In the pagoda, Lin Huang's complexion changed.

Only when Ye Wuchan's words fell, a terrifying power suddenly surged in the pagoda, and golden Sanskrit words surged around Lin Huang's body, forming a Buddhist cage.

"Ahh

Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Huang opened a powerful domain field around him, forcibly resisting the Dharma cage around him.

Sonorous twice.

After holding on to less than three breaths, Ah Nasal was crushed by thousands of Sanskrit words in the pagoda and imprisoned the forest again.

"For the Yin Yang Valley, how many people in the Eastern Spirit Realm have paid the price of blood, has the donor ever known?"

Ye Wuchan looked at Lin Huang calmly, "From Xuanyuan Wuxiang, to the Xuanyuan family, to Chen Ruoxu, and your father Lin Changtian, today's myth Xuanyuan raised troops ...... the world."

"How many people shed their blood for this, vowing to suppress the Yin Yang Valley. Why is the donor not willing to pay the slightest price for this?"

"The reason why the East Spirit Realm is peaceful and normal is because there are people who carry heavy loads forward. The donor has two martial souls, and if he strips the Shura martial soul, what's the matter, why is he unwilling to pay?"

"The so-called saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter. The donor stripped off a Shura and saved thousands of people in the world, which can be described as immeasurable merit!"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan said sentence after sentence, half of his face as white as jade was still compassionate, but it made Lin Huang feel an endless chill.

"The poor monk has said so much to the benefactor, can't he still influence the donor? Could it be that the donor does not have the slightest righteousness in his heart, and disregards the lives of people in the world as if they were a mustard?"

Ye Wuchan's voice was like the roar of a lion in Buddhism, shaking Lin Huang's soul.

"Since the donor is unwilling to strip away the Shura, the poor monk can only harm the donor. The poor monk promised that as long as he was Shura, he would not harm the life of the donor!"

Ye Wuchan spoke again, and the Buddha nature in his eyes became even deeper. As he spoke, the white and tender jade hand grabbed the golden scroll of the suspended void and slowly unfolded it.

Suddenly, an ancient Buddha lay on the golden scroll, emitting an ancient Zen chanting.

Lin Huang's complexion changed greatly, and his struggle became more and more intense. Feeling the supreme power that invaded the body, the Heavenly Shura in the body roared, and the terrifying power poured out, slashing the Quartet.

Ye Wuchan held the golden scroll in his palm, and smiled lightly, "If the donor is fused with the power of the eight-armed Shura Dingzhong, this golden scroll will naturally not be able to help the donor." But Shura, who has not grown up, will be suppressed by the Buddha after all!"

"Don't worry, after stripping the Shura in the donor's body, the poor monk will chant the scriptures for the donor day and night to ensure the safety of the donor's life!"

Ye Wuchan continued, and when the jade hand interacted, he covered the golden scroll on the top of Lin Huang's head. A terrifying holy light then fell, enveloping Lin Huang's body.

In the body, the Heavenly Shura roared, frantically slashing the Buddha light that invaded the body.

Lin Huang also held his breath and condensed, constantly resisting the power of the golden scroll. However, the ancient Buddha light seems to have the power to transcend all the world.

The crazy slashing power of the Heavenly Asura was invisibly dissolved.

In the Xuanhai, the ancient Buddhist runes formed a chain of great avenues, gradually trapping the Heavenly Shura, and pulling it out of the Xuanhai of the forest barren little by little.

Oh!

In the Xuanhai, the eight Heavenly Dragon Martial Souls roared terribly, shaking the Xuanhai, and the little black turned into a pitch-black streamer, slamming towards the ancient Buddha divine chain.

"The donor's fate is like this, why struggle?"

Ye Wuchan clasped his palms together and chuckled, his eyebrows were full of indifference and compassion, "The poor monk has been cultivating for more than two hundred years, and he has already stepped into the realm of the Martial King, and even if the donor has the means to reach the sky, it will not help!"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang gritted his teeth and was silent, never giving up killing the ancient Buddha divine chain in his body. No one can force him to go against his will.

Even if it's Ye Wuchan.

Even if it's to save the world.

He Lin Huang is not a saint.

Airplanes......

Just as Lin Huang was constantly struggling, an ancient golden light suddenly filled the dark Xuanhai, and an ancient Buddha chant rose from the Xuanhai barrier, instantly crushing the Buddhist Dao divine chain that bound the Heavenly Shura.

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan's complexion changed, and he felt a little bad.

At this moment, half of Ye Wuchan's demon face also trembled slightly, which moved Ye Wuchan's Buddha face, and his face showed panic, and then he said anxiously:

"The poor monk's demon body is about to awaken, and I hope that the donor will make a decision as soon as possible. Once the demon body controls the will of the poor monk, the benefactor will surely die here!"

"Only the Shura within the main body of the donor can turn into the eighth detention array and suppress the demon body of the poor monk who is about to awaken!"

Ye Wuchan said anxiously and sincerely, his eyes full of compassion and frost.

In the pagoda, Lin Huang closed his eyes and was silent, killing the Buddha Dao divine chain that was constantly condensed in his body again and again.

Seeing that Lin Huang was silent, Ye Wuchan's expression became more and more compassionate, and he couldn't help but reprimand, "Could it be that the life and death of this world, the righteousness of this world, are so worthless in the eyes of the donor?"

"If you look good, you must be merciful, and if you are ugly, you ......are destined to be a demon?" Is it really Ye Wuchan's Buddha body?"

Lin Huang suddenly spoke, staring at Ye Wuchan's half-white jade face with his eyes like electricity.

Ye Wuchan looked stunned for a moment, and then he smiled sadly, "After sitting in the Wuzen Temple for two hundred years, he has become the existence of this half-demon and half-Buddha, is it only the question of the donor?"

"Donor, you are really a ruthless and unrighteous person!"

Before Ye Wuchan's words fell, he suddenly stood up.

Only at the moment when the latter got up, countless blood crows flew out from under his body, making a terrible cry, making Lin Huang's soul numb, as if falling into hell.

The countless blood crows, one by one, rushed into the body of the forest wilderness, wanting to turn it into a monster, a puppet.

In the Xuan Sea, the Heavenly Shura roared, constantly crushing the power of the blood crow.

Ye Wuchan stepped forward, showing great compassion on his white face, "The poor monk has escaped into the empty door for more than two hundred years, and today he will finally hold the butcher's knife again, and please don't resent the poor monk." All this that the poor monk has done is for the sake of the common people in the world!"

Looking at Ye Wuchan, who was slowly coming and letting the blood crows fly wildly, Lin Huang struggled more and more violently, and his nasal passages around him were stretched open countless times, but he was crushed countless times.

Ye Wuchan's face was compassionate, his smile was gentle, and a white jade hand reached into the void and killed Lin Huang's eyebrows. There seemed to be a snickering smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, an astonishing Buddha sound sounded in the stupa.

A terrifying murderous aura also spread, making Lin Huang's scalp tingle. When he looked up, he saw Ye Wuchan's half of the demon face moved.

The closed eyes on the demon's face began to open slowly.

Ye Wuchan Buddha's face changed greatly, and the jade index finger slammed towards Lin Huang......

Clang.

Only at the moment when Ye Wuchan's jade finger fell, it was blocked by a hideous and terrifying palm.

That terrifying palm was in front of Lin Huang's eyes, looking murderous, but it saved Lin Huang's life. Lin Huang looked up, only to see Ye Wuchan's half-demon face staring at him, smiling, but he looked fierce and abnormal.

"Lord Lin, the demon body has awakened. Quickly strip off the Heavenly Shura and help the poor monk kill this half of the demon body!"

Ye Wuchan opened his mouth and shouted.

"Yes......"

Lin Huang suddenly spoke, looking at Ye Wuchan's half-demon face, smiling.

The half of the demon face also showed a smile, still looking fierce, the latter did not pay attention to Ye Wuchan, who was half a Buddha face, but just raised his hideous palm, against Lin Huang's palm, and chuckled: "Follow me to ......"

"With my eyes, peep into all beings!"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang then spoke, "With my eyes, peep at all beings!"

"With my eyes, I look at all beings. With my magic robe, cover the sky. With my blood, sprinkle the journey. With my corpse, Yongzhen Kyushu!"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang lowered his eyebrows and echoed, "With my eyes, peep at all beings." With my magic robe, cover the sky. With my blood, sprinkle the journey. With my corpse, Yongzhen Kyushu!"

(End of chapter)