Just as Ye Wuchan finished speaking, terrifying power suddenly surged in the pagoda, and golden Sanskrit words surged around Lin Huang, forming a Dharma cage.
"Abidao!"
Lin Huang didn't hesitate at all, and a powerful field opened up around his body, forcibly resisting the surrounding Dharma cage.
Two clanging sounds.
Avindao could not last more than three breaths before it was crushed by thousands of Sanskrit words in the pagoda and imprisoned in the forest wasteland again.
"For the Yin-Yang Valley, how many people in the Eastern Spirit Realm paid the price with their blood, does the donor know?"
Ye Wuchan looked at Lin Huang calmly, "From Xuanyuan Wuxiang, to the Xuanyuan family, to Chen Ruoxu, and your father Lin Changtian, today's human myth Xuanyuan Tibing..."
"How many people have shed their lives and blood for this and vowed to suppress Yin Yang Valley. Why is the donor unwilling to pay the slightest price for this?"
"The reason why the Eastern Spiritual Realm is peaceful and peaceful is because someone is carrying a heavy burden and moving forward. The donor has two martial souls. What's the harm in stripping off the Shura martial soul? Why is he unwilling to pay?"
"As the saying goes, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The donor peeled off a Shura and saved thousands of people in the world. It can be said that his merits are immeasurable!"
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan said one sentence after another. His half-white and jade-like face was still compassionate, but it made Lin Huang feel an endless chill.
"The poor monk has said so much to the benefactor, can't he still be able to influence the benefactor? Doesn't the benefactor have any righteousness in his heart, and ignores the lives of people in the world, treating human lives as nothing?"
Ye Wuchan's voice was like the roar of a Buddhist lion, shaking Lin Huang's soul.
"Since the benefactor is unwilling to strip away Shura, the poor monk can only harm the benefactor. The poor monk promises that as long as Shura is taken away, he will not harm the benefactor's life!"
Ye Wuchan spoke again, with the Buddha-nature in his eyes becoming even more profound. As he spoke, his white and soft jade hand grabbed the golden picture scroll suspended in the void and slowly unfolded it.
In an instant, an ancient Buddha was lying on the golden scroll, singing ancient Zen chants.
Lin Huang's complexion changed drastically, and his struggle became more intense. Feeling the supreme power intruding into his body, the Heavenly Shura roared in his body, and the terrifying power poured out, killing everyone in all directions.
Ye Wuchan held the golden picture scroll in his hand, held the flower and chuckled, "If the donor has integrated the power of the eight-arm Shura Cauldron, this golden picture scroll will naturally not be able to do anything to the donor. But Shura who has not grown up will eventually be suppressed by the Buddha!"
"Donor Lin, don't worry. After stripping away the Shura in the donor's body, the poor monk will chant sutras for the donor day and night to keep the donor safe throughout his life!"
Ye Wuchan continued, and during the interaction between his jade hands, he placed the golden scroll on Lin Huang's head. A terrifying holy light then fell down, covering Lin Huang's body.
Inside the body, Tian Shura hissed and roared, frantically killing the Buddha's light that invaded the body.
Lin Huang also held his breath and concentrated, constantly resisting the power of the golden scroll. However, the ancient Buddha's light seemed to have the power to transform everything in the world.
Tian Shura's crazy killing power was invisible.
In the mysterious sea, the ancient Buddhist runes form the Great Dao Divine Chain, which gradually traps Tian Shura and pulls him out of the mysterious sea of forest and wasteland little by little.
Ouch!
In the Xuanhai, the Eight Heavenly Dragon Spirits let out a terrifying roar, shaking the Xuanhai. Xiaohei turned into a jet-black stream of light and violently hit the Ancient Buddha Chain.
"The benefactor's fate is like this, why bother struggling?"
Ye Wuchan clasped his hands and chuckled, his brows filled with indifference and compassion, "The poor monk has been practicing for more than two hundred years and has already entered the realm of the King of Martial Arts. No matter how powerful the benefactor is, it will not help!"
In the pagoda, Lin Huang gritted his teeth and remained silent, never giving up on killing the ancient Buddha chain in his body. No one could force him to go against his will.
Even Ye Wuchan.
Even if it is to save the world.
Lin Huang is not a saint.
Buzz…
Just as Lin Huang continued to struggle, the dark mysterious sea suddenly filled with ancient golden light, and an ancient Buddha's chant rose from the barrier of the mysterious sea, immediately crushing the Buddhist and Taoist chains that bound Tian Shura.
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan's expression changed and he felt something was wrong.
At this moment, half of Ye Wuchan's demonic face also trembled, causing Ye Wuchan's Buddhist face to move and look panicked, and then he said anxiously:
"The demon body of the poor monk is about to awaken. I hope the donor can make a decision soon. Once the demon body controls the will of the poor monk, the donor will definitely die!"
"Only the Shura in the donor's body can turn into the eighth imprisoning formation eye to suppress the poor monk's demonic body that is about to awaken!"
Ye Wuchan said anxiously and sincerely, his eyes full of compassion and wind and frost.
In the pagoda, Lin Huang closed his eyes and said nothing, killing the Buddhist and Taoist divine chains that were constantly condensing in his body again and again.
Seeing that Lin Huang was silent, Ye Wuchan's expression became increasingly pitiful, and he couldn't help scolding, "Is it possible that life and death in this world, and the righteousness of this world, are so worthless in the eyes of the benefactor?"
"The good-looking ones must be compassionate, and the ugly ones are destined to be devils? Are you...really Ye Wuchan's Buddha body?"
Lin Huang suddenly spoke, staring at half of Ye Wuchan's face as white as jade with lightning eyes.
Ye Wuchan looked stunned for a moment, but then he sighed and smiled, "After sitting in Wuchan Temple for two hundred years, he became the half-demon and half-Buddha he is today. Is it possible that all he got in exchange was the benefactor's doubts?"
"Donor, you are indeed a heartless and righteous person!"
Before Ye Wuchan finished speaking, he suddenly stood up.
The moment the latter stood up, countless blood crows flew out from under him, making shrill screams that made Lin Huang's soul numb, as if he was falling into hell.
The countless blood crows rushed into Lin Huang's body one by one, trying to turn him into a monster and a puppet.
In the mysterious sea, Tian Shura roared, constantly crushing the blood crow's power.
Ye Wuchan stepped forward, with great compassion on his fair face, "The poor monk has been living in Buddhism for more than two hundred years, and today he will finally hold the butcher knife again. Please don't resent the poor monk. What the poor monk has done
Everything is for the common people of the world!"
Looking at Ye Wuchan, who was slowly approaching, letting the blood crows fly wildly, Lin Huang struggled more and more violently, and his nasal passages were opened countless times, only to be crushed countless times.
Ye Wuchan had a compassionate face and a gentle smile. He reached into the void with a white jade hand and shot towards Lin Huang's eyebrows. There seemed to be a secret smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Amitabha!"
At this moment, an astonishing Buddhist sound rang out from the pagoda.
A terrifying murderous aura spread out, making Lin Huang's scalp numb. When he raised his head, he saw that half of Ye Wuchan's demonic face was moving.
The closed eyes on the demon's face began to slowly open.
Ye Wuchan's face changed drastically, and he fiercely attacked Lin Huang with his index finger...
A clanging sound.
The moment Ye Wuchan's jade finger fell, it was blocked by a ferocious palm.
That terrifying palm was right in front of Lin Huang's eyes. It looked murderous, but it saved Lin Huang's life. Lin Huang raised his head and saw Ye Wuchan's half-demon face staring at him, with a smile on his face.
Seems extremely vicious.
"Donor Lin, the demon body has awakened. Quickly peel off the heavenly Shura and help the poor monk kill this half demon body!"
Ye Wuchan shouted.
"Is that so..."
Lin Huang suddenly spoke, looking at Ye Wuchan's half-demon face with a smile.
The half demon face also showed a smile, still looking ferocious. The latter ignored Ye Wuchan, who had half a Buddha face. He just raised his ferocious palm, pressed it against Lin Huang's palm, and said with a chuckle:
"Read after me..."
"With my eyes, I can spy on all living beings!"
In the pagoda, Lin Huang then spoke, "With my eyes, I can spy on all living beings!"
"With my eyes, I can spy on all living beings. With my magic robe, I can cover the sky. With my blood, I can spread it all over the journey. With my corpse, I can protect Kyushu forever!"
In the pagoda, Lin Huang lowered his eyebrows and echoed, "With my eyes, I can spy on all living beings. With my magic robe, I can cover the sky. With my blood, I can spread it all over the journey. With my corpse, I can keep Kyushu under control forever!"