In a sea of glittering golden light, Mu Yu is independent of the lotus heart, resisting the invasion of the Buddha sound. His eyes were firm and deep, like a starry night sky, with an indescribable persistence and determination.

The lotus flowers under his feet, verdant and verdant, bloomed, carrying them slowly into the depths of the sea of suffering. It is a lotus flower carrying hope and obsession, and its existence proves Mu Yu's tenacity and unyieldingness. The lotus flower glides in the rough waters, like a graceful crane, dancing in the wind.

The surrounding Buddha shadows, like dreams, seem to be the most real existence in the world, but they also seem to be ethereal illusions. Every Buddha shadow exudes coercion, and that coercion is as heavy as a mountain, as bottomless as an abyss. It was an invisible force that squeezed Mu Yu's body in an irresistible gesture, trying to make him succumb.

However, Mu Yu did not give in. He stood on top of the lotus, his back straight, and with his tenacity and wisdom he resisted it all. There was a determined glint in his eyes, and that was his only weapon against the invasion of the Buddha. His heart was filled with endless faith, which was the source of his strength to resist the coercion of the Buddha's shadow.

He clasped his palms together lightly, palms facing the sky, and whispered a mysterious incantation between his lips. Those spells moistened his mind like nectar, keeping him calm and steadfast. With his faith and courage as a sword, and his wisdom and perseverance as a shield, he resisted the invasion of the Buddha sound and the coercion of the Buddha shadow.

They continued onward, toward the depths of the bitter sea.

On the vast and boundless sea of suffering, the grand scene of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty is shocking. The vast sky seemed to have turned into a huge canopy, on which the golden silhouettes of countless Buddha shadows were reflected, and they seemed to gather from all directions, gathering on this sea of suffering.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake stood on the edge of the bitter sea, and they felt a powerful pressure, as if thousands of mountains were pressing on their shoulders, making them almost unable to stand firmly. Their hearts beat like a drum in a storm, thumping and pounding, as if they were struggling to survive under the pressure of the sea of suffering.

The Great Tengu, Moroga, and Curry behind them were also suppressed by this force, and their bodies trembled slightly. These powerful creatures are also so fragile at this moment, as if they are fallen leaves in a storm, ready to be blown away by the wind at any moment.

However, Mu Yu and Yang Cake are not easy people to succumb. They resist this coercion with tenacity and strength, like seedlings struggling in front of a boulder, trying to grow upward. Their strength is like a raging wave, rolling up patches of stormy waves.

Behind them, the Great Tengu, Moroga, and Curry also stabilized themselves above the Sea of Bitterness, their strength intertwined with the power of Mu Yu and Yang Cake, forming an impregnable line of defense. Their power shines like stars, radiating dazzling light.

Under this incomparably huge pressure, Mu Yu and Yang Cake and the partners behind them did not give in. Their strength and courage surpass the pressure of the bitter sea, like a reef in the sea, although they are hit by the waves, they always stand.

This scene is so grand, so solemn, so sacred, that people feel both their own insignificance and the greatness of life. It is a picture that transcends words and brushes, it depicts an indescribable majesty and endless majesty.

His eyes revealed the calmness and majesty of the Ten Thousand Buddhas. Their figures stood like a mountain in the midst of the wind, and they stood still no matter how the wind and waves rolled.

Their pressure, like thousands of mountains, weighed down heavily, as if they were about to crush the entire sea of suffering. However, they did not back down, but took the pressure steadily. Their bodies swayed in the wind, but their eyes were as calm and firm as a thousand years of ice.

In front of them, the shadow and sound of the Buddha above the sea of suffering began to slowly dissipate. It was a majestic and compassionate voice that reverberated across the sea, leaving everyone who heard it to feel an incomparable sense of tranquility and peace. Now, however, the sound faded away like morning dew under the scorching sun, disappearing into the air, and disappearing above the sea of suffering.

Despite this, the pressure Mu Yu and Yang Cake did not waver in the slightest. They know that this is their trial, a challenge they have to face. Their hearts are full of determination and faith, and they believe that as long as they stick to their beliefs and stick to their own path, no matter what pressure or difficulty, they will not be able to defeat them.

Their figures appear more and more lonely and resilient above the sea of suffering. They faced the dissipating shadow and sound of the Buddha, but they were not afraid. Because their hearts are filled with firm conviction and endless courage. They firmly believe that as long as they have a Buddha in their hearts, they can find a way out no matter what kind of difficulties and pressures they face.

Finally, the shadow of the Buddha and the sound of the Buddha completely dissipated above the sea of suffering. Pressure Mu Yu and Yang Cake glanced at each other, and each read the firmness and determination in each other's eyes. They knew that the trial was over.

On the bitter sea that has been restored, Mu Yu and Yang Cake stand side by side.

Suddenly, in front of them, the surface of the sea began to fluctuate, as if it was slowly being swept away by an invisible force. It was a skeleton, a skeleton in a monk's robe, and it emerged leisurely on the surface of the sea, like an isolated island. The appearance of the bones caused the entire sea of suffering to shake, and a solemn and sacred atmosphere permeated the sea.

The appearance of this skeleton made Mu Yu and Yang Cake stunned. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other, both seeing the wonder and awe in each other's eyes. They knew that this was the Buddhist master who had passed away here, and his bones must have a deep meaning when they appeared at this moment.

The appearance of the bones brought calm back to the bitter sea, as if all the strife and waves had stopped at this moment. The ripples on the surface of the sea rippled around the bones, as if paying homage to the Buddhist master. The sea gently lifted the skeleton and placed him in front of the two of them.

The bones were tattered monk's robes, and the ancient cloth was hunting in the sea breeze. Although the years had eroded his body, his face still shone with compassion and wisdom. That is the essence of Buddhism, that is his care and teachings for the world.

Mu Yu and Yang Cake bowed their heads in front of the bones, which was their respect for this Buddhist master.

The bones of the body that died quietly lay quietly in the deep darkness, seemingly calm, but containing endless majesty. Each bone of the skeleton is like jade polished by time, smooth and hard, and its color is different shades of gray, like the fall of the stars in the fable, turning into mortal smoke and dust.

However, the skeleton did not exude any coercion, it lay quietly there, like a hero who had been asleep for a thousand years, waiting for the moment to wake up. The atmosphere around is solemn, but not oppressive. You can clearly feel the ancient, vicissitudes of life it exudes, as if telling the past years and everything it has experienced.

However, behind the bones, visions are frequent. Those suppressed demonic phantoms seemed to be bound by invisible chains, struggling and roaring, but they could not break free from the invisible shackles. Their eyes burned with anger, and their limbs twisted to reveal a sense of powerlessness. The existence of these demonic phantoms seemed to tell of the battles and victories of the past, and their anger and fear condensed in the air, forming a strange and powerful atmosphere.

In the dark sea of bitterness, a mysterious demon pestle stood there, standing heavily in the palm of the bones, exuding a terrifying coercion. This coercion is like a mountain of mountains, calm and heavy, as if even this piece of heaven and earth cannot bear its weight. This is a power that surpasses the ordinary blade, and has reached the level of a holy soldier, even better than the five-square Ming Halberd used by the Mu Dou Emperor.

Mu Yu's eyes widened, and he deeply felt the oppression released by this demon pestle, like thousands of mountains pressing heavily on his heart. It was a suffocating sensation, and he even felt his heart start to go viral. He was amazed in his heart, he didn't expect that in this vast sea of suffering, there would be such a powerful weapon.

It is a kind of coercion from the depths of the soul, as if it can directly crush people's souls. Mu Yu felt as if he was enveloped by an invisible huge mountain, and even the slightest movement became extremely difficult. He couldn't take his eyes off it, he couldn't help but feel the coercion from the demon pestle.

This demon pestle is like a sleeping dragon, although it is still asleep, but once it awakens, it will surely set off an earth-shattering storm. Mu Yu could feel the powerful power it contained, a power that was enough to change the color of the heavens and the earth and make all things tremble.

All these visions were emanating from the demon pestle in front of the bones. It was an ancient magic weapon, with intricate runes engraved on its surface, each of which seemed to shimmer with a faint light. The Demon Pestle is like a silent guardian, its presence preventing the demonic phantom from approaching the bones, and making the surrounding aura strange and tense.

In this scene, the bones, the demon phantom, and the demon pestle form a delicate balance. Although the skeleton seems to be calm, its existence is like a mountain, calm and determined. The Demon Phantom roared with rage, but it couldn't upset the balance. The Demon Pestle, on the other hand, is like the guardian of this world, its power blocking all forces that might upset the balance.

In this mysterious scene, everything seems to be still, but in the silence there is endless power and story. You can clearly feel the mystery and complexity of this world, and you can also feel the power and majesty emanating from the bones and the pestle.

The demon pestle became the center of attention. Not only is it powerful, but it also carries a mysterious majesty. This huge pestle is dark black and full of heavy metallic texture, as if it tells its ancient and powerful history.

Mu Yu's intuition surged like a tide, and he stood there, staring deeply at the demon pestle. There was an indescribable uneasiness in his heart, which seemed to foretell the danger that was coming. He silently scanned his surroundings, the mysterious laws that had blocked their fight had disappeared, and there was an indescribable sense of oppression, as if they had been loosened by an invisible bondage, and they were back in the race for life and death.

Behind him, in the darkness, Curry's figure gradually emerged. His eyes gleamed with a cold light, an emotionless cruelty. In his hand he clutched a black dagger, his weapon and the proclamation of his sentence. He approached Mu Yu step by step, and each footstep was like a death knell ringing in an empty church, echoing in everyone's ears.

Mu Yu took a deep breath, he knew that he could no longer have any hesitation. He stared at Curry intensely, silently counting his steps. He felt his eyes lock on him like cold steel, Curry's threat to him. However, Mu Yu was not afraid, his eyes flashed with determination, ready to deal with the next attack.

In the bitter sea, Mu Yu and Curry are like two mountain peaks colliding with each other, each other's attack power is strong enough to make the waves churn, like a precursor to the end of the world.

Mu Yu, his face was as pale as snow, and the blood from the wound was slowly oozing out, staining his clothes crimson. His eyes remained steadfast, like the Beidou in the night sky, never lost despite the faint light. Every breath he took was accompanied by pain, and every punch was bloody. Like a scarred warrior, he still forged ahead and defy the odds.

Compared to Mu Yu, Curry's attack is more like a raging storm, unstoppable. Each of his attacks was like a huge wave, setting off a stormy wave in the sea of suffering. His power was like an endless wave, hitting Mu Yu's defense again and again, as if to swallow everything in it. His eyes gleamed with cruelty, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.

The attacks of the two were intertwined in the sea of suffering, like thunder and lightning, shaking the whole world. Every collision between them makes the sea of bitterness churn, and every confrontation changes the color of heaven and earth. In this fierce battle, they seemed to be two giant peaks in the sea of bitterness, and no matter what the storm, they could not make them retreat.

Their battle made the bitter sea furious, like a giant monster rolling in the sea, setting off a monstrous wave. The waves seemed to engulf the whole world, and people felt an indescribable fear. However, before this huge wave, both Mu Yu and Curry showed great tenacity and determination, as if they were ready to face anything.

Yang Cake opened with absolute gluttonous power, instantly blocking the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraga. His power turned into an impenetrable barrier, holding back the two formidable foes. At this time, Yang Cake's eyes flashed with a violent light, like a mighty giant beast, which could not be ignored.

At the same time, Mu Yu, who was at the other end of the war, was not optimistic. He was beaten back by Curry, and he seemed to have reached his limit with serious injuries. Every time Mu Yu resisted, it was extremely difficult. His figure swayed in the wind, as if it could fall at any moment.

Yang Cake blocked the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraka with his gluttonous strength, and his eyes flashed with determination. He knew that as long as he still had a breath, he couldn't let Mu Yu face Curry's attack alone. It's a wordless commitment, a firm determination.

Yang Cake used all his strength to exert his gluttonous power to the extreme, blocking the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraga. His figure swayed in the wind, but his eyes were more determined than ever. He knew that this was the only way he could protect Mu Yu.

The attacks of the Great Tengu and Moroka kept falling on Yang Cake's barrier, but neither of them was able to break through his defenses. The power of Yang Cake is like a mountain, stable and powerful, blocking their way.

At the same time, Mu Yu was more and more seriously injured under Curry's attack. His body was no longer able to withstand any more blows. Seeing all this, Yang Cake's heart was full of worry. He knew that he had to break the deadlock as soon as possible, otherwise Mu Yu would not be able to withstand more damage.

Yang Cake's eyes became more determined, and he raised his strength to the limit, pushing away the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moroka with gluttonous power. He charged Curry and decided to change all that with his own power.

Curry is like a god of war possessed, and his whole body is filled with an unrivaled momentum. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Mu Yu opposite. His hand clenched the sword, a terrifying force that was about to explode like thunder.

Suddenly, a mysterious phantage appeared around Curry's body, and it was none other than Ares, the legendary god of war. His image is as hot as molten iron and as cold as steel, imbued with endless majesty and power. He held a huge battle axe in his hand, as if it could tear through space and shock people's hearts.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, Ares' phantom instantly turned into a huge battle axe, slashing towards Mu Yu with unparalleled strength and speed. It was as if that force could tear the heavens and the earth apart, causing a storm.

In the face of this earth-shattering attack, Mu Yu's expression did not change. He stared intently at the rapidly flying axe, and a powerful momentum erupted from his body. Behind him, a mysterious aura loomed, it was his Heavenly Destiny Realm, a kind of shelter from fate.

A flickering sword suddenly appeared in Mu Yu's hand, and he jumped forward, like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, and instantly rushed towards the giant axe. His sword struck the great axe with precision, bursting with brilliant light and triggering another, more intense storm.

This duel is as thrilling as a mythical battle. Curry's God of War power and Mu Yu's Heavenly Destiny Realm interweave a magnificent picture in this heaven and earth, which makes people sigh.

Their attacks sent waves in the midst of the sea of suffering, each wave towering into the sky like a mountain peak, each with an irresistible force. Their battle has gone beyond a simple competition of strength, but also a contest of will and perseverance.