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Inside the Mt. Wuzen.

When Lin Huang walked into the pagoda, his expression was condensed.

After nearly a month, the interior of the pagoda has long lost the original Buddha's bright scene, and there is no longer a surging Buddhist wish.

In its place, there was a dead silence, and the slightest hint of evil blood crow.

Lin Huang looked up, only to see that in the center of the pagoda, there was a dead body, and the whole body no longer had the posture of half Buddha and half demon, but the whole body was full of hideous color, and the face was so ugly that it was terrifying.

Ye Wuzen.

Looking at the figure sitting and dying, Lin Huang's face froze, and he bowed to the latter.

Ye Wuchan is dead after all.

Dead in obscurity.

But when he was still dying, he used a body that had been cultivated for two hundred years to suppress the thousands of blood crows under the pagoda.

Lin Huang approached Ye Wuchan, looked at the latter's hideous face, waved his hand to wipe the dust off the latter's robe, and then moved Ye Wuchan's corpse.

He promised Lu Han to bring Ye Wuchan's body back to Xuanyuan City.

Bang.

Just as Ye Wuchan was lifted up and placed in the ring, the bottom of the pagoda vibrated and there was a piercing explosion.

I saw that there was a gap under Ye Wuchan's body, and a terrifying evil aura was vented from the gap, which made Lin Huang's heart tremble.

Then, the sound of a blood crow flapping its wings sounded in Lin Huang's ears.

In just a few breaths, dozens of blood crows flew out of the hole, like blood-colored arrows, killing Lin Huang.

Boom.

In the pagoda, a sword shone brightly, killing dozens of blood crows in an instant. Lin Huang frowned slightly, and looked at the entrance of the cave with the Demon Suppression Knife in his hand.

Buzz a few times.

Before Lin Huang could see the inside of the cave entrance clearly, hundreds of blood crows flew out, Lin Huang suddenly retreated, and the demon suppression knife in his hand plundered out, killing the blood crows in the pagoda.

Puff puff......

At the entrance of the cave, the blood crows were constantly flying, all of which made a terrible scream, making people's souls tremble. In less than half an hour, there were thousands of blood crows in the entire stupa, flying wildly.

"Snow drifting in the world!"

Lin Huang scolded in a low voice, and the pagoda was suddenly covered with heavy snow, and more and more blood crows in the steadia were bursting with snowflakes.

In the center of the pagoda, Lin Huang frowned slightly. The blood crow itself is not strong, and he is a heavenly asura, even if there are more blood crows, it is not easy to hurt him.

But the forest famine is also inexhaustible.

As time passed, there were more and more blood crows, and they continued to hit the inner walls of the stupa, and the powerful force of countless blood crows caused the entire stupa to shake.

Looking at the blood crows flying wildly around them, like pieces of blood clouds, they looked extremely evil and terrifying, and the shrill howls were enough to shake the soul of any Wuhou realm.

In the pagoda, after Lin Huang pondered for a while, he no longer paid attention to the blood crow in the pagoda. Between the arms raised, the eight-armed Shura Ding was held up, and it was calmly suspended in the center of the pagoda.

Airplanes.

Buzzing......

When the eight-armed Shura Ding returned to its place, the entire Gu Ding let out a buzzing roar. Ding's body spun rapidly in the void, smeared with patches of golden Sanskrit.

Lin Huang's eyebrows froze, and he only felt that a mysterious aura gushed out from the eight-armed Shura Ding.

However, with a few breaths, accompanied by the rotation of the eight-armed Shura Ding, the entire stupa also trembled, and the inner wall of the stupa, which had already been dimmed, suddenly shone with golden light.

Above the inner wall, those dim Sanskrit words shone again, diffusing the vast Buddha light, washing the entire interior of the stupa.

In the pagoda, the frenzied flying blood crows suddenly let out a miserable scream, and all the blood crows swept by the Buddha's light turned into powder in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.

Buzz.

In the pagoda, the sound of the ancient bell chime suddenly sounded, ancient, desolate, and the Dharma is profound.

Under the sound of the bell, the sound of Buddha was like a tide swept away, and everywhere the sound reached, the blood crows turned into pieces of powder and burst to death.

Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him and was amazed in his heart.

The power of Buddhism is indeed the nemesis of the blood crow. It's a pity that there is no true Buddha in this Eastern Spirit Realm, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to shake the evil king in the Yin Yang Valley.

In just half an hour, thousands of blood crows in the stupa were killed.

And at the entrance of the cave at the bottom of the stupa, there is a steady stream of flying blood crows, more and more, pouring into the stupa like a river, killing endlessly.

At this moment, Lin Huang ignored the blood crow in the pagoda.

A pair of pitch-black eyes all fell on the eight-armed Shura Ding, and his expression became a little excited.

In the first half of an hour, the golden Buddhist texts in the stupa shined, hooked into a chain of Buddhist texts, forming a golden light, revealing a vast Buddhist wishing array.

In the center of the large array, the eight-armed Shura Ding rotated faster and faster, like a whirlwind, so that Lin Huang could only see the afterimage of the eight-armed Shura Ding.

Quietly, there was suddenly a touch of aura in the eight-armed Shura Ding.

Well?

Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes flashed with light, his fists clenched to suppress the excitement in his heart, and the extra breath in the eight-armed Shura Ding was familiar to him.

Buddha relics!

And in Lin Huang's body, the Heavenly Shura sitting in the Xuanhai also suddenly opened his eyes, unable to keep calm and roared in the Xuanhai.

In the pagoda, Lin Huang's eyes became as sharp as an eagle, his expression became more and more excited, and there seemed to be a bloody breath in his heart rushing to his brain.

Buddha god relics.

The relics of the Buddha gods are finally about to appear!

When he was in the tomb of King Wu, the Heavenly Shura evolved to the lower grade of the Xuan Rank, if he could integrate the Buddha relics in the eight-armed Shura Ding into the body, then what kind of grade should the Heavenly Shura Martial Soul reach?

There is also the wrath of the eight-armed Shura, with this attack and killing technique, even in the realm of Wuhou, he can fight across the triple heavens!

Airplanes.

Buzzing.

In the stupa, the eight-armed Shura Ding rotated faster and faster, so fast that it rubbed against the air, thus making the ancient Ding red, like a piece of iron that had been burned red.

Click.

On the golden Sanskrit array that revealed the power of Buddhism's wishes, the eight-armed Shura who was spinning rapidly suddenly made a crisp clicking sound.

A terrifying aura then vented out from the ancient ding.

Lin Huang's expression was shocked, and he didn't dare to move his gaze in the slightest. I saw that the eight-armed Shura Ding, which was as red as charcoal fire, directly cracked into two pieces, revealing the hidden things inside.

In the ancient pagoda of Buddha's light, a relic the size of a dragon's eye was quietly suspended in the void, filled with endless brilliant golden light.

Only at the moment when the relics appeared, a sound of Amitabha Buddha appeared out of thin air in the stupa, full of endless holy Buddha power, like a torrent rushing out, along the hole at the bottom of the Wuzen Temple, poured into it, and wiped out all the blood crows that flew out of it.

In the middle of a breath, all the blood crows in the stupa were wiped out.

Lin Huang looked at the relics suspended in front of him with a slightly stunned expression, his mind was turbulent like a tide, and it was difficult to maintain calm anymore.

Buddha relics, the third!

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