Douzhan never thought that he would encounter a creature that reached the level of saint.
It is even very possible that he walked out of the forbidden area.
Isn’t it the canonized emperor?
How could a saint from the forbidden land of the Western Region be born!?
Uneasiness gathered in his eyes, and the Buddhist power in his body poured out without any reservation.
When he reached the Heavenly Corpse Saint, Douzhan could realize that the Heavenly Corpse Saint was definitely no match for him.
If they fight, there will be no chance of survival.
Just as Dou Zhan was running for his life, a faint laughter fell clearly into Dou Zhan's ears.
"Why should the creatures of this era run away!? If you surrender to this Saint, I can guarantee that I will forge your holy path!"
The faint words sounded, causing Douzhan's expression to change suddenly.
The next moment, in front of the battle, the space suddenly turned into a whirlpool.
The endless death energy seems to swallow up everything.
Douzhan's eyes were like golden fire, but he did not retreat. Instead, he held the half-emperor's stick in both hands and crashed towards the center of the whirlpool.
When his body entered the vast aura of death, it was like entering a sea and being completely swallowed up in it.
The body of the Heavenly Corpse Saint slowly fell from the sky.
He looked into the whirlpool of death energy and said, "Such a figure must be at the pinnacle of existence in this era, right!?"
"It's interesting. I never thought that I would encounter such a creature as soon as I left the forbidden area."
The words fell gently, and a bloody light appeared in his dragon and phoenix pupils.
"It would be a pity if such a good material is easily damaged!"
As the last word fell, a golden light emerged from behind the whirlpool of death energy, breaking through the endless death energy and escaping.
Douzhan's body was white and stained with blood. The sleeves on his arms had all disappeared. His red arms were holding the emperor's staff, and the blood of the Buddha was constantly infecting the emperor's staff.
There was even faint blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. From the whirlpool of death, no one knew what he had experienced.
"Being able to walk out of the dead realm really makes me look at him differently, but..."
While fighting and escaping, the Heavenly Corpse Saint raised his lips slightly and mocked: "You don't really think you can escape from this saint, do you?"
Suddenly, its dragon and phoenix eyes suddenly shook, and its sound was like thunder, exploding towards the fighting Buddha.
"Foolish!"
boom!
The sky where the Dou Zhan Buddha is located seems to be cracking open at this moment.
Space cracks intertwined vertically and horizontally, and immediately, the surrounding space completely exploded.
Just two words, but they contain the holy essence. In an instant, they are enough to destroy an entire world.
Infinite Buddha light shines from the void.
There was a sound like the cry and roar of an ape, rushing out from the void on that side.
boom!
A half-emperor's stick, like a pillar of heaven, came out from it, and the sacred voice of the corpse broke into the sky, and crashed into the blood desert.
On this half-emperor's stick, the fighting Buddha never fled again, but sat cross-legged on the top of the stick.
His body was stained with Buddha's blood, his hands were clasped together, and wisps of golden Buddha power lingered around him.
Dou Zhan looked at the Celestial Corpse Saint quietly, "Little monk, I have a question, I dare to ask the sage, does the sage enter the world to become a saint, or become a saint and enter the world?"
His voice was calm and calm, without any hint of anger or anger from before.
The Heavenly Corpse Saint stands in the middle of heaven and earth, with the corner of his mouth raised as if there was a touch of contempt.
"Beings of this era, are you stalling for time?"
"Even if it's just delaying time, so what? As I expected, nine points of the saints and emperors in this domain are all in the airspace of life and death. This saint has been in the second stage of becoming a saint for 30,000 years."
"The immortal world is vast, and even those few beings who have never entered the forbidden area and conspired with the way of heaven have their own responsibilities. How could it be such a coincidence that they could appear here. Who do you think can save you now?"
Douzhan sat cross-legged on the half-emperor's stick, and he looked at the Heavenly Corpse Saint quietly, his eyes as if there were no waves in an ancient well.
He didn't speak, as if he was waiting for the answer before.
The contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the Heavenly Corpse Saint gradually disappeared and were replaced by a frightening gleam in his dragon and phoenix eyes.
"Boring ants, if I lose my interest, you will only fall faster!"
He slowly raised his palm. From within his palm, endless death energy condensed into substance and turned into gray-black threads. It was like billions of wild hair condensed. Even those many death energy threads even appeared on Douzhan's body.
beside.
"I will fulfill your last wish!"
The Heavenly Corpse Saint said indifferently, "This Saint has indeed walked out of the void of life and death. In this era, the layout of Heaven's Dao and the canonization of the Saint and Binding Emperor, however, does not mean that we will not be born!"
His words fell into Douzhan's ears, and Douzhan's eyes slowly closed.
"The second stage of becoming a saint, the ancient saint!"
"The Western Region is going to be robbed!"
As if there was a Sanskrit sound in his mouth, the next moment, his eyes suddenly opened and closed, and from his eyes, there seemed to be immeasurable Buddha light blooming, and rays of Buddha light were like clouds, sweeping towards this side of the world.
Even the threads of death energy condensed by the Saint Yuan opened up a domain in this Buddha's light.
Under his body, the Half-Emperor's Staff suddenly shrank and fell into his hand. Wisps of Buddha's blood spread inside the eight-foot Emperor's Staff, and a brilliant power appeared in this world.
"The little monk fights and invites the saint to die!"
When Douzhan Buddha opened his mouth, all that remained in his eyes was a burning desire to fight.
He once ascended to immortality. In less than two hundred years, he followed the trend of the world and got many opportunities from the Western Region, so he entered the Hunyuan.
Along the way, he killed ancient creatures, fighting to stop killing, and killing to stop fighting. His eight-foot golden stick traveled across the Western Regions, and he is now known as the Fighting Buddha.
But even so, he has never fought against a saint.
The Heavenly Corpse Saint is the first person.
Be it a saint or the second stage of becoming a saint.
"Everything is empty. After entering the Hunyuan from the Western Region, this body will be dispersed and returned to the Western Region!"
"I hope the Western Region can survive this disaster!"
In the vastness of the Buddha's light, there seemed to be a sigh.
Immediately, I saw the shadows of the heavy sticks, overwhelming the sky and the earth, falling on the thread of endless death energy with a crash.
A series of roars sounded from within the thread of death energy.
The Heavenly Corpse Saint manipulated the endless thread of death energy with one hand, allowing Douzhan to do his best, but in the end, the threads of death energy formed by his Saint Yuan became more and more, until Douzhan's white-clothed thread was
, all submerged in it.
After just a hundred breaths, the endless threads of death energy slowly dispersed, revealing Douzhan's figure.
Only three threads of death energy were seen on his body, running through his eyebrows, chest, and lower abdomen Dantian.
The Douzhan Buddha seemed to be hanging down here like a soulless body.
"The fight between ants is just a joke!"
The Heavenly Corpse Saint stands proudly in this heaven and earth. If he had not wanted to use the corpse of this creature as a material, how could he have survived for a hundred breaths in the third realm of Hunyuan!?
"First extract his soul. As for this body, although there are more injuries, it is still intact!"
In the palm of the Heavenly Corpse Saint's hand, there is a slender knife the size of a palm, and its whole body is like purple jade.
He took one step and appeared in front of Douzhan.
His palm moved slightly, and he saw the purple jade knife heading towards Douzhan's forehead.
Three inches, two inches, one inch!
Just when the sword was about to cut through the sea of consciousness and take out the Buddha's soul, a long and leisurely chant came slowly from the ears of the Heavenly Corpse Saint.
“There are histories in volumes in ancient and modern times, and life and death can be known by one’s own bridge;
Even though he comes and goes like a guest from heaven, his love and hate are just obsessions in his heart."
The long chant is like a ballad, reaching the ears of the saints.