Mu Yu's body is thin, like a lonely boat surging in a raging storm. His chest rose and fell, and each rise and fall carried with it a deep pain. The pain was intense, like a hot iron burning on his soul, making every breath he took as if he was struggling in the abyss. His eyes flashed with determination, and even if he was seriously injured, it did not diminish his fighting spirit in the slightest.

He is a genius who opened the realm under the fiefdom, and his existence is like a thorn in the sky that cannot be ignored for Curry. With an incomparably tenacious willpower, he resisted the power that emanated from the realm. His eyes were full of determination and determination, as if to announce to the world that he would not give in easily.

However, at this time, he was on the verge of life and death, seriously injured, and his strength was almost exhausted. He is like a deer shot by a hunter, and although he is full of strength to struggle, he is already unable to resist the impending death.

Curry, the figure looming in the moonlight, walked towards Mu Yu step by step. There was a fierce glint in his eyes, like a tiger staring at its prey. He has seen that this Mu Yu is his great enemy, and only by getting rid of him now can he do it once and for all.

So, he launched a ferocious attack. That power rushed towards Mu Yu like a torrent, trying to swallow him. However, Mu Yu was not afraid, he looked directly at Curry with a death-defying look, as if announcing his indomitable to the world.

Yang Bao saw Curry attacking the seriously injured Mu Yu, and he clearly felt the weakness of Mu Yu's life, like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. Yang Cake rushed towards Mu Yu desperately, wanting to rescue him, wanting to pull him back from the brink of death.

However, his path was not smooth. The Great Tengu and the Moroga, two mighty enemies, stood in his way like two impassable mountains. Their eyes were full of coldness and cruelty, as if they were enjoying this game of life and death. Every movement of Yang Cake, every breath, became so difficult.

The Great Tengu's wings spread out in the darkness like a demon in the night sky, and he laughed at Yang Cake's struggle. And Moraga, his body exudes a strange power, and every wave of his hand seems to shake the whole world. The two of them joined forces to make the rescue of Yang Cake extremely difficult.

However, Yang Cake did not give up. He fought with all his might and fought fiercely against these two powerful enemies. With every swing, every charge, he seemed to declare war on fate, on this unjust world. Even though his body was exhausted, and even though his strength was almost exhausted, he still persevered. Because he knows that this is his mission, this is his responsibility. He wants to save the shepherd, no matter what the cost.

Yang Cake's body shone in the light, like a star lit up in the night sky. Her eyes were deep, as if they could swallow up the brilliance of all life. A powerful force poured out of her body, like a volcano erupting, hot and furious.

Her skin became hard as iron, and every inch of her skin seemed to emit a strong shock. A black-haired man danced wildly, like a ghost in the dark, roaring in the wind. On Yang Cake's body, a powerful coercion was like a tiger coming out of the gate, breaking the surrounding peace.

Her hand was clenched into a fist, and an irresistible force was instantly condensed. With each punch, it was as if it tore the space apart and made time stand still. It is a power that transcends the material world, a power that can destroy everything.

Yang Cake's power exploded, like a huge whirlpool forming around it. Everything is sucked into this vortex, including the Great Tengu and Moraga. They struggled in horror, but could not escape the all-engulfing maelstrom.

However, Yang Cake's body was also trembling. Her eyes became hollow, as if she had lost herself. Her power is so powerful that even she can't control it. She fell into a state of madness, unable to distinguish friend from foe, and only knew how to destroy.

At this moment, Yang Cake became a terrifying saboteur. Her power surged like the waves of the sea, engulfing everything. And she herself disappeared in this whirlpool, becoming an existence that lost herself and fell into madness.

Yang Cake saw that Mu Yu was about to be killed, so he could only completely let go of the seal of gluttonous power, and the taboo was eaten in all directions!

A dark void suddenly unfolded behind Yang Cake, and an irresistible attraction surged in it. Her eyes shone with a mad light, as if a wild and powerful demon had awakened within her. The originally delicate face became strange and terrifying, and the skin on the face squirmed like waves, as if it wanted to swallow everything into it.

The power of Taboo Devouring erupted, engulfing the surrounding space in an instant. The originally prosperous city turned into a barren land in an instant, and all the buildings, people, and vehicles were pulled by an invisible force and gathered around Yang Cake. The moment these objects approached the Yang Cake, they were swept into the void by a powerful suction force and disappeared without a trace.

At the last moment when Mu Yu was engulfed by this power, he saw Yang Cake's face. Her eyes were full of madness and greed, but they also revealed a deep sadness and helplessness. At this moment, Mu Yu understood that Yang Cake was not a demon girl, she was just a poor girl who was forced by fate and had to release the most terrible power in her heart.

The power of the Forbidden Devouring Universe raged like a raging storm on everything around him, but in front of this force, Mu Yu felt a strange calm.

The battle axe in Curry's hand made a sharp arc in the air, and the blade of the axe shimmered in the sunlight. The surprise and hostility in his eyes instantly turned into determination, and in the face of the gluttonous girl who was like a beast, his will to fight was instantly high. The girl rushed towards Curry with an unstoppable madness, without the slightest hesitation or flinching.

Her eyes sparkled with a wild light, and the corners of her mouth turned up, as if enjoying this wild battle. Her movements are undisciplined, but she has incredible strength and speed. Curry instantly judged that this girl was far more powerful than he imagined.

At this time, the Great Tengu and Moroka also joined the battlefield. The Great Tengu wielded a huge feather fan, and the attack was fierce like a storm. Moraga, on the other hand, unleashed a powerful magical power that caused a series of violent explosions. However, despite the fierce and tight attacks of the three of them, they could not completely suppress the crazy gluttonous girl.

Her power seemed to be endless, and each attack was like a tiger descending from a mountain, furious and ferocious. Sometimes she shuttled between the three of them at breakneck speed, and sometimes she slammed straight into them with brute force. The battle seems to turn into a wild dance, with the four dancing on the battlefield, colliding, separating, and colliding again.

Curry felt a sense of crisis that he had never felt before. The young girl was completely beyond their expectations, and her madness and strength seemed to destroy them completely. However, even in the face of such a predicament, Curry's eyes remained steadfast. He knew that the outcome of this battle would determine their survival. Therefore, he has to do everything he can, and no matter what the result is, he has to face it.

Yang Cake's figure looked extremely thin in the sea of bitterness. His body swayed in the cold wind, like a firm barrier in front of the three of Kuri Taitengu and Moraga. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if no amount of strength could shake his determination.

Mu Yu watched all this quietly, his heart full of anxiety. He knew that although Yang Cake's combat power and tenacious will were admirable, the Demon Pestle was the weapon they needed most at the moment in his hands. He must take it as soon as possible to help them in their battle.

So, Mu Yu cautiously approached the poplar cake. However, at the moment when he was about to touch the pestle of the demon lord, his eyes were drawn to the scriptures next to the corpse. The cover of that scripture book was worn out and the pages were yellowed, but the ancient wisdom and power revealed in it frightened Mu Yu.

He hesitated. Mu Yu knew that this scripture could be the key to their fight against the enemy. But time waits for no one, and Yang Cake's figure has become blurred in his vision. He had to make a choice: should he take the Demon Pestle or take the mysterious tome with him?

This decision filled Mu Yu's heart with struggle. He knew that whatever he chose could affect the outcome of this fight. However, he also understands that he has to make a decision. Because he is their hope, their leader. He couldn't let his indecision affect their future.

In the end, Mu Yu's eyes were firm. He turned to the book, his heart full of determination. He knew he had to make the right choice.

Under Yang Cake's crazy attack, Curry and Datengu have been in a state of extreme tension. Yang Cake's attack was fierce and fierce, so that the two of them had to go all out, and they didn't dare to relax their vigilance at all. Their every movement was full of hardship and struggle, as if they were moving forward in an endless storm, trying to keep themselves on their feet.

However, just as they were about to collapse, Moroka suddenly vanished. He melted into the shadow, and his figure disappeared into the air in an instant, leaving only a faint shadow trail. Curry and the Great Tengu were stunned by this incident, and they could not understand Moraga's actions, let alone that he was heading in the direction of the Demon Pestle.

"Moraga!" Curry roared angrily, his voice filled with disappointment and pain. He couldn't understand why Moroja wanted to leave them at this critical moment, let alone accept his betrayal. The Great Tengu also looked shocked, unable to believe his eyes, let alone comprehend what was happening in front of him.

However, Moraga's figure had disappeared into the shadows, and he quickly departed in the direction of the Demon Pestle. His actions left Curry and the Great Tengu feeling a sense of betrayal like never before, and their hearts were filled with anger and pain.

Moraga's figure was like an illusory ghost, he melted into the shadows, like a dancer in the night, gliding towards the demon pestle with an extremely strange posture. His goal is to subdue the demon pestle, and he is also Mu Yu, and he is going to deliver a fatal blow.

Moroka emerged from the shadows, holding in his hand a dagger bent like a crescent moon with a cold glow. There was a fierce cold light in his eyes, and his face was full of murderous intent. He knew that this blow had to be successful.

However, just as he was about to touch the demon pestle, Mu Yu's finger lightly touched the scripture. An invisible shield rose in an instant, like an impenetrable barrier, blocking Moroja's killing moves.

A trace of consternation flashed in Moroga's eyes, he didn't expect Mu Yu to be able to trigger the protection mechanism of the scriptures at this critical moment. In desperation, he could only change his strategy and turn around to seize the Demon Pestle. However, at this moment, Mu Yu was ready, his eyes flashed with determination, and he clenched the scripture with both hands, directing the power of the scripture to the demon pestle.

Seeing this, Moroga knew that his attack had failed, and he could only watch as the Demon Pestle slowly flew back to its original position under the protection of Mu Yu. He secretly said in his heart: "That's it." Then the figure slipped and disappeared into the darkness.

It was a thrilling battle, and although Moroga failed to win in the end, Mu Yu was deeply shocked by his strength and determination. He knew that this enemy was not to be underestimated, and he must always be vigilant in case he was found by Moroka again.

While everyone was paying attention to the Demon Pestle, they missed this tiny detail. And this detail is enough to change everything. Mu Yu's movements were so fast that people couldn't notice it, as if he was just looking for a piece of memory lost in this world.

What he picked up was the Sakya Sutra, which was called "the greatest chance". This is a long-lost scripture that contains the wisdom and power of Shakyamuni Buddha in legend. This Buddhist scripture is now gently held in Mu Yu's hand.

At this sacred moment, Mu Yu's heart was filled with joy and awe. He understood that this opportunity was given to him by the Buddha, and it was the greatest opportunity of his life. He took a deep breath, held the sutra tightly in his arms, and began to merge.

His mind was focused on the sutra and tried to communicate with it. Gradually, his body began to emit a soft light, and these rays of light flowed towards the Buddhist scriptures like warm currents. The Buddhist scriptures also began to emit a faint light, and the two were attracted to each other, as if there was an invisible force pulling them.

As time passed, the light of Mu Yu and the Buddhist scriptures became more and more intense, until finally, their light completely merged. A bright ball of light was formed. In this ball of light, Mu Yu seemed to see the movement of thousands of worlds and heard the call of the Buddha.

Mu Yu just stood there quietly. His eyes were as deep as the sea, as if they could contain the entire universe. He had a smile on his face, which was anticipation for the future and admiration for the Buddha. The demon pestle in his hand also lay there quietly, and it seemed to feel the change in Mu Yu.

Gradually, the ball of light began to shrink until it finally disappeared completely into Mu Yu's body. At this moment, the pastoral rain seems to have become deeper and taller. There is an infinite amount of power and wisdom in his body.

And in the process, all the believers held their breath, as if they were afraid that their breathing would disturb Mu Yu's ceremony. Their eyes were filled with awe and adoration. This is the saint in their hearts, their leader. They have immense trust and expectation in him.

In the ancient and mysterious Zen, Mu Yu stands in a unique posture in the golden light. His whole body seemed to be wrapped in an invisible force, emitting a brilliant light, as if it was cast from pure gold. This is not only a visual shock, but also a deep touch of the soul.

His past body, like an ancient Buddha statue, is quiet and profound. There was endless wisdom and deep compassion in his eyes. Although his face has been eroded by the years, he can still see the handsomeness and perseverance he once had. Although his body was shrouded in golden light, he could still feel the heavy precipitation of the years.

His present body is as stable and firm as a mountain. He stood there like a rock, and no matter how strong the wind and waves were, he would not waver. His eyes are like an abyss, he can't see the bottom, but he can feel his persistence and persistence in the world. His body, though shrouded in light, could still feel the surge of deep power.

His future body, like the rising sun, is full of hope and light. His eyes were full of anticipation for the future and love for life. His face was full of determination and faith in the future. His body, although shrouded in light, could still feel the endless vitality.

Mu Yu's three bodies fused together to form a complete and unique existence. He is like the embodiment of a Buddha, with both the wisdom and compassion of a Buddha and the firmness and persistence of a Buddha. He stood like a huge golden sculpture in the golden light, standing between heaven and earth.

Muyu, the name contains a deep calmness and tenacity that has endured wind and rain. His past body is the history he has walked step by step in the long river of time, his experience, his emotions, his growth, and his pain and happiness.

His past body is a lonely traveler struggling in the endless wind and rain. At that time, he was young and fearless, and he never flinched in the face of life's tribulations. He straightened his back, endured the baptism of wind and rain, and stepped through the muddy road with firm steps, heading into the unknown distance.

His past incarnation is that of an explorer looking for light in the endless darkness. At that time, although he was trapped in the abyss of darkness, he never gave up the pursuit of light. He used pain and frustration to hone his will, and with hope and faith, he illuminated the road ahead.

His past body is a warrior who grows through endless challenges. At that time, although he faced failures and setbacks again and again, he never gave up his confidence in himself. Every time he falls, it is the cornerstone for him to stand more solidly next time. His courage and perseverance allow him to continue to grow and surpass himself in the face of challenges.

His past body is the trace he left on the big stage of life. At that time, every breath, every smile, and every tear were traces of his life. They record his growth, his pain, his joys, and shape who he is now.

Now, when he looks back at the past, he can see the past body that has been forged step by step. It was a solid foundation that gave him the courage and strength to face the challenges ahead. He is grateful for the storms, the darkness, and the challenges that have come through him because they have shaped him and made him who he is.