Ye Wuque immediately looked in the direction of the sound!

All I saw were countless black flakes flying around, and the howling of the Undead Lord came to an abrupt end!

With a flash of his body, Ye Wuque appeared there.

The Undead Lord has fallen to the ground.

Its head had disappeared, and its whole body was covered with terrible cracks and holes, as if its body had been broken by a terrifying force, and its head had been pulled out!

The Undead Lord was an eight-winged feathered god, and the fact that he could be killed so easily in this way showed how powerful the person who did it was.

brush!

The dark floating cotton in the void suddenly began to sway, as if it had a soul, and madly covered Ye Wuque's body!

It seemed as if it was going to submerge Ye Wuque!

Wow! Wow!

The Pure World Glazed Fire instantly burned out, enveloping Ye Wuque and directly rushing towards the dark floating catkins in all directions.

Suddenly, high temperature filled the air, and the glass fire became powerful. The dark floating silk was immediately swallowed up by the flames!

Faintly, a sharp and shrill whistle could be heard, and then it disappeared.

Under Ye Wuque's control, the Pure World Glazed Fire spread in all directions like mercury pouring out of the ground!

Wherever it passed, all the dark floating cotton wool had nowhere to hide under the glass fire and turned into black smoke.

In just a dozen breaths, all the dark floating cotton wool in the area disappeared without a trace left.

The white flames illuminated the ancient Zen ruins.

Ye Wuque stood alone, surrounded by flames, looking like a creator god here.

His bright and deep eyes looked in all directions, but he didn't seem to see anything strange.

After a moment.

Ye Wuque continued walking towards the ruins of ancient Zen Buddhism.

The reason why he insisted on making this trip to the ruins was to see if there were any useful clues. Even just a little bit would be enough.

In the dead silent ruins, broken walls and ruins are everywhere, just as they always were.

Ye Wuque walked through one ruined hall after another. The Buddha statues inside had collapsed, shattered, and were buried in dust, making the scene look desolate.

The power of the soul shines everywhere.

Soon, Ye Wuque entered a majestic hall. The Buddha statue enshrined inside had been broken, leaving only half of it.

The hall was dark and filled with the smell of decay.

After Ye Wuque took a look, he was about to go to the next seat, but just as he turned around...

At the entrance, a figure appeared without anyone noticing!

Standing there motionless!

It seemed like she was staring at him!

In the dark light, I couldn't see the face clearly, but I could vaguely see that it was a...

Bald head!

But this figure emanated an overwhelming chill that made people's scalps tingle.

In the darkness, a pair of dark red eyes emerged!

"Amitabha……"

A stiff, hoarse voice sounded, and it turned out to be a Buddhist chant.

Ye Wuque looked at him expressionlessly.

call out!

The figure suddenly disappeared from where it was.

Behind Ye Wuque, a chill struck the back of his neck, and the void in all directions was shaking!

A pitch-black palm chopped down fiercely!

when!!

There was a loud bang like the collision of metal, and sparks flew out from the back of Ye Wuque's neck!

Then it was Ye Wuque’s chest!

when!

Lower back!

when!

The top of the head!

when!

…

A strange figure surrounded Ye Wuque at an unimaginable ghostly speed, constantly attacking the weak points on Ye Wuque's body.

But from beginning to end, Ye Wuque stood there, motionless.

There were only sparks flying everywhere.

Every blow from the strange figure was powerful and the terrifying force was extremely terrifying!

After lasting for more than ten breaths, the strange figure finally stopped and returned to a distance, staring at Ye Wuque motionlessly.

"Are you tickling me..."

The next moment, Ye Wuque's indifferent voice sounded.

In an instant, the glazed fire around him began to boil, illuminating the entire hall!

Suddenly, the figure became clear!

He was wearing a tattered monk's robe, was tall, and had a scar on his bald head.

It's exactly the attire of a Buddhist monk.

Only the face...

The bones are everywhere!

So thrilling!

This is not a living creature of flesh and blood at all, but a skeleton.

Obviously, this skeleton of a great monk was the strange figure in the ancient Zen ruins mentioned by the Undead Lord before, and he was also the murderer who had just killed the Undead Lord.

Indifferent to Ye Wuque's words, chaotic red light flashed in the eye sockets of the monk's skull, and the coldness boiled, and a terrible power erupted again, wanting to continue to attack Ye Wuque...

Snap!!

BANG!!

The monk's skeleton was pressed on the face by a hand, and then pressed into the ground!

A huge pit exploded, the earth shook, and the entire hall collapsed.

The monk's skeleton began to struggle frantically!

However, it didn't work.

Ye Wuque's right hand was like a piece of sky pressing down on its face, there was a complete difference in power between the two levels.

"Your unwilling obsession absorbed endless resentment and evil spirits, combined with the remaining power from the remains of many great monks and a large amount of relic essence, and eventually gave birth to a monster like you..."

Ye Wuque looked down from above and spoke indifferently.

The monk's skeleton is still struggling!

Wow!

The Pure World Glazed Fire covered it, but strangely, it was useless!

The skeleton of the great monk cannot be destroyed by the Pure Glazed Fire.

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed and he spoke lightly.

“Reincarnation…”

A purple light appeared out of nowhere, suppressing everything.

The original skeleton of the monk was immediately struck by lightning and began to struggle violently. Countless black resentments spread out from the skeleton and were annihilated by the power of reincarnation.

Gradually!

The red light in the monk's eye sockets faded away, and there was actually a hint of clarity.

"Reincarnation..."

"You... Buddhist... Daoist... The destined one..."

The monk's skeleton spoke hoarsely, and it seemed as if countless different old voices were superimposed on each other.

"Zen... is destroyed... the inheritance... cannot be... interrupted..."

"The destined one... the destined one..."

“You…you…”

The monk's skeleton seemed to want to say something, but its skeleton had already begun to disappear bit by bit.

Hearing this, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed!

Wow!

A silver arhat suddenly appeared behind him!

The eye sockets of the eminent monk's skull suddenly began to dance with boiling light!

"Luo Han Xie..."

"you……"

Seems to have recognized it.

Then, an incredible scene happened!

The frontal bone of the monk's skull suddenly shattered, and from it, a thumb-sized... golden relic was taken out!

Flashing a faint light.

"Xunxian District... Lingyin Temple..."

The monk skeleton used up his last bit of strength and said this sentence, then he was completely reduced to ashes.

Ye Wuque picked up the golden relic and slowly stood up.

Looking at the golden relic in his hand, his eyes became deep.

…

Twenty days later.

The big world within the universe.

Xunxian District, one of the fifty major districts.

The mortal area.

This is a very inconspicuous place in the Xunxian District, even in the mortal area. There is an ordinary, unremarkable temple located there.

At this moment, a figure that looked equally ordinary walked in front of the temple.

This figure is very ordinary and unremarkable, except for a pair of eyes that are bright and deep, extremely extraordinary.

There are three large characters on the temple plaque that are as gentle as jade...

Lingyin Temple.

The figure took a look and then walked in.

"Welcome pilgrims..."

In the main hall of Lingyin Temple, there are two monks, one old and one young, who are dressed very simply and some of their clothes are even patched.

The old monk sat upright, beating a wooden fish and chanting Buddhist scriptures, exuding a peaceful and compassionate atmosphere.

The little monk was responsible for receiving the figure who had just walked in.

"Sir, are you here to burn incense?" the little monk asked politely.

The figure nodded.

The little monk immediately took out three incense sticks and handed them to the figure.

The figure walked up to the Buddha statue, lit the incense, and then placed it in the incense burner.

There is a donation box on the ground next to it.

Seeing this, the figure took out a piece of gold and threw it into the merit box.

When the little monk saw this, surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes and his face turned red with excitement!

"Donor, you are so polite! The Buddha in heaven will surely bless you!"

"Are you feeling depressed? Can't get what you want? You can ask my master to help you solve your problems. My master is the abbot..." The little monk immediately started talking to Ye Wuque.

"There is indeed something that cannot be obtained..."

The figure spoke.

Immediately, under the guidance of the young monk, the figure sat opposite the old monk.

The wooden fish is still beating.

The old monk had his eyes closed and his face was full of wrinkles, looking like an octogenarian.

"donor……"

The old monk spoke in a gentle voice that seemed to have a calming power.

"It is normal in life to ask for something but not get it. Don't get hung up on it."

"If you are restless and have no peace, you can tell me about it, and the Buddha will listen."

Upon hearing this, the figure sitting upright nodded and sighed.

"The abbot's words make sense. This is why I came here. Perhaps this Lingyin Temple can really help me..."

"Donor, the Buddha is in my heart, you can speak freely. I wonder what you want?"

"What I want is an object called... Arhat Subduing Demons!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old monk's dry hands, which had been knocking on the wooden fish, suddenly froze!