The vast stupa is as golden as the sea.

But at the moment when Lin Huang Nian's words came out, the Heavenly Shura in his body vibrated violently, as if he had been activated the endless battle intent in his body. With a roar, the golden scroll fell overhead.

The blood crows all around him were slaughtered.

Ye Wuchan's half-white Buddha face changed greatly, and he killed Lin Huang again. The demon body struck again, and went towards the Buddha's hand to intercept and kill.

A physical body, half Buddha and half demon, is fighting at the moment.

"You've woken up!"

Ye Wuchan Buddha's face roared, the compassion on his face was gone, and it was full of hideous killing intent.

"Do you think that you were the only one who saw Lin Changtian back then?"

The demon's face was full of hideousness, but he smiled very softly, and his voice was terrible, but it made Lin Huang's heart feel peaceful, "Do you really think that this golden scroll is to strip away the Heavenly Shura?"

Ye Wuchan's demon body raised his hand, and he held the golden scroll in his hand and suppressed it towards his half-Buddha body.

"Hmph, you and I have been entangled for more than two hundred years. If this Buddha can't kill you, you can kill this Buddha?"

Ye Wuchan Buddha sneered.

"It didn't work for 200 years, it didn't work eighteen years ago, but it can be today!"

Ye Wuchan's demon body sneered, turned his head to look at Lin Huang, and said with a calm smile: "Can you borrow a wisp of Shura power in my body?"

"Master Lin can't, the return of the demon body is a catastrophe in the world, quickly help the poor monk kill the demon body!"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang looked at Ye Wuchan who was fighting with the body of the Buddha and the demon, and after his expression was slightly condensed, a wisp of Shura's power overflowed the pagoda, and all of them went towards Ye Wuchan's demon body.

"Don't dare!"

Ye Wuchan Buddha was furious, and he shot towards Lin Huang again.

"You're presumptuous!"

Ye Wuchan's demon body reprimanded angrily, and with the power of Shura in his palm, one finger was the attack that obliterated the Buddha's body. Then with the monstrous blood, he wiped out the Buddha's body.

Thundered.

In the pagoda, the battle continues. The demon body with the power of Shura in the palm of his hand is like a divine help, as if he is restraining the body of the Buddha, and gradually suppressing and eating it.

In just a moment, Ye Wuchan's half-sentence Buddha body began to become hideous, and it was no longer as white as jade.

"You and I are one, and if this Buddha dies, you don't want to live for seven days!"

Ye Wuchan roared, and his clear eyes were full of anger.

"Two hundred years of sinking, enough has been lived!"

Ye Wuchan's demon body chuckled, and only when the words fell, a palm slapped on the chest of the Buddha's body. With a poof, Ye Wuchan Buddha's body vomited blood, and his eyebrows froze.

In just a few breaths, Ye Wuchan's Buddha body disappeared at a speed that was within reach of the naked eye, and turned into a hideous and terrifying appearance of a demon body.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan recited the Buddha's name, a demon body was hideous and terrifying, but his face showed mercy.

Lin Huang looked at Ye Wuchan, who had changed greatly in front of him, and was also a little shocked in his heart, and there was a hint of happiness. Sure enough, that half of the demon body was the real Ye Wuchan.

"I've seen a Zen senior!"

Lin Huang bowed to the latter and reacquainted himself with Ye Wuchan.

Ye Wuchan smiled, looking particularly hideous and terrifying, and just said calmly: "The Buddha's body led you into Wuchan Temple in order to take away your martial soul." What he said before, this king does not know, and you will distinguish for yence the truth and falsehood."

"Fortunately, the senior woke up in time and saved the boy's life!"

Lin Huang thanked.

Ye Wuchan waved his hand and said, "The Buddha and the demon are one, once the Buddha body dies, the king will not have much time." When Lin Changtian came here, he never killed the Buddha's body, it was for today!"

"Huh?"

Lin Huang showed a puzzled look on his face, and saw Ye Wuchan continue: "As soon as this king dies, the eighth detention will be broken, and the Yin and Yang Valley will be born in advance." So this king and Lin Changtian have been waiting for more than ten years. Until you were introduced to the Wuzen Temple by the body of the Buddha, and the golden scroll completely awakened the king. ”

In the pagoda, Lin Huang nodded hesitantly, only feeling that this matter was quite complicated.

This is the eighth detention of Yin Yang Valley.

The past told by the Buddha's body is not false.

Lin Changtian's entry into the Wuzen Temple is also true.

The only fake thing is that Ye Wuchan's previous Buddha body, dressed in the skin of compassion, wants to win the Shura martial soul in Lin Huang's body. It's just that the Buddha's body was calculated by Lin Changtian.

He thought that the golden picture scroll was to strip the martial soul from Lin Huang's body, but he never thought that the golden picture scroll could also awaken Ye Wuchan's true body and suppress him.

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan cleared the blood crows in it, sat on the ground again, suppressed the entrance of the eighth detention, and then looked at Lin Huang, and said with a smile:

"Within three months, the eighth detention will inevitably fall apart, and your time is running out!"

Well?

Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, and he didn't understand what Ye Wuchan meant.

Ye Wuchan chuckled, a trace of sentimentality appeared on his fierce face, "Back then, when this king helped Xuanyuan Wuxiang establish the eighth detention, he understood. The composition of this eighth detention is not the eight-armed Shura Ding, nor is it this pagoda!"

"It's the relics in the eight-armed Shura Ding!"

In the pagoda, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sat in front of Ye Wuchan.

"Do you know why the eight-armed Shura Ding has been in the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than hundreds of years, and only Chen Ruoxu has obtained the power in it?"

Ye Wuchan asked Lin Huang.

Without waiting for Lin Huang to reply, Ye Wuchan continued: "The eight-armed Shura Ding is a lock, and the formation in this pagoda is a key!"

"The eight-armed Shura Ding is in the pagoda, that is, the lock is opened, and the relics of the Buddha god inside suppress the Yin and Yang Valley. And when the eight-armed Shura Ding leaves the pagoda, no one will be able to open this lock!"

Lin Huang nodded, and his heart was relieved.

"Within three months, the eighth line of detention will fall apart. The stupa will also cease to exist, and if you want to get the power of Dingzhong, you will only have three months!"

Ye Wuchan continued, "But this king wants to remind you that no matter how powerful the eight-armed Shura Ding is, it is an hoodoo after all!"

Lin Huang nodded solemnly, "Senior Xie for your advice!"

"Nothing to thank!"

Ye Wuchan smiled indifferently, but his expression was a little melancholy, and then he waved his sleeve robe and stared up at Lin Huang, "Back then, this king swore not to enter Xuanyuan City, but now when he is dying, he wants to break this oath!"

"Senior going down the mountain?"

Lin Huang opened his mouth and said, his heart was extremely excited, Ye Wuchan's time was running out now, how could it be as simple as going down the mountain to enter Xuanyuan City at this moment, he must be going for the Yin Yang Valley.

In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan shook his head and calmly instructed Lin Huang: "After the death of this king, set up a tablet for this king, put it in the Yingling Hall in the Tiance Building of Xuanyuan Mansion, and stand next to Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Tears!"

Lin Huang looked stunned, but saw Ye Wuchan's face full of desolation.

"......"

Lin Huang wanted to speak and stopped.

Ye Wuchan raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "This king has established three thousand Xuanyuan stele forests, and has surpassed Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Tears for more than two hundred years, if Xuanyuan raises troops to dare to stop it, he will be a descendant!"

"The younger generation will definitely live up to the trust of the seniors!"

Lin Huang hugged his fists and looked serious.

Ye Wuchan smiled suddenly, at this moment he didn't look like the slightest Buddha nature, more like the high-spirited Ye Wuchan two hundred years ago.

"Is there any wine?"

Ye Wuchan suddenly asked.

Lin Huang was slightly stunned, and then took out seventeen or eighteen jars of old wine from the ring, which he had brought from Lu Han.

Ye Wuchan took a sip of wine, sipped the unique taste of Xuanyuan Mansion in the wine, and suddenly coughed violently, suddenly burst into tears, and hugged the wine jar and whimpered.

"You and I are destined to end here, so let's leave, this king is tired!"

Ye Wuchan buried his head and waved his hand to signal Lin Huang to leave.

In the pagoda, Lin Huang bowed deeply, looking at Ye Wuchan who was hideous like a devil, but holding the wine jar and sobbing and crying, he couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and silently withdrew from the pagoda.

It's just that when he withdrew from the pagoda, he heard Ye Wuchan shouting angrily:

"Xuanyuan Wuxiang, the eldest brother sewed the robe, you have a kind of dog, just crawl out of the soil, see if Lao Tzu doesn't pour you like a dead dog......"

(End of chapter)