When Lin Huang walked into the pagoda, his expression condensed.
Nearly a month has passed, and the interior of the pagoda has long lost the brilliant scene of the Buddha's light, and there is no longer the overwhelming power of Buddhist vows.
Instead, there was deathly silence and the slightest trace of evil Blood Crow aura.
Lin Huang raised his head and saw a withered body sitting cross-legged in the center of the pagoda. The half-Buddha and half-demon posture was no longer the same as before. Instead, the whole body was filled with a ferocious look, and the face was so ugly that it was terrifying.
Ye Wuchan.
Looking at the dead figure sitting cross-legged, Lin Huang's face froze and he bowed towards the latter.
Ye Wuchan is dead after all.
Die in obscurity.
But when he was still dying, he used a body that had been practiced for two hundred years to suppress the thousands of blood crows under the pagoda.
Lin Huang approached Ye Wuchan, looked at the latter's ferocious face, waved his hand to wipe away the dust on the latter's cassock, and then moved Ye Wuchan's body up.
He promised Lu Han that he would bring Ye Wuchan's body back to Xuanyuan City.
There was a bang.
Just when Ye Wuchan was lifted up and put into the ring, the bottom of the pagoda shook and made a harsh explosion sound.
I saw a gap under Ye Wuchan's body, and a terrifying evil aura was released from the gap, making Lin Huang's heart tremble.
Then, Lin Huang heard the sound of the blood crow flapping its wings.
In just a few breaths, dozens of blood crows flew out of the cave entrance, slaying the forest wasteland like bloody arrows.
A hissing sound.
In the pagoda, a sword shone brightly, killing dozens of blood crows in an instant. Lin Huang frowned slightly and looked at the entrance of the cave with the demon-suppressing knife in his hand.
Buzz a few times.
Before Lin Huang could clearly see the inside of the cave entrance, hundreds of blood crows flew out. Lin Huang immediately retreated, and the demon-suppressing knife in his hand flew out, killing the blood crows in the pagoda.
Puff puff puff...
At the entrance of the cave, blood crows kept flying out, making shrill screams that made people's souls tremble. In less than half an hour, there were thousands of blood crows in the entire pagoda, flying wildly.
"Snow is falling on earth!"
Lin Huang scolded in a low voice, and the pagoda was suddenly filled with heavy snow. Snowflakes exploded, killing more and more blood crows in the pagoda.
In the center of the pagoda, Lin Huang frowned slightly. The Blood Crow himself was not powerful, and he was carrying the Heavenly Shura. No matter how many Blood Crows there were, it would not be easy to hurt him.
But Lin Huang couldn't kill them all.
As time went by, there were more and more blood crows, and they kept hitting the inner wall of the pagoda. The powerful impact of countless blood crows made the entire pagoda begin to shake.
Looking at the blood crows flying wildly all around, they looked like blood clouds, looking particularly evil and terrifying, and their shrill whistles were enough to shake the souls of any Wuhou realm.
In the pagoda, Lin Huang pondered for a while and then ignored the Blood Crow in the pagoda. When he raised his arms, he lifted the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron and suspended it calmly in the center of the pagoda.
Buzz.
Buzzing…
When the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron returned to its position, the entire ancient cauldron emitted a humming roar. The cauldron's body rotated rapidly in the void, confusing pieces of golden Sanskrit.
Lin Huang's eyebrows narrowed and he felt a mysterious aura suddenly emerge from the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
In just a few breaths, along with the rotation of the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron, the entire pagoda also trembled. The inner wall of the pagoda, which had been dim for a long time, suddenly shone with golden light.
On the inner wall, those dim Sanskrit words shine again, filling the air with the mighty Buddha light, washing the entire interior of the pagoda.
In the pagoda, the blood crows flying wildly suddenly screamed. All the blood crows swept by the Buddha's light turned into powder in the blink of an eye and disappeared without a trace.
A buzzing sound.
In the pagoda, the sound of ancient bells suddenly sounded. It is ancient, desolate, and profound in Buddhism.
Under the mighty sound of the bell, the Buddha's voice swept across like a tide. Wherever the sound touched, the blood crows turned into pieces of powder and exploded to death.
Lin Huang looked at the scene in front of him and was amazed in his heart.
The power of Buddhism is indeed the nemesis of the Blood Crow. Unfortunately, there is no real Buddha in the Eastern Spirit Realm, so it is difficult to shake the evil king in the Yin and Yang Valley.
In just half an hour, thousands of blood crows in the pagoda were killed.
But at the hole at the bottom of the pagoda, blood crows flew out in a steady stream, more and more, pouring into the pagoda like a river, killing them endlessly.
At this moment, Lin Huang didn't pay attention to the blood crow in the pagoda.
A pair of dark eyes fell on the eight-arm Shura Cauldron, and his expression became a little excited.
For half a quarter of an hour, the golden Buddhist inscriptions in the pagoda shone brightly and connected into a chain of Buddhist inscriptions, forming a grand array of bright golden light and the vast power of Buddhist vows.
In the center of the formation, the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron rotated faster and faster, like a whirlwind, so that Lin Huang could only see the afterimage of the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
Quietly, a breath suddenly appeared in the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
Um?
Lin Huang raised his eyebrows, his dark eyes flashed with light, and he clenched his fists tightly to suppress his inner excitement. He was all too familiar with the extra breath coming out of the Eight-Armed Shura Cauldron.
Buddha relics!
In Lin Huang's body, Tian Shura, who was sitting cross-legged in the mysterious sea, suddenly opened his eyes and roared in the mysterious sea unable to remain calm.
In the pagoda, Lin Huang's eyes became as sharp as an eagle, his expression became more and more excited, and there seemed to be a rush of blood in his heart rushing straight to his forehead.
Buddha relics.
The Buddha's relics are finally coming!
When he was in the Tomb of King Wu, Tian Shura had evolved to the lower level of Xuan level. If he could integrate the Buddha relics in the eight-armed Shura cauldron into his body, then what level should Tian Shura's martial soul reach?
And the eight-armed Shura's Wrath has such great attack and killing skills. Even in the realm of Wuhou, he can fight across the third heaven!
Buzz.
Buzzing.
In the pagoda, the eight-arm Shura Cauldron rotates faster and faster, so fast that it rubs against the air, causing the ancient cauldron to become as hot as red-hot iron.
There was a click.
On the golden Sanskrit formation that revealed the power of Buddhist vows, the rapidly rotating eight-arm Shura tripod suddenly stopped and made a crisp clicking sound.
A terrifying aura then vented out from the ancient cauldron.
Lin Huang's expression was shocked, and he did not dare to move his eyes at all. He saw that the eight-armed Shura Cauldron, which was as red as charcoal, split into two pieces, revealing what was hidden inside.
In the ancient pagoda where the Buddha's light is overwhelming, a relic the size of a dragon's eye is quietly suspended in the void, filled with endless bright golden light.
At the moment when the relics appeared, the sound of Amitabha appeared out of thin air in the pagoda, filled with endless power of the holy Buddha, rushing out like a torrent, pouring into it along the hole at the bottom of Wuchan Temple, and poofing inside.
All the blood crows that flew out were killed.
In the blink of an eye, all the blood crows in the pagoda were wiped out.
Lin Huang looked at the relics suspended in front of him with a dazed expression, his mind surging like a tide, and he could no longer remain calm.