Buddha God Relic.

And in the eight-armed Shura Ding, there is also one.

The person Lin Changtian said was himself. If you get the relics of the Buddha God in the Divine General's Mansion, you will inevitably pursue the eight-armed Shura Ding.

If you can't get the relics of the Buddha God in the Divine General's Mansion, maybe in the eyes of Lin Changtian, you won't be able to get out of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Lin Changtian told the poor monk that if someone can enter the pagoda again, let the poor monk tell the donor: success is also Shura, defeat is also Shura!"

"Lin Changtian's donor also said that if the donor is a Shura, the eight-armed Shura Ding can help you rise to the top, or you may escape into the Demon Dao once, and there will be no turning back!"

Lin Huang's brows condensed slightly, he didn't expect Lin Changtian to think of today's things back then. It seems that the relics of the Buddha God were deliberately left in the Mansion of the Divine General, and I also knew all kinds of rumors about the relics of the Buddha God.

Thinking of this, Lin Huang's mood couldn't help but become a little complicated.

Thinking about it, Lin Changtian's mood was also quite complicated at the beginning, sealing the relics of the Buddha God, and he didn't want to find out by himself, so that he could spend his life in peace.

And in the eight-armed Shura Dingdong Spiritual Realm, he thought that he could rise once and rise to the top.

He wants to return himself to the ordinary, but he also thinks that he can grow up and dance the world.

In the pagoda, Lin Huang recalled the letter Lin Changtian left for him, and his mood became more and more complicated. From between the lines, Lin Huang could also feel Lin Changtian's struggle.

Maybe the latter is wandering around alone, chewing all the sourness, and I also hope that there is someone who can stand by his side and fight side by side with him!

"When Lin Changtian's benefactor left, he also left a piece of power!"

Ye Wuchan suddenly spoke, pulling back the contemplative Lin Huang.

I saw Ye Wuchan jade pointing a little, and a golden picture scroll floated down from the top of the pagoda.

Lin Huang raised his hand, and the moment he held the golden scroll, there was a buzz in his body, and the sound of the ancient and mighty bell chime sounded.

In the golden picture scroll, there is a vast and boundless Buddhist wishing power, which invades the body!

The Heavenly Shura in the body suddenly opened his eyes and let out a manic roar, frantically slashing the power of the ancient Buddha that had invaded his body. And Lin Huang also threw the golden scroll out with his hand.

"What is this?"

Lin Huang asked.

"Lord Lin Changtian said that he asked for it from a strong master. As long as the donor is willing, he can use the power in the scroll to strip Shura out, so as to avoid the disaster of falling into demons in the future!"

Ye Wuchan explained.

Lin Huang smiled miserably, looked at the golden scroll suspended in front of him, and said with a smile: "Since he let me find the eight-armed Shura Ding, now he wants me to turn back, how is it possible?!"

"There are two martial souls in the main body of the donor, and without the scourge of Shura, they will also make a difference!"

Ye Wuchan smiled and said, "The so-called sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore." If he is controlled by the Shura in his body one day, he will only become a demon of killing and fall into the Infernal Hell!"

Lin Huang smiled and said nothing, there were many reasons in his heart but he couldn't say it.

Whether before or after rebirth, the relics of the Buddha gods are entangled with him.

Why Xiao Yishan appeared in the Eastern Spirit Realm and appeared in the Great Xia Dynasty, he didn't know and didn't want to guess.

Second Senior Brother Qin Changsheng's martial arts, without the power of Heavenly Shura, would not have been able to exert such terrifying power at all.

The power of Shura can slash blood crows and suppress the evil demons in the world!

In the pagoda, Lin Huang looked at the golden scroll in front of him, and after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and smile. Although Lin Changtian thought that he could live a peaceful life, he still thought more about the fact that one day he would be able to walk out of the Eastern Spirit Realm.

This golden scroll, where is it to strip the Heavenly Shura in the body, it is just a life-saving power left by Lin Changtian to himself.

"Donor, the poor monk has something to ask for!"

Seeing that Lin Huang was unwilling to strip off the Shura in his body, Ye Wuchan closed his eyes and sighed, and then spoke.

Lin Huang raised his head and looked at Ye Wuchan suspiciously.

"The eight-armed Shura Ding was able to become the eye of the eighth detention array in the Yin Yang Valley because of the power in it. And the Shura in the donor's body is of the same origin as the power in Dingzhong!"

Ye Wuchan opened his mouth gently, but Lin Huang noticed the change in the breath in the pagoda.

"Now that the eight-armed Shura Ding is not there, the poor monk has the courage to ask the donor to strip off the Shura in his body and turn into the eighth detention of the Yin Yang Valley. As long as the birth of Yin Yang Valley can be delayed for one day, tens of thousands of people can be saved!"

Ye Wuchan looked up at Lin Huang, his eyes were compassionate and firm.

Lin Huang frowned suddenly, feeling the surging power around him, as if he wanted to imprison himself here, and said in a deep voice: "What if the juniors are unwilling?"

"Unwilling to ......"

Ye Wuchan frowned, his half of his face as white as jade was full of compassion and softness, and he smiled lightly but showed a firm heart of killing:

"Then today, the poor monk also wants to emulate Chen Ruoxu and harm the donor to save the world!"

(End of chapter)