Looking at the Blood Buddha that suddenly appeared, Lin Huang frowned slightly.
I only felt a surge of evil energy, covering the land with a radius of hundreds of miles, and a terrible pressure falling from the sky, like a huge mountain pressing on everyone's heads, making it difficult to breathe.
Shakongjialou looked at the Blood Buddha, his expression changed greatly.
As a disciple of Buddhism, he could naturally feel at the first moment how powerful the Blood Buddha in front of him was.
Even though there are thousands of creatures in this surging river of blood, they are all transformed by resentful spirits. Although they already have life, due to innate limitations, their strength is far from being able to return to the state they were in before they were alive, and even
Not even the Martial Saint can be found.
But...that Blood Buddha!
Shakongjialou clasped his hands together. He felt the power of the Blood Buddha and the breath of death.
The devil is the future Buddha.
Buddha is a past demon!
Once a Buddha becomes a demon, he is more powerful than an ordinary demon. Obviously, the blood Buddha in front is a fallen Buddha who incarnates into a demon.
In the void, the face of the hundred-foot-high Blood Buddha had a look of compassion, but as soon as he opened his mouth slightly, his entire face became filled with a ferocious look.
"There is no end to the sea of suffering, but when you turn around, you will find shore again!"
The Blood Buddha opened his mouth slightly, and his voice was like an ancient magic bell that sounded in all directions. When he put his hands together, he pulled out a blood-colored waterfall, which turned into a huge spinning rosary between his arms.
Lin Huang kept frowning, and he also felt it...
This Blood Buddha at least has the realm of a Holy King.
He has even crossed the natural chasm and entered the realm of the Holy Emperor.
It is unimaginable that the Blood Buddha had such earth-shattering and unparalleled power during his lifetime. Only after death could he cultivate to such a terrifying state with a trace of resentment.
However, although the Blood Buddha was powerful and could wipe out Lin Huang's corpse with just a raise of his hand, he had no intention of retreating at all.
Maybe Lin Huang didn't know what retreat meant at all.
The Zhan Li Jue in his hand was filled with murderous intent. Lin Huang raised his head, as if staring at the Blood Buddha coldly. Then, Lin Huang actually flew up and killed towards the Blood Buddha.
"kill!"
In the void, a killing sound echoed in all directions, like thunder on the ground.
The Blood Buddha did not move at all, only a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then a terrifying curtain of blood flew out of the void.
There was a bang.
Lin Huang collided with the blood curtain and flew backwards without any resistance.
The Blood Buddha didn't seem to take Lin Huang into his eyes at all. Instead, he lowered his head, held a flower, and looked at the Sakongjia Tower on the pontoon with a smile, "It's the same blood, that's right! The poor monk has been waiting for hundreds of thousands of years in this river of blood.
, I have never waited for the person who will save me. But today I have waited. Although the Buddha nature is much worse than that of the poor monk during his lifetime... he has already made the poor monk walk in the mortal world and become a human being!"
Having said that, the Blood Buddha pointed out without any hesitation.
The moment the Buddha pointed out, Shakongjialou froze on the spot, unable to move at all.
Then, the Blood Buddha smiled compassionately, and his body of a hundred feet shrank from the void, and at the same time, it quickly flew towards the Sakyamuni Tower.
The next moment...
Shakongjialou's stiff body recovered as before.
A smile appeared on his face, but it was the weird smile of the Blood Buddha.
His eyes were red in color, filled with evil aura.
What happened in just a split second, Shakong Jialou, the immortal genius who was as powerful as the Western Buddha Kingdom, had his soul invaded by the Blood Buddha without the slightest resistance.
At this moment, Shakongjial Tower is no longer Shakongjial Tower.
But the Blood Buddha.
"Amitabha……"
In the void, the sound of Shakong Jialou holding flowers and laughing could be heard. His voice was full of piety, but it hid a terrifying murderous intention, which made people's hair stand on end.
Then, Shakongjialou raised his head and looked at Linhuang, who was killing Linhuang with his sword turning into a line of blood. He still showed a compassionate smile on his face: "Today, the poor monk walked on the earth again and returned. You can kill lightly to respect me.
Buddha is compassionate!”
As the words fell, Shakongjialou moved lightly and stepped up into the air. Wherever he walked, he left blooming blood lotuses. His face was compassionate and strange, and his voice was peaceful and creepy. He was in the air.
Calmly looking at Lin Huang who was coming to kill him, he slowly stretched out his arms that were as white as jade and glass.
With a slight movement of his five fingers, he caught the murderous Lin Huang at his fingertips.
Shakongjialou looked at Linhuang in his hand and pursed his lips, as if he saw a rare delicacy, which made him miss it extremely, "The soul is innocent, it is really perfect!"
As he spoke, Shakong Jialou's figure suddenly enlarged in the void, and his mouth opened wide, like a lake of blood. Then, Shakong Jialou lifted Lin Huang high and was about to throw it into his mouth.
Buzz.
At this moment, Lin Huang opened the avenue again. Behind him, a golden Buddha descended from the sky like a world-shaking Vajra and struck towards Shakongjia Tower.
At the same time, a body of Shura appeared in the void, covered with terrible evil aura, and killed towards Shakongjia Tower.
clang clang.
There were two crisp sounds in the void, and before the body of Buddha and Demon could get close to Shakongjial Tower, he was slapped away with his palm.
Then, a rare look of surprise appeared on Shakong Jialou's face. He looked at Lin Huang, with a trace of greed and excitement in his compassionate eyes, "The poor monk's wisdom is too shallow, and he saw it wrong!
It turns out that it was the power of Buddhism in your body that woke up the poor monk, not this little monk. Tsk tsk... With the compassion of the true Buddha and the killing of Shura, it can be perfectly integrated with the poor monk. Amitabha, the poor monk has not seen the Tathagata,
Tathagata see me!"
Come on, the Blood Buddha retreated from Shakongjialou's body without hesitation and headed towards the forest wasteland.
Looking at the sudden arrival of the Blood Buddha, Lin Huang retreated quickly and frowned.
However, it only took a moment for Shakongjialou to face the Soul-stealing Blood Buddha. Naturally, it also happened for Lin Huang to face the Soul-stealing Blood Buddha.
Behind the pontoon, Song Changling, who was safe for the time being, frowned.
Bai Xiaopang had already risen from the floating bridge and was heading towards Linhuang, whose soul had been taken away by the Blood Buddha.
boom.
However, before Xiaopang Bai could get close to the forest wilderness, he was hit by a powerful force and fell heavily onto the pontoon.
Fatty Bai frowned and saw the figure of the Blood Buddha appearing in the void again.
"Amitabha... there are actually three terrifying protective powers in the little benefactor's soul. It was the poor monk who overstepped his bounds. The poor monk's wisdom was shallow and he didn't know how to transform those three powers, so he could only wrong the benefactor.
.The poor monk had no choice but to let the benefactor’s soul fly away and then go look for the benefactor’s body!”
In the void, the Blood Buddha kept chattering with compassion on his face. He spoke the most terrifying words in the calmest voice.
After saying that, the Blood Buddha didn't hesitate at all and stood up with his hands clasped together.
In just an instant, a huge blood-colored Buddhist inscription stretching hundreds of miles across appeared in the void. There was no trace of Buddha nature in that Buddhist inscription, only the murderous aura of the true Buddha after his fall.
The Buddhist text fell from the sky, covering a radius of hundreds of miles.
On the floating bridge, Lin Huang, who had understood the ruthless way of heaven and was no longer afraid of anything in the world, finally had a trace of fear on his face. He knew that when the Buddhist inscription fell, his soul would be gone!
Facing a Holy King or an unparalleled powerhouse in the Holy King realm, he had no chance of winning.
But even so, Lin Huang did not give up resistance. He made a decisive move with his right hand, and slowly pulled out the Knana Knife with his left hand. He looked at the Buddhist inscriptions falling from the sky with murderous intent!
"well……"
However!
At the moment when the Buddhist inscription fell, a slight sound suddenly sounded from Linhuang's scabbard, like... the sigh of a god!