Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Dou Zhan never imagined that he would encounter a holy creature.

Even, it is very likely to walk out of the forbidden area.

Isn't it the canonization of the emperor? ?

How could a saint in the Forbidden Land of the Western Regions be born! ?

In his eyes, anxiety gathered, and the Buddha's power in his body poured out without reservation.

When he saw the corpse saint that day, Douzhan could realize that the corpse saint that day was by no means an enemy of his ability.

If it is to fight, there must be no way out.

Just as the fight was fleeing for his life, a faint laughter fell clearly into the ears of the fight.

"The creatures of this era, why bother to flee!? If you surrender to the sage, the sage can guarantee to cast your holy road!"

Faint words sounded, making Dou Zhan's complexion suddenly changed.

In the next instant, before the battle, the space suddenly turned into a whirlpool.

Endless life, as if swallowing everything.

If there was a golden fire in Dou Zhan's eyes, he never retreated. Instead, holding the half-emperor club in both hands, it crashed towards the center of the whirlpool.

His body was plunged into the boundless aura, like entering the sea, being completely swallowed in it.

The body of the corpse saint slowly fell from the sky.

He looked at the death vortex, "Such a posture, in this era, it should be the peak of existence!?"

"Interesting, I never thought I would encounter such a creature as soon as I left the forbidden area."

The words fell gently, and a **** light appeared in his dragon and phoenix pupils.

"Such good material, if it is easily damaged, it would be a pity!"

With this last word falling, after seeing the death vortex, a touch of golden light broke through the endless death and got out.

Fighting body, the white robe was stained with blood, and the sleeves above his arms had all disappeared. The pure red arms held the emperor stick, and the blood of the Buddha continued to infect the emperor stick.

The corner of his mouth was faintly overflowing with blood, and no one knew what he had experienced from the death vortex.

"Being able to get out of the dead zone really makes this saint look different, but..."

During the fight and fleeing, the sage of Heavenly Corpse raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said lightly: "Don't you really think that you can escape from the front of this sage?"

Suddenly, his dragon and phoenix pupils shook suddenly, and his voice, like thunder, exploded towards the Buddha of Douzhan.

"Stupid!"

boom!

The sky where the Fighting Buddha is located, at this moment, seems to be split.

A series of space cracks, intertwined vertically and horizontally, immediately, the surrounding space, completely burst.

Just two words, it contains the holy origin, and it is enough to destroy a world in an instant.

The immeasurable Buddha light lit up from the void.

If there is a roar of ape, rush out from the void of that side.

boom!

A half-emperor's stick, like a pillar of heaven, from it, the sacred sound of the broken corpse fell in this **** desert.

And on this half-emperor's stick, the fighting Buddha never flees, but sits at the top of this stick.

His body was stained with Buddha's blood, his hands clasped together, and wisps of golden Buddha power lingered beside him.

Dou Zhan looked at the corpse saint quietly, "Little monk, I have a question, dare to ask the holy saint, is the holy saint enter the world or become a holy?"

His voice was calm and indifferent, and there was no slight anger before.

The corpse saint standing in this world, the corners of his mouth provoked, like a touch of contempt.

"The creatures of this era, are you delaying time?"

"Even if it delays time, what can you do? As I expected, the saints in this area, the emperor, and Jiufen are all in the airspace of life and death. This saint has been in the second stage of sanctification for 30,000 years."

"The vastness of the immortal world is the few existences that have never entered the forbidden land and have colluded with the heavens. They have their own responsibilities. How can it be such a coincidence that they can appear here. Do you think, who can save you now?"

Dou Zhan was sitting on the half-emperor stick, and he quietly looked at the saint of the corpse, his eyes were as if there was no wave in the ancient well.

He did not speak, as if waiting for the answer before.

The contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the Heavenly Corpse Saint gradually faded away, replacing them, as if there was a shocking glow in the dragon and phoenix eyes.

"The boring ants, let this saint lose interest, you will only fall faster!"

His palm slowly lifted, and from his palm, there was endless dead energy that condensed into substance, turned into gray-black silk threads, if billions of madness condensed, even, those many dead Qi threads even appeared in the fighting body beside.

"This saint will fulfill your last wish!"

The corpse saint said indifferently, "This saint has indeed walked out of the airspace of life and death. In this era, the heavenly path has been laid out and the saint bound the emperor, but it does not mean that we will not be born!"

His words fell into Dou Zhan's ears, and Dou Zhan's eyes slowly closed.

"The second stage of entering the holy, the former ancient saint!"

"Western Regions, we will be robbed!"

In his mouth, if there is a Brahma sound, his eyes suddenly open and close, and from his eyes, if there is an infinite Buddha light blooming, the Buddha's light is like a cloud, sweeping across the world.

It is the thread of death condensed by the holy yuan that has opened up a domain in this Buddha light.

Under him, the half-emperor's stick shrank and fell into his hands. There was a wisp of Buddha's blood spreading on the eight-foot emperor's stick, and the brilliance of majesty appeared in this world.

"Little monk fighting, please die!"

Fighting Buddha opened his mouth, and in his eyes, there were only lines of fighting spirit left in his eyes.

He once soared into the immortal, in less than two hundred years, he got the trend of the world, and got many opportunities from the Western Regions to enter the Hunyuan.

Along the way, he once beheaded and killed the ancient creatures, stopped killing by fighting, and stopped fighting by killing. His eight-foot golden stick crossed the Western Regions, and he is now known as the fighting Buddha.

But even so, he has never fought against the saint in battle.

The saint of the corpse is the first person.

Whether it's a saint, it doesn't matter if you enter the second pass.

"Everything is empty. After entering the Hunyuan from the Western Regions, they will disperse and return to the Western Regions!"

"I hope the Western Regions can survive this disaster!"

In the vastness of the Buddha's light, there seemed to be a light sigh.

Immediately, I saw that heavy stick shadow, overwhelming the sky, falling on the thread of endless death in a crash.

A roar sounded from within the thread of death.

The Celestial Corpse Saint manipulated the endless death-spirit thread with one hand, allowing the fighting to do its best, but in the end, the death-spirit thread formed by his sacred yuan became more and more, until he would fight the white cloth. , All submerged in it.

But after a hundred breaths, the endless thread of death slowly diffused, revealing the figure of fighting.

I saw in his body, there were three lifeless threads running through his brow, chest, and lower abdomen.

Fighting Buddha, it seems like a soulless body, hanging here.

"The ant fight, just a joke!"

The corpse saint is like standing proudly in this world, if he didn't want to use the corpse of the creature as the material, how could he be able to hold a hundred breaths! ?

"Take his soul first. As for this body, although the injuries are a bit more, it is still intact!"

In the palm of the corpse saint, there is a slender knife the size of a palm, the whole body is like purple jade.

With one step, he appeared in front of Dou Zhan.

The palm of his hand moved slightly, and the sword of the purple jade went to the forehead of Dou Zhan.

Three inches, two inches, one inch!

Just as the second sword, like a fighting skull, wanted to pierce the sea of ​​knowledge and take its Buddha soul, a long and leisurely groan slowly entered from the ears of the corpse saint.

"There is history in scrolls in both modern and ancient times, and you can know the life and death by the bridge;

It is a heavenly guest who comes and goes, but love and hate are idiots. "

Chanting like a rumors, into the holy ears.

The knife suddenly moved!