In a sea of glittering golden light, Mu Yu is independent of the lotus heart, resisting the invasion of the Buddha's sound. His eyes were firm and deep, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, with an indescribable persistence and determination.
The lotus at his feet was green and green, its petals blooming, carrying them slowly into the depths of the sea of suffering. It is a lotus flower that carries hope and obsession. Its existence proves Mu Yu's tenacity and unyieldingness. The lotus glides through the rough waters, like an elegant crane dancing in the wind.
The surrounding Buddha shadows are like dreams and illusions. They seem to be the most real existence in the world, and they also seem to be illusory illusions. Every Buddha shadow exudes pressure, that pressure is as heavy as a mountain and as bottomless as an abyss. This is an invisible force that squeezes Mu Yu's body in an irresistible manner, trying to make him surrender.
However, Mu Yu did not give in. He stood on the lotus, straightened his back, resisting all this with his tenacity and wisdom. His eyes flashed with determination, which was his only weapon against the invasion of Foyin. His heart was filled with endless faith, which was the source of his strength to resist the pressure of the Buddha's shadow.
He gently clasped his hands together, palms facing the sky, and whispered mysterious spells on his lips. Those mantras nourished his soul like nectar, allowing him to maintain inner peace and determination. He used his faith and courage as his sword, and his wisdom and perseverance as his shield to resist the invasion of the Buddha's voice and the pressure of the Buddha's shadow.
They continued to move forward, heading towards the depths of the sea of suffering.
Above the boundless sea of suffering, the grand scene of Ten Thousand Buddhas worshiping their sects is shocking. The vast sky seemed to have turned into a huge sky curtain, reflecting the golden outlines of countless Buddha shadows. They seemed to come from all directions and gathered on this sea of suffering.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao stood on the edge of the Sea of Bitterness. They felt a strong pressure, as if there were millions of mountains pressing on their shoulders, making it almost impossible for them to stand firm. Their heartbeats were like drums in the strong wind, beating wildly, as if they were struggling to survive under the pressure of the sea of suffering.
The Great Tengu, Moraka and Kuli behind them were also suppressed by this force, and their bodies trembled slightly. These powerful creatures seemed so fragile at this moment, as if they were fallen leaves in a storm that could be blown away by the strong wind at any time.
However, Mu Yu and Yang Gao are not people who give in easily. They resisted this pressure with tenacity and strength, like seedlings struggling in front of a boulder, trying their best to grow upward. Their power was like a mighty tidal wave, rolling up turbulent waves.
The Great Tengu, Morojia and Kuli behind him also stabilized their bodies on the sea of suffering. Their power was intertwined with the power of Mu Yu and Yang Gao, forming an indestructible line of defense. Their power is as bright as the stars, emitting dazzling light.
Under this immense pressure, Mu Yu, Yang Gao and their friends behind them did not give in. Their strength and courage have surpassed the pressure of the sea of suffering. They are like rocks in the sea. Although they are impacted by the waves, they always stand firm.
This scene is so grand, so solemn, and so sacred that people not only feel their own insignificance, but also sigh at the greatness of life. This is a painting that transcends words and brushes. It depicts an indescribable majestic power and endless majesty.
His eyes revealed the calmness and majesty of the Ten Thousand Buddhas. Their figures stood in the strong wind, like a mountain. No matter how the wind and waves surged, they remained unmoved.
Their pressure was like thousands of mountains, pressing down heavily, as if they were going to crush the entire sea of suffering. However, they did not flinch, but steadily withstood the pressure. Their bodies were swaying in the strong wind, but their eyes were like thousand-year-old ice, calm and firm.
In front of them, the Buddha's shadow and Buddha's voice on the sea of suffering began to slowly dissipate. It is a majestic and compassionate voice that echoes on the sea, making everyone who hears it feel a sense of incomparable tranquility and peace. However, now, this voice gradually fades away like morning dew under the scorching sun, disappearing into the air and disappearing into the sea of suffering.
Despite this, Mu Yu and Yang Gao did not waver in the slightest under pressure. They know that this is their trial, the challenge they must face. Their hearts are full of determination and belief. They believe that as long as they stick to their beliefs and stick to their own way, no matter what kind of pressure or what kind of difficulties, they will not be able to defeat them.
Their figures appear increasingly lonely and tenacious above the sea of suffering. They faced the disappearing Buddha's shadow and Buddha's voice, but they were not afraid. Because their hearts are full of firm belief and endless courage. They firmly believe that as long as they have Buddha in their hearts, they can find a way out no matter what difficulties and pressures they face.
Finally, the Buddha's shadow and Buddha's voice completely dissipated in the sea of suffering. Under pressure, Mu Yu and Yang Gao looked at each other, each reading the firmness and determination in the other's eyes. They knew that this trial was over.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao stood side by side on the sea of suffering that had regained its calm.
Suddenly, in front of them, the surface of the sea began to ripple, as if it was being slowly pushed aside by an invisible force. It was a skeleton, a skeleton wearing monk's robes. It floated leisurely on the sea, like an isolated island emerging from the sky. The appearance of the skeleton shook the entire Sea of Bitterness, and a solemn and sacred atmosphere filled the sea.
The appearance of this skeleton stunned Mu Yu and Yang Gao. Their eyes widened and they looked at each other, each seeing the surprise and awe in the other's eyes. They knew that this was the Buddhist master who passed away here, and the appearance of his bones at this moment must have a profound meaning.
The appearance of the skeleton restored calm to the sea of suffering, as if all the disputes and waves had stopped at this moment. The ripples on the sea surface ripple around the skeleton, as if paying homage to the Buddhist master. The seawater gently lifted the skeleton and placed him in front of the two people.
There are shabby monk's robes left on the bones, and the ancient cloth rustles in the sea breeze. Although the years have eroded his body, his face still retains the light of compassion and wisdom. That is the essence of Buddhism, and that is his care and teachings for the world.
Mu Yu and Yang Gao lowered their heads in front of the skeleton. This was their respect for the Buddhist master.
The dead physical skeleton lay quietly in the deep darkness. It seemed calm, but it contained endless majesty. Each bone of the skeleton is like jade that has been polished by time, smooth and hard, and its color is different shades of gray, as if the stars in the fable have fallen and turned into smoke and dust in the world.
However, this skeleton did not exude any pressure. It lay there quietly, like a hero who had been sleeping for thousands of years, waiting for the moment to wake up. Although the surrounding atmosphere is solemn, it is not oppressive. You can clearly feel the ancient and vicissitudes of atmosphere it exudes, as if it is telling the past years and everything it has experienced.
However, behind the skeleton, visions occur frequently. Those suppressed demonic shadows seemed to be bound by invisible chains, struggling and roaring, but unable to break free from the invisible chains. Their eyes were burning with anger, and their limbs were twisted with a sense of powerlessness. The existence of these evil shadows seems to be telling about past battles and victories. Their anger and fear condense in the air, forming a strange and powerful atmosphere.
In the pitch-black sea of suffering, a mysterious demon-conquering pestle stood there. It stood heavy in the palm of the skeleton, exuding a chilling pressure. This pressure was like a mountain, steady and heavy, as if even the world could not bear its weight. This is a kind of power that is superior to ordinary weapons. It has reached the level of a holy weapon, and is even better than the five-square ringing halberd used by Mu Douhuang.
Mu Yu's eyes widened, and he deeply felt the pressure released by the demon-subduing pestle, like millions of mountains weighing heavily on his heart. It was a suffocating feeling, and he even felt his heartbeat starting to weaken. He was amazed in his heart. He never expected that there would be such a powerful weapon in this vast sea of suffering.
It was a kind of pressure coming from the depths of the soul, as if it could crush a person's soul directly. Mu Yu felt as if he was enveloped by a huge invisible mountain, making even the smallest movements extremely difficult. He couldn't look away, couldn't help but feel the pressure from the Demonic Pestle.
This magic pestle is like a sleeping dragon. Although it is still sleeping now, once it awakens, it will definitely set off an earth-shattering storm. Mu Yu could feel the powerful power it contained, a power that could change the color of heaven and earth and make all things tremble.
All these visions were completely emitted by the demon-subduing pestle in front of the skeleton. It was an ancient magic weapon, with complex runes engraved on its surface, and each rune seemed to be shining with a faint light. This magic pestle is like a silent guardian. Its existence prevents evil shadows from getting close to the skeleton, and at the same time makes the surrounding atmosphere weird and tense.
In this scene, the skeletons, evil shadows and demonic pestles form a delicate balance. Although the skeleton looks calm, its existence is like a mountain, calm and firm. Although the evil shadow roared angrily, it could not break this balance. The Fumochu is like the guardian of this world. Its power prevents all forces that may destroy this balance.
In this mysterious scene, everything seems to be still, but the silence contains endless power and stories. You can clearly feel the mystery and complexity of this world, and you can also feel the power and majesty exuded by the bones and the magic pestle.
Fumochu became the focus of everyone's attention. It not only has great power, but also carries a mysterious majesty. This huge pestle is dark black and full of thick metal texture, seeming to tell its ancient and powerful history.
Mu Yu's intuition surged like a tide, and he stood there, staring deeply at the Demon-Conquering Pestle. There was an indescribable uneasiness in his heart, which seemed to indicate the coming danger. He silently scanned the surrounding environment. The mysterious law that originally blocked their fight had disappeared. It was an indescribable sense of oppression, as if being loosened by invisible restraints, allowing them to return to the struggle of life and death.
Behind him, Curry's figure gradually emerged in the darkness. His eyes shone with a cold, emotionless cruelty. He held a black dagger tightly in his hand, which was his weapon and the announcement of his sentence. He approached Mu Yu step by step, and every step sounded like a death knell ringing in an empty church, echoing in everyone's ears.
Mu Yu took a deep breath, knowing that he could no longer hesitate. He stared at Curry closely, counting his steps in his mind. He felt like cold steel eyes locked on him, which was Curry's threat to him. However, Mu Yu was not afraid, his eyes flashed with determination, ready to deal with the next attack.
In the sea of suffering, Mu Yu and Kuli were like two mountain peaks colliding with each other. Their attacks were powerful enough to cause the waves to churn, like a precursor to the end of the world.
Mu Yu, his face was as pale as snow, and the blood from the wound was slowly seeping out, dyeing his clothes crimson. His eyes were still firm, like the Beidou in the night sky. Although the light was weak, it was never lost. Every breath he took was accompanied by pain, and every punch he took left a trail of blood. He is like a scarred warrior who still moves forward bravely, defying difficulties.
Compared to Mu Yu, Curry's attack was more like a violent storm, irresistible. Every attack he made was like a huge wave, setting off turbulent waves in the sea of suffering. His power was like endless waves, hitting Mu Yu's defense line again and again, as if he wanted to swallow everything up. His eyes flashed with cruelty, like a beast about to pounce on its prey.
The two attacks intertwined in the sea of suffering, like thunder and lightning, shaking the whole world. Every collision between them caused the sea of suffering to churn, and every confrontation made the world change color. In this fierce battle, they seemed to have become two giant peaks in the sea of suffering. No matter what kind of storm, they could not retreat.
Their battle made the sea of suffering become extremely violent, like a huge monster rolling in the sea, setting off huge waves. The huge wave seemed to swallow up the whole world, making people feel an unspeakable fear. However, before this huge wave, both Mu Yu and Curry showed great tenacity and determination, as if they were ready to face anything.
Yang Gao opened with absolute gluttonous power and instantly blocked the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraka. His power turned into an indestructible barrier, blocking the steps of the two powerful enemies. At this time, Yang Gao's eyes were flashing with violent light, like a mighty ancient beast that could not be ignored.
At the same time, Mu Yu, who was on the other side of the battle, was not in an optimistic situation. He was beaten steadily by Curry, and he seemed to have reached his limit after being seriously injured. Every time Mu Yu resisted, it seemed extremely difficult. His figure was swaying in the wind, as if he might fall down at any time.
Yang Gao used his gluttonous power to block the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraka, his eyes shining with determination. He knew that as long as he still had breath, he could not let Mu Yu face Curry's attack alone. This is an unspoken commitment, a firm determination.
Yang Gao tried his best to use the power of Taotie to the extreme to block the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraka. His figure was swaying in the strong wind, but his eyes were more determined than ever. He knew that this was the only way he could protect Mu Yu.
The attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraka kept falling on Yang Gao's barrier, but they were unable to break through his defense. Yang Gao's power is like a mountain, stable and strong, blocking their way.
At the same time, Mu Yu's injuries became more and more serious under Curry's attack. His body could no longer bear any more blows. Seeing all this, Yang Gao was filled with worry. He knew that he had to break the deadlock as soon as possible, otherwise Mu Yu would not be able to withstand more damage.
Yang Gao's eyes became more determined. He raised his power to the limit and used the power of Taotie to push away the attacks of the Great Tengu and Moraka. He charged at Curry and decided to use his own power to change everything.
Curry was like the god of war possessing him, with an unrivaled aura permeating his whole body. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Mu Yu across from him. His hand was holding the sword tightly, it was a frightening force that was about to explode like thunder.
Suddenly, a mysterious shadow appeared around Curry's body. It was the legendary God of War Ares. His image is as hot as molten iron and as cold as steel, full of endless majesty and power. He held a huge battle ax in his hand, which seemed to be able to tear apart space, which was shocking.
"Boom!" There was a loud noise, and the shadow of Ares instantly turned into a huge battle ax, slashing towards Mu Yu with unparalleled power and speed. That force seemed to tear apart the heaven and the earth, causing a storm.
Facing this earth-shattering attack, Mu Yu's expression did not change. He stared closely at the giant ax flying rapidly, and a powerful momentum burst out from his body. Behind him, a mysterious halo loomed, which was his destiny domain, a kind of protection from fate.
A shining sword suddenly appeared in Mu Yu's hand. He jumped up and rushed towards the giant ax like an eagle fighting a rabbit. His sword hit the giant ax accurately, bursting with bright light, triggering another more intense storm.
This duel was as thrilling as a battle in mythology. Curry's God of War power and Mu Yu's destiny domain interweave a magnificent picture in this world, which makes people sigh.
Their attacks set off huge waves in the sea of suffering, each wave towering into the clouds like a mountain, and each wave carried an irresistible force. Their battle has gone beyond a simple competition of strength, and is a battle of will and perseverance.
