When the finger bones of the living Buddha shattered, it also meant that it had exhausted the last trace of strength in the relic.

The Buddha statue with a body that connects heaven and earth is not angry, and slowly stretches out a finger.

Beneath his fingers was the small figure of the old man.

Situ Nanfeng was really very small under that finger, like a drop in the ocean, and his body swayed in the air.

But in the end, there was no backing.

The old man, who had lived for an unknown number of years, suddenly had a glimmer of light in his eyes at this moment, and the color of thought flashed, and then, as if he had made some kind of determination, his somewhat withered arms clenched into fists.

A warm white glow quietly emerged, winding up around his body, brushing over his old face and snow-white hair.

Close your eyes.

Open.

When Situ Nanfeng opened his eyes, the old eyes revealed a completely different look from the past.

Ye Wuwu, who couldn't help retreating while holding his junior sister's figure, saw this scene, his expression was slightly stunned, and then he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Penglai?

At this moment, the proud look in Situ Nanfeng's eyes was almost exactly the same as the man Ye Wuwu saw in the picture scroll.

It was a look of arrogance and uninhibitedness.

The old man clenched his fists.

The light is revealed, and the green tendons are blooming.

But on the palm, there is no trace of old wrinkles inexplicably, but it is as warm as jade.

He threw a punch.

It was obviously in the air, but it was like hitting the surface of the water, and there were ripples in the air visible to the naked eye, which exploded from the tip of the fist.

It was like a boulder dropped on the surface of a calm lake, and then the waves receded, and the ripples echoed in all directions.

The Buddha statue also fell with a bang.

Full flood.

But it was silent.

The golden light condensed, as if it had bloomed with the last power, and it was extremely dazzling.

"Cangyang Cuo ......"

Ye Wuwu whispered silently, his eyes looked ahead, and there was a golden light shining in his eyes.

I wonder if the golden light emitted by the bright finger is reflected in the eyes, or something else?

The Buddha statue has no eyes, but Ye Wuwu knows with great certainty that it is looking at himself.

"Buddhahood."

For some reason, such a voice suddenly appeared in Ye Wuwu's heart.

The sound of Buddha and the sound of chanting only sounded in Ye Wuwu's mind.

The face of the Buddha statue cannot see the joy and sorrow clearly.

But Ye Wuwu knew that the Buddha was asking like him.

If he wants to, then he can become a Buddha immediately.

He didn't know where the Buddhist scriptures that suddenly came out of his mind, and those majestic ideas filled his brain almost instantly, giving him a headache.

Of course, he didn't think that he would have the kind of natural qualifications to become a Buddha on the spot, let alone be selected as a Buddha or something in the dark.

Is this the opportunity that Cang Yangcuo left for himself?

Ye Wuwu could only guess like this.

After all, when this living Buddha's phalanges were shattered, then his life must have been endangered.

Is this opportunity to become a Buddha on the spot the last chance that this guy Cangyangcuo left for himself?

Ye Wuwu had an incomparably strong premonition in his heart.

If you choose to become a Buddha now, then the shadow of this Buddha statue can destroy Situ Nanfeng here.

If you give up.

Then even a finger of the living Buddha will definitely not be able to save himself.

……

When the golden-bodied Buddha statue dissipated, Ye Wuwu suddenly folded his hands and bowed respectfully to the sky.

Amitabha.

That was his choice.

I didn't choose the Buddha.

The Buddha didn't choose me either.

Greed and hatred.

Life and death are separated, joy, sorrow and joy.

If these things are to be abandoned after becoming a Buddha, then what is the point of the Buddha?

Is it possible to be with someone you love for another 500 years in the next life?

Such a Buddha, Ye Wuwu will not choose.

When the golden light finally dissipated, there seemed to be a murmur in Ye Wuwu's ears.

"You can't see through it."

Ye Wuwu chuckled.

He can't see through it.

He didn't want to see through it either.

Joys and sorrows, love-hate handover, he has to experience them one by one.

So he withdrew his gaze and didn't look at the sky.

Situ Nanfeng's figure still stands proudly between heaven and earth, standing in mid-air.

But his entire right arm was completely torn, and there were countless dense small scars.

With one punch after another, Situ Nanfeng was not unaffected at all.

But if it's just like this, even if there are a hundred more finger bones, they won't necessarily be able to kill the other party.

Until now, his junior sister Lu Caiwei's qi is still closed and conscious, but it is as if she has been given a fixation technique, and she can't move.

With less combat power, Ye Wuwu sighed secretly.

But it doesn't matter what matters, because it doesn't make a difference if there are many people or fewer people.

The old man in the sky spoke again at this moment, his voice indifferent.

"Ye Wuwu, you are poor in donkey skills."

That seems to be the case.

He felt for something.

A bluestone inkstone.

This was his last reliance.

The inkstone given to him by this Confucian sanctuary is, in a sense, more precious than the finger bones of the living Buddha.

After all, there are many living Buddhas in this world.

But there are only a few Confucian saints from ancient times to the present, up and down for thousands of years.

Seeing Ye Wuwu take out the inkstone, Situ Nanfeng's eyes condensed a little, but he was not surprised.

He had long known that Ye Wuwu still had an inkstone.

But the old man laughed.

"Ye Wuwu, do you dare to use it?"

This inkstone is Ye Wuwu's last reliance.

It is also the key to maintaining his vitality at this moment.

What this inkstone suppressed was Ye Wuwu's luck.

As long as he doesn't get too close to Lu Caiwei, this inkstone can always keep him safe and protect Ye Wuwu's own luck.

If the inkstone is broken, or if the power is exhausted, then it will not play a role in suppression.

At the current stage, even if he was very close to Lu Caiwei, Ye Wuwu's luck was still trickled away.

But if the inkstone dissipates, then Ye Wuwu's luck will be like the turbulent waves when the dam is released, and it will disappear in just an instant.

That's when he died.

That's why Situ Nanfeng sneered disdainfully and said, Do you dare to use it?

Ye Wuwu didn't answer immediately, just tilted his head and glanced at his junior sister.

Lu Caiwei couldn't speak, but in her eyes, she had already said a thousand words.

It is said that it is a thousand words, but in fact, there are only two words.

No.

Ye Wuwu nodded with a smile, and then took advantage of his junior sister's inability to move, stretched out his hand to the side of the other party's face, wanting to pinch his junior sister's cheek.

But before he could touch it, he immediately retracted it, and his eyes looked at his palms with a slight sigh.

The hands are too dirty.

Ye Wuwu finally raised his head and looked at the sky.

There is an answer to everything.

This incident is no exception.

It's nothing more than life and death.

The answer is simple.

It's been known for a long time.

At that time, the two of them stood side by side, laughing at each other and replying, "Then die." ”

But in my heart, no one wants to give up the other.

The answer is still the same. It hasn't changed.

So Ye Wuwu nodded and spoke.

"I really don't dare to use it."

Then, he threw out the inkstone.

(End of chapter)