The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

"Amitabha! Good, good!" The leading monk put his hands together, his eyes flashing with determination. His voice was trembling but steady, trying to fight this evil force with the compassion and wisdom of Buddhism. "My Buddha is compassionate and saves all living beings. I have no grudges or hatred with you, the Shura world. Why do you ignore the law of reincarnation, wantonly trample on life, and invade my pure land of Buddhism?"

However, the answer from the bloody abyss was a cold and merciless mockery. "Humph! A quiet place? Old bald donkey, do you know that the worlds of immortals and Buddhas are already rotten, and your faith has long lost its former glory and order. The immortals and Buddhas are obsessed with power and desire, killing each other, and they don't care about the life and death of you ants? My Shura world follows the way of heaven, takes killing as the way, and takes devouring as pleasure, just to clean up all the hypocrisy and sin in this world!"

As the eerie words fell, the Shura ghosts seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and they became more violent and ferocious. They howled miserably, waving their sharp claws and fangs, tearing the void, as if they could break free of some kind of restraints and descend to the human world in the next moment.

The bloody abyss seemed to come alive, and waves of thick bloody and cold air surged out like a tide, shrouding the entire Western Wilderness Buddhist world in an ominous shadow. The sky became extremely dark, covered with dark clouds, and thunder roared, as if the deepest anger between heaven and earth was roaring.

The howling of the Shura ghosts and vengeful spirits became more and more piercing. They twisted and struggled in the abyss, as if they were trying to break through some ancient seal. Each howl was accompanied by a powerful spiritual power fluctuation, which made the void tremble, as if even the space itself was distorted by this evil force.

Facing this sudden change, the monks' faces became extremely solemn at this moment. They knew very well the horror and unpredictability of this force. They tightly grasped the Buddhist treasures and instruments in their hands, ready to face the coming disaster. However, their hearts were filled with helplessness and despair, because the scene before them was beyond their imagination and preparation.

"Crack!"

However, at this moment, the sky seemed to be broken, and a sound like an egg breaking was heard. Then, a huge crack suddenly appeared in the sky, and a dark figure slowly walked out of the crack. It was a Shura general wearing a black robe and holding a sickle. His eyes were like two deep black holes, swallowing up all the light and hope around him. Every step he took was accompanied by the trembling of the air and the distortion of the void, as if he was the incarnation of the Shura world, representing endless death and destruction.

Behind it, the Shura monsters also emerged from the bloody abyss. They were like a demon army that had been released. Their numbers were so large that they almost covered the sky. Each Shura monster exuded a strong stench of decay and death. Their eyes flashed with madness and bloodthirstiness, their mouths dripped with bloody saliva, and they let out heart-pounding roars.

These Shura ghosts have different shapes, some are like giant humanoid spiders, covered with sticky spider silk; some are twisted snake monsters, their bodies are constantly extending, flashing cold scales; some are simply faceless horror shadows, feeding on pure malice and wandering around. They hover and jump in the air, forming a hellish horror picture.

General Shura stood in front of these ghosts, like an emperor in a sea of ​​blood. He slowly raised the sickle in his hand. An ominous light of blood flowed on the sickle, as if it could cut off all life and soul.

"Hmph! You lowly ants, prepare to meet your doomsday!" General Shura sneered, his voice was as cold as ice, making people shudder. "Today, I will let you see the true power of Shura!" His voice was full of evil and cruelty, like the sentence of the god of death.

As he finished speaking, a powerful and evil force erupted from his body, sweeping across the battlefield like a blood-red storm. At the same time, the Shura monsters also seemed to have received some kind of command, roaring and snarling, staring with scarlet eyes, opening their bloody mouths, revealing their sharp fangs, and pouncing on the monks with their teeth and claws bared.

They shuttled through the monks at an alarming speed, their sharp claws and fangs ruthlessly tearing through all obstacles. The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and wailing, and lives were lost in despair every moment.

Facing this unprecedented terrifying force, the monks were filled with fear and despair, but they did not give up resistance. They knew that this was their responsibility and mission as Buddhist disciples. So, they urged the power of Buddha, exerted their own Buddhist treasures and instruments to the extreme, and launched a final desperate struggle with the evil forces of the Shura world.

They waved their Buddhist instruments vigorously, and the golden and black lights intertwined and collided on the battlefield. The Buddha's light flickered in the blood, and there was a dazzling light and a deafening roar. Every roar was accompanied by the disappearance of life and the wailing of pain, but the monks did not retreat. They built a solid defense line with their flesh and blood, and used their lives to interpret the true meaning of Buddhism and the power of faith. However, facing such a huge enemy and such a powerful evil force, their resistance seemed so insignificant.

In this battle of great disparity, the monks' situation became increasingly difficult. The evil power of the Shura world seemed endless, and each counterattack brought a more fierce attack. The monks' Buddha power was gradually exhausted, and their bodies were covered with wounds, but they still gritted their teeth and held on to their last belief and hope.

"Amitabha! I am willing to use my flesh and blood to protect Buddhism and safeguard the people!" A young monk chanted scriptures aloud. He resolutely rushed to the front and used his body to block those crazy Asura ghosts.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth, interrupted the young monk's steps. A huge Shura monster, with a distorted shape and covered in flames, suddenly jumped out from behind the Shura general. Its size was so huge that it almost covered half of the sky. Its eyes were like two burning flames, shooting straight at the young monk, as if to devour his soul.

The young monk turned pale in the face of this sudden and terrifying blow, but his eyes shone with an unyielding light. He tightly grasped the Buddhist treasures and instruments, and his whole body was shining with Buddha's light, trying to use the last of his Buddha's power to resist this fatal blow. However, in the face of absolute power, his resistance seemed so insignificant.

With a "bang", the young monk's body was like a kite with a broken string, and was smashed away by the huge impact force. Blood sprayed in the air, dyeing the sky red. His Buddhist treasures and magic tools also broke into several pieces and scattered on the battlefield, losing their former glory.

This scene made all the monks feel unprecedented despair and shock. They watched their companions sacrificed, their hearts filled with anger and grief. However, they knew that crying and retreating would not solve the problem. Only by more firm faith and more courageous fighting could they protect this pure land of Buddhism.

So the monks cheered up again, they supported each other, encouraged each other, and turned their grief into strength. They rearranged their formation, gathered the power of Buddha together, and formed a more solid line of defense. Their eyes flashed with determination, as if saying: "Even in the face of great difficulties and dangers, we must persevere to the end, because we are disciples of Buddhism, and our faith and mission do not allow us to retreat!"

At this moment, the monks seemed to have already put life and death aside. The only thing left was to fight the evil forces of the Shura world to the end. The Shura ghosts seemed to have sensed the monks' determination and courage, and they became more violent and cruel. They kept howling and roaring, trying to shock the monks' hearts with their voices. However, the monks remained unmoved. They closed their eyes tightly, silently recited scriptures in their hearts, and exerted the power of Buddhism to the extreme.

Not only that, some monks followed the example of the young monk, defending the dignity of Buddhism with their flesh and blood, and guarding the pure land in their hearts. In an instant, the golden and black lights intertwined and collided on the battlefield, bursting out with dazzling light and deafening roars. Every roar was accompanied by the disappearance of life and painful wails, but the monks did not flinch. They used their flesh and blood to build an indestructible defense line, and used their lives to fight a desperate battle with the evil forces of the Shura world.

However, this battle seemed destined to be a tragedy. The Buddhist light of the monks gradually dimmed under the siege of the Shura ghosts, and their bodies were covered with scars and blood. Countless monks interpreted their beliefs with their own blood and flesh, and dedicated their lives to this land. But despite this, they still gritted their teeth and did not give up. Their eyes still flashed with a firm light and unyielding will, and they persisted in the last belief and hope...!