Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Just when the Seven and Half Saints shouted, suddenly, the purple mist shook.

As the purple mist exploded, a sound of vastness slowly rose from outside the purple mist.

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist sound, in a flash, suppressed the strong **** atmosphere here, and disappeared.

Amidst the anger of the seven semi-sages, I saw a white coat slowly approaching outside the purple mist.

This is a monk, if it weren’t for the seven and a half saints to know that the sound of the Buddha came from the mouth of this white robe, I’m afraid I would never believe it. This monk who can’t see the slightest power of Buddha would be in the Buddhist path of the Western Regions A splendid existence.

"Fighting Buddha!"

There was a sound of anger, which sounded from the mouth of one of the creatures.

Looking at this place, the monk in white slightly lowered his eyebrows.

"All living beings have a fate, such a slaughter, the sin is to be blamed!"

His clasped hands probed slightly, and in an instant, an inch of golden stick suddenly changed from his ears, turned into eight feet, rotated in the air, and crashed onto the body of one of the semi-saints.

The half-sage didn't even react, he was hit by the stick, and his hideous and terrifying body burst into a **** mist in an instant.

"Little monks fight, send you all into reincarnation!"

The golden stick slowly turned back into the hands of the white-clothed monk, and there was a continuous buzzing on the stick.

In an instant, the other six ancient half-saint creatures all changed.

Killing one of them instantly, even if that creature is the weakest among the seven creatures, it is enough to witness the horror of the monk in white clothes.

The most important thing is that this monk in white has never been a semi-sage, but only the third realm of Hunyuan.

Hunyuan third realm!

The six creatures looked at each other and couldn't help screaming.

There are eagles, crocodile roar, tigers roar...

Fighting against the Buddha, in the third state of Hunyuan, one person pushes the ancient creatures horizontally, creating a pure land in the Buddha realm.

In the roar of these six and a half holy creatures, the monk in white, white roar fiercely in the wind.

Immediately, the white-clothed monk slowly raised his head, a pair of dark golden eyes, in a flash, the world was silent.

In his hand, the half emperor stick moved slowly.

Behind him, the boundless light of Buddha gathers, and the vast light of Buddha turns into the four great dharma signs.

A face, ape face and eight feet body, wearing a golden silk sky armor, a golden crown facing the sky, purple gold boots on his head, a cross stick in his hand, a pair of eyes, stubborn, unruly, like an extinct world.

One Dharma, seven-foot ape body, two pupils of different colors, one pupil is pitch black, one pupil is white, hanging a golden Buddha garment, hanging to cover the feet, with slender hair all over the body, with hair overflowing from the golden Buddha garment.

The face is still an ape face, but the body is ten feet long, with arms hanging down like shoulders, wearing gold and silver sky armor, with a big sun on the left shoulder, and a bright moon on the right shoulder. Its hand is as big as a fan, like catching the sun and the moon. Can support Qianshan.

One form, but sitting cross-legged, the upper body is naked, the hair is light gold, slightly shorter, and its features are delicate, more like a human face, but a pair of eyes seems to contain a starry sky and six ears.

The four great phenomena stand horizontally behind the white-clothed monk. The white-clothed monk's pair of golden Buddha pupils is looking at the six great creatures.

Immediately, he stepped out under his feet, and a golden rod broke off the many fairy bones and blasted down on the body of one of the semi-saint creatures.

The flesh and blood splashed, and the half-saint creature wailed, and was slammed onto the altar by this stick.

The altar roared, and the cracks above it were almost unstable.

The faces of the four great apes are more like arrays, falling in the four directions, the four great powers of earth, fire, geomantic and shui, containing the majestic Buddha sound, sealing this big flesh and blood altar.

The monk in white looked at the five ancient creatures who had killed him, frowning slightly.

When he came, his original intention was only to kill the creatures of this race, to avenge the death of a city of creatures in his hands.

Never thought that there would be such a change. Although this altar did not know where to lead, it made him feel a kind of fear.

Of course, there was no wind and no waves in the crack, but in his feelings, it seemed to reveal endless chill from it.

He cultivated with Buddhism supernatural powers, able to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, distinguish between life and death. When he stepped into this place, he had already noticed that if something went out of the crack, with his current power, he would never get out of this place.

"Will slaughter the world's living beings wantonly, is that this?" The white-clothed monk's eyes faintly burned with anger, and his hand was half the emperor's stick, and it was even more merciless.

boom!

The stick moved, fighting with the five great creatures.

The sky fell apart, the bones were annihilated, and the altar roared, just a confrontation of dozens of moves.

The five creatures, including the six that were severely injured, were suppressed by the monk in white.

Each of its sticks has the power to break through the thousand mountains, and even the power of Dao Ze and the magical powers are blown away by this stick.

The pre-ancient creatures of the six heavenly corpses were roaring again and again, but there were inevitably more wounds on their bodies, blood and bones cracked, and part of the body was shattered into nothingness.

At this moment, the monk's complexion in white clothes changed admiringly, he suddenly raised his head, but he stepped on his feet without hesitation.

His body suddenly disappeared in place, rushing into the sky.

And in the earth where he was before, there was a faint flame, the flame was white, and it melted into this blood desert in an instant.

The blood desert, the fairy bone, at this moment, turned into nothingness.

A huge crater appeared in the eyes of the monk in white, causing his golden pupils to tremble slightly.

He looked at the top of the altar, in the crack.

I don't know when, within the crack, a figure slowly walked out.

This is a pale, bloodless man.

Behind it, the dragon wings spread out, and the whole body is dark red.

The silver-white hair swayed wildly, and every strand of hair was a fairy snake, and its ears were dark red, like fox ears. On its head, inside the silver-white fairy snakes.

Its double pupils, one pupil is like a dragon, and the other is like a phoenix.

This creature slowly landed on the top of the altar.

He easily passed the sealing technique performed by the four great magical elements, and regarded it as nothing.

"It's finally out!" Heavenly Corpse Saint Ancestor whispered softly, he showed a satisfied smile, picked up his severed hand, and connected it to his right arm.

I saw the broken hand on the right arm, and on his arm, there were countless holy yuans like silk, sewing the broken arm together.

He tilted his eyes slightly, looking at the spellcasting scene of the seal technique, "What is this?"

"Monkey?"

Immediately, the eyes moved slowly.

boom!

From within his eyes, a dragon and a phoenix appeared, a golden dragon full of feet, wandering in this world, and in an instant, it swallowed the four great phenomena, and the monk in white did not even have the opportunity to react.

And the colored phoenix opened its mouth even more, covering its body as if covering the sky.

"saint!?"

"Former ancient saint!?"

Even the monk in white, his complexion, could not help but change suddenly at this moment.

He immediately turned and left without looking back.

Stepping out with both feet, the immortal yuan is like an endless golden mist, pushing its body away from here.

Its speed is so fast that it is difficult for ordinary false saints to react suddenly.

The ancestor of the sky corpse looked at this scene, but couldn't help but smile.

He looked at the six terrified creatures, the one that had died.

"Did one die? Then make another one!"

"So use a part of this human race as the material, as for the soul, take it again!"

Behind him, the pair of dragon wings shook slightly.

In an instant, his body has disappeared.

In the blood desert, the monk in white clothes who passed away, a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped off his forehead.

"It's definitely not the ancient creatures who sanctified in the Western Regions. The ancient creatures here are more than ten times stronger than those creatures!"

"Is it impossible..."

The white-clothed monk's face faded faintly, "Did you walk out of the forbidden area?"

"Oops!"