But the moment Lin Huang uttered his words, the Heavenly Shura in his body shook violently, as if the endless fighting spirit in his body was activated. With a roar, the golden picture scroll fell from his head.
All the blood crows around him were killed.
The expression on Ye Wuchan's white Buddha face changed drastically, and he once again attacked Lin Huang. The demon body took action again, intercepting and killing the Buddha's hand.
A body, half Buddha and half demon, is now fighting.
"You actually woke up!"
Ye Wuchan roared with a Buddha face, the compassion on his face was gone, and he was full of ferocious killing intent.
"Do you think you were the only one who met Lin Changtian back then?"
The demon's face was full of ferocity, but his smile was very gentle. His scary voice made Lin Huang feel at peace in his heart, "Do you really think that this golden picture scroll is to peel off the heavenly Shura?"
Ye Wuchan's demonic body raised his hand, held the golden picture 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 I can't kill you, can you kill me?"
Ye Wuchan's Buddha body sneered.
"It was not possible two hundred years ago, it was not possible eighteen years ago, but it is possible today!"
Ye Wuchan's demon body sneered, turned to look at Lin Huang, and said with a calm smile: "Can you lend me a ray of Shura power in your body?"
"Donor Lin, please don't do it. The return of the demon body will be a great disaster to the world. Please help the poor monk kill the demon body!"
In the pagoda, Lin Huang looked at Ye Wuchan who was fighting with the Buddha and the demon body. After his expression became slightly condensed, a wisp of Shura power overflowed the pagoda and headed towards Ye Wuchan's demon body.
"Don't you dare, little thief!"
Ye Wuchan Buddha was furious and shot towards Lin Huang again.
"You are so presumptuous!"
Ye Wuchan's demonic body angrily scolded, and with the power of Shura in his palm, he obliterated the attack of the Buddha's body with one finger. Then, with the overwhelming blood energy, he obliterated it towards the Buddha's body.
Rumble.
In the pagoda, the battle continued. The demon body holding the power of Shura seemed to be restraining the Buddha body, and gradually suppressed and eroded it, as if with divine help.
In just a moment, Ye Wuchan's Buddha's body began to become ferocious, no longer as white as jade.
"You and I are one body. If this Buddha were to die, you would never live for more than seven days!"
Ye Wuchan shouted loudly, his clear eyes filled with anger.
"Two hundred years of sinking is enough!"
Ye Wuchan's demon body chuckled lightly, and just as he finished speaking, he slapped the Buddha's body on the chest with a palm. With a pop, Ye Wuchan's Buddha body vomited blood and his brows froze.
In just a few breaths, Ye Wuchan's Buddha body disappeared at a speed that could be reached by the naked eye, and turned into a terrifying demon body.
"Amitabha……"
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan chanted the name of the Buddha. A demon body was ferocious and terrifying, but his face showed compassion.
Lin Huang looked at the greatly changed Ye Wuchan in front of him, and felt a little shocked in his heart, as well as a little bit lucky. Sure enough, the half-demon body was the real Ye Wuchan.
"I've met Senior Wu Zen!"
Lin Huang bowed to the latter and got to know Ye Wuchan again.
Ye Wuchan smiled, looking particularly ferocious and terrifying, but said calmly: "The Buddha brought you into Wuchan Temple just to steal your martial soul. I don't know what he said before, you can discern the truth on your own.
Fake!"
"Fortunately, senior woke up in time and saved the kid's life!"
Lin Huang thanked him.
Ye Wuchan waved his hand and said: "Buddha and devil are one. Once the Buddha's body dies, my life will be short. When Lin Changtian came here, he did not kill the Buddha's body just for today!"
"Um?"
Lin Huang showed doubts on his face, and Ye Wuchan continued: "As soon as I die, the eighth restraint will be broken, and Yin Yang Valley will be born early. So I and Lin Changtian waited for more than ten years. Until
You were led into Wuzen Temple by the Buddha's body, and the golden scroll completely awakened me."
In the pagoda, Lin Huang nodded hesitantly, feeling that the matter was quite complicated.
This is the eighth level of detention in Yin Yang Valley.
The past events told by the Buddha's body are also true.
It is also true that Lin Changtian entered Wuchan Temple.
The only fake thing is that Ye Wuchan's previous Buddha body was wrapped in the skin of compassion, but he wanted to capture the Shura martial spirit in Lin Huang's body. But the Buddha body was plotted by Lin Changtian.
He thought that the golden scroll was to strip away the martial spirit from Lin Huang's body, but he never thought that the golden scroll could also awaken Ye Wuchan's true body to suppress him.
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan cleared away the blood crows, sat cross-legged on the ground again, suppressing the eighth detention entrance, then looked at the forest wilderness and said with a smile:
"Within three months, the eighth level of detention will inevitably collapse. You don't have much time!"
Um?
Lin Huang's expression was slightly condensed, and he didn't understand what Ye Wuchan meant.
Ye Wuchan chuckled, with a hint of sadness on his fierce face, "Back then, when I helped Xuanyuan Wuxiang establish the eighth level of detention, I understood that the composition of this eighth level of detention was not the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
Not this pagoda either!”
"It's the relic in the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron!"
In the pagoda, Lin Huang raised his eyebrows and sat in front of Ye Wuchan.
"Do you know why the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron has been living in the Eastern Spirit Realm for more than hundreds of years, and only Chen Ruoxu has obtained its power?"
Ye Wuchan asked Lin Huang.
Before Lin Huang could reply, Ye Wuchan continued: "The Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron is a lock, and the formation in this pagoda is a key!"
"When the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron is in the pagoda, the lock is opened, and the Buddha relics inside suppress the Yin-Yang Valley. But if the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron leaves the pagoda, no one can open the lock!"
Lin Huang nodded, feeling relieved.
"Within three months, the eighth prison will surely collapse. The pagoda will also cease to exist. If you want to get the power in the cauldron, you only have three months!"
Ye Wuchan continued, "But I want to remind you that no matter how powerful the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron is, it is an ominous thing after all!"
Lin Huang nodded solemnly, "Thank you for your guidance, senior!"
"Nothing to thank!"
Ye Wuchan smiled indifferently, but his expression was a little wistful, and then he waved his sleeves and robe, looking up at Lin Huang, "Back then, I swore not to enter Xuanyuan City, but now on my deathbed, I want to break this oath!
"
"Senior, are you going down the mountain?"
Lin Huang opened his mouth and said, feeling extremely excited. Ye Wuchan's time is running out now. Going down the mountain at this moment is not as simple as entering Xuanyuan City. He must be going for Yin Yang Valley.
In the pagoda, Ye Wuchan shook his head and calmly ordered Lin Huang: "After my death, set up a memorial tablet for me, put it in the Hall of Heroes in the Tiance Tower of Xuanyuan Mansion, and set it up next to Xuanyuan Wuxiang.
Next to Ah Lei!"
Lin Huang looked startled, but saw Ye Wuchan's face was filled with desolation.
"Can……"
Lin Huang was about to speak but stopped.
Ye Wuchan raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "This king established a forest of three thousand Xuanyuan steles and saved Xuanyuan Wuxiang and Ah Lei for more than two hundred years. If Xuanyuan Tibing dares to stop him, he will be an unworthy descendant!"
"The junior will definitely live up to the trust of the senior!"
Lin Huang cupped his fists and said with a serious look on his face.
Ye Wuchan smiled sarcastically. At this moment, he didn't look like Buddha at all. He looked more like the high-spirited Ye Wuchan two hundred years ago.
"Is there any wine?"
Ye Wuchan suddenly asked.
Lin Huang was stunned for a moment, then he took out seventeen or eight jars of old wine from the ring, which he got from Lu Han.
Ye Wuchan took a gulp of wine and sipped the unique taste of Xuanyuan Mansion in the wine. He suddenly coughed violently, suddenly burst into tears, and hugged the wine jar and sobbed without saying a word.
"This is the fate between you and me. Let's leave now. I'm tired!"
Ye Wuchan buried his head and waved to Lin Huang to leave.
In the pagoda, Lin Huang bowed deeply and looked at Ye Wuchan, who was as ferocious as a devil but sobbing while holding the wine jar. He couldn't help but feel sour in his heart and silently exited the pagoda.
Just when he exited the pagoda, he heard Ye Wuchan yelling in grief and anger:
"Xuanyuan Wuxiang, my elder brother sewed the robe on. You're so stupid, so just crawl out of the soil and see if I don't make you look like a dead dog..."