The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

"You evil beast, please stop being so arrogant!"

Who said monks wouldn't get angry? That's because they haven't reached their bottom line of anger yet. On the battlefield, seeing countless monks die tragically under the attack of the blood sea demon dragon, countless monks suddenly became furious, their eyes wide open, and roared loudly! At this moment, they were really angry!

"Amitabha! You evil creature, since you have lost all humanity, today I, on behalf of the Buddha, will purify you thoroughly and wash away your sins."

"The eyes of the Vajra are furious, and the demons are slain!" After saying this, the old monk uttered a deep and powerful Buddhist chant, which resounded through the sky like thunder and shook the air around him. His body suddenly grew, and the Buddha's light around him shone brightly, turning into a golden Buddha's light, rushing straight to the place where the darkness was the thickest.

"Amitabha! Our Buddha is merciful and will save all living beings......!"

"If the mind is like Bodhi, all things are empty......!"

At the same time, countless angry monks recited scriptures and urged the Buddhist treasures in their hands to attack the blood sea demon dragon.

As the roars of the monks intertwined with the sound of scriptures, the sky seemed to be torn open, and the golden Buddha light and the dark red blood energy collided violently in the air, forming a bizarre and thrilling picture. Under the overwhelming Buddha light and attack, the blood sea demon dragon let out bursts of shrill roars, and its huge body seemed to be somewhat distorted under the illumination of the Buddha light. Wisps of black air seeped out between its scales, which was incompatible with the holy light around it.

“Boom, roar, roar…!”

"Hmph, a mere bald donkey, dare you dare to claim to purify this king?" The voice of the blood sea demon dragon was like coming from the abyss of hell, with endless resentment and hatred. It swung its body violently, raising a raging blood wave, trying to devour the Buddha light and the monks who approached it. Wherever the blood wave passed, even the space seemed to be corroded, leaving shocking traces.

However, the monks did not retreat. Their eyes were filled with determination and resoluteness. An old but vigorous Zen master was seen holding an ancient Zen staff with intricate Buddhist texts engraved on it, emitting a faint golden light. He murmured, "The diamond is indestructible, and the Zen heart is forever solid!" Then, the Zen staff turned into a dazzling golden light, piercing through the blood waves and directly hitting the vital point of the blood sea demon dragon.

At the same time, other eminent monks also displayed their unique skills. Some recited the Diamond Sutra, condensed the power of the scriptures into golden arrows, and shot them at the magic dragon; some stimulated the Buddha's power in the magic tools, forming a series of dazzling Buddha light barriers to block the invasion of the blood waves; some even transformed their flesh into the image of Buddha, stepped on the lotus platform, held the magic tools in their hands, and fought a desperate battle with the magic dragon.

On the battlefield, the Buddha's light and the incomparably sinister blood of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon intertwined, and every blow shook the heavens and the earth, as if even time had frozen at this moment. The air was filled with a thick bloody smell and the solemn meaning of Buddha, forming an indescribable atmosphere of terror and holiness.

However, facing the angry counterattack of the monks, the Blood Sea Demon Dragon was not afraid at all. Instead, it raised its eyelids and laughed even more arrogantly, full of provocation and disdain. "Hahaha! A mere ant dares to compete with me? You are so arrogant and ridiculous!" After saying that, its body shape changed again. Surrounded by blood mist, its body swelled to more than a thousand feet, like a moving blood-colored mountain, covering the sky and blocking the sun, with a terrifying momentum.

As the Blood Sea Demon Dragon's body shape changed dramatically, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield suddenly dropped to freezing point, and an unprecedented sense of oppression made every monk present feel the trembling of their souls. The blood-colored mist became thicker and thicker, as if it could swallow up all light and vitality, turning the surroundings into an abyss of despair.

At this moment, the faces of the monks became extremely solemn. They knew very well that the power of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon was far more than that, and the attack just now was just a small demonstration of its power. But even so, they had no intention of retreating, and their eyes were filled with firm belief and supreme faith in Buddhism.

"Amitabha, all living beings suffer, and only Buddhism can save them. Today, we vow to eliminate demons, defend the way, and protect all living beings!" The leading old monk preached loudly. Although his voice was not loud, it contained a power that penetrated people's hearts, which made the surrounding monks feel endless courage and strength.

"All things are impermanent, they are the law of birth and death; when birth and death cease, nirvana is bliss." The monks began to make seals and chant the mantra, their movements were in unison, as if they had practiced countless times. As the mantra was chanted, the grand sound instantly resounded through the heavens and the earth. At the same time, pure and powerful Buddha power surged out of their bodies, gathering into golden beams of light that shot straight into the sky.

"The Buddhist teachings are boundless, slay demons and eliminate evil - Lin!" As the last Buddhist chant sounded, the golden beam of light seemed to have wisdom, like a bright star that instantly pierced through the sea of ​​blood and directly hit the huge body of the magic dragon.

However, what was shocking was that this blow that was powerful enough to shake the mountains only left a shallow mark on the demon dragon, which was then swallowed up by the blood mist surging around it, like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no trace.

"What!?" All the monks were shocked upon seeing this. They knew very well that even if this full-strength attack could not seriously injure the magic dragon, it should not be resolved so easily.

However, this blood sea demon dragon was like an ancient evil god that crawled out from the abyss of hell. No matter how fierce the monks' attacks were, it seemed that they could not cause any substantial damage to it!

"Hmph, you are just a mere ant, and you actually think you can shake me? Today, I will let you see what true despair and fear are!" The voice of the magic dragon echoed on the battlefield. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart and making people feel cold.

Before he finished speaking, the blood mist around the demon dragon began to spin wildly, forming a huge blood-colored vortex. In the vortex, the wailing and crying of countless wronged souls intertwined, forming a suffocating atmosphere of terror. What was even more terrifying was that the vortex seemed to have the power to devour everything, even the surrounding air was sucked into it, forming a vacuum zone.

The monks' faces all changed when they saw this. They knew that the Blood Sea Demon Dragon had already used its true power, and all they could rely on was their firm belief in Buddhism and their unyielding will.

"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful, but facing such evil demons, we must be fearless!" The leading old monk shouted loudly. Although his voice trembled slightly due to nervousness, it was still full of firmness and determination.

"All monks, please work together to help me destroy this evil creature!"

“Om Mani Padme Hum!” As the old monk spoke, his appearance suddenly became dignified, and his mouth moved lightly, and as he opened and closed his mouth, more and more mysterious Buddhist mantras emanated from his mouth.

These mantras were extraordinary, and each sentence seemed to contain the wisdom and power of the ancient Buddha, turning into circles of golden ripples that spread in the void. As the old monk chanted, the air around him seemed to be frozen, and even time became unusually slow.

The moment those golden ripples touched the bloody vortex, they emitted a harsh hissing sound, just like a raging flame encountering ice. The blood mist in the vortex began to churn violently, and the wailing and crying of the wronged souls became even more shrill, as if they were making a final struggle against the golden power.

At the same time, other monks also responded one after another. They each formed seals and chanted mantras, injecting their own Buddha power into the battlefield without reservation. The golden light gradually gathered into a river, like a brilliant Milky Way, forming a sharp contrast with the blood-colored vortex in the air.