The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

In the Western Wasteland, as the Blood Sea Demon Dragon fully appeared, the entire world seemed to change color. Its body was covered with strange runes, which flashed with strange light under the nourishment of the Shura Blood Sea Qi, as if containing the power to destroy the world.

"Hahahaha... You lowly ants, how dare you block my arrival!" The Blood Sea Demon Dragon let out a deafening laugh, its voice full of contempt for life and desire for blood.

This blood sea devil not only called himself the king, but also had the same strength as the monks here. Facing this unprecedented strong enemy, the monks were filled with fear and horror, but they did not retreat. The monks knew that facing this extremely evil devil, even if they chose to be tolerant and retreat, they would definitely not let this extremely evil devil give up. Therefore, a battle today was inevitable.

"Amitabha, Buddha is merciful, but it is also our duty to subdue demons and defend the Way!" The old monk recited the scriptures loudly, his voice full of determination and fearlessness. Other monks also responded, and they used all their strength to prepare for a decisive battle with the blood sea demon dragon.

"Hmph, a bunch of ignorant bald donkeys, since you are looking for death, I will grant your wish!" The laughter of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon stopped abruptly, as if it was touched by the determination of the monks, or perhaps the upcoming battle aroused its deeper bloodthirsty nature. Its body slowly crawled in the darkness, its huge body almost covering half of the sky, and its blood-red scales flashed with a strange light under the moonlight. Each scale seemed to have just been fished out of the endless sea of ​​blood, carrying the breath of death. Its eyes were like two burning blood balls, shooting out two blood-red beams, directly hitting the monks. Wherever the beams passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, leaving shocking cracks.

Seeing this, the monks displayed their unique skills. Some monks chanted the mantra, and golden Buddha light surrounded their bodies, dissolving the blood light one by one; others waved their staffs, stimulating bursts of Sanskrit sounds, trying to purify the evil energy around them. The old monk set an example by putting his hands together, closing his eyes and concentrating. After a moment, a dazzling light burst out from his body, transforming into a huge golden Buddha statue, majestic and inviolable.

"Vajra Subduing Demon Formation, activate..." With a loud Buddhist chant, the monks quickly moved to their positions and set up a complex formation around the Blood Sea Demon Dragon. In the formation, golden runes kept flashing, gathering into a powerful force that surrounded the Demon Dragon. The Demon Dragon roared and struggled hard, but found that it was gradually bound by this force and could not move.

However, how could the Blood Sea Demon Dragon be subdued so easily? It suddenly opened its bloody mouth, and a bloody aura that was even stronger than before gushed out, transforming into countless blood-colored tentacles, which attacked the surroundings crazily. Wherever these tentacles reached, the grass and trees withered, the rocks and soil collapsed, and even the air was filled with a suffocating smell of death.

At this moment of despair and fear, the sky suddenly became extremely dark and overcast, as if even the heavens were worried about this battle. The blood was like a river of blood in the Asura Hell, running rampant, and every swing was accompanied by a shrill cry, which was the last wail of the creatures it touched.

Although the monks' formation was stable, cracks began to appear under such a fierce attack. The golden rune light flickered, as if struggling to resist the power from the abyss. The air was filled with an extremely depressing atmosphere, which made people's hearts seem to stop beating.

Suddenly, a particularly huge blood-colored tentacle, like a giant dragon, sprang out from the mouth of the demon dragon, directly penetrated the defense of a monk, and swallowed him instantly. The monk's body was twisted and deformed in the tentacles, and finally turned into a pool of blood, merging into the boundless evil. This scene made the hearts of the other monks sink to the bottom of the valley, but they knew that any retreat at this time would mean the destruction of the entire army.

"Compassion requires drastic measures!" The old monk's voice exploded in everyone's ears, and his golden Buddha statue became more dazzling at this moment, illuminating the surrounding darkness like the sun. He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were like torches, and shot out two solid golden lights, directly hitting the huge blood-colored tentacle.

The golden light collided with the tentacle, causing a deafening roar. The two fought fiercely in the air, and every collision shook the space. In the end, with the strong willpower of the old monk and the combined strength of the monks, the tentacle was torn apart and turned into a bloody rain that fell all over the sky.

"Ah! You lowly bald donkeys, how dare you hurt me? You are simply courting death." Feeling the pain, the blood sea demon dragon let out a miserable scream, followed by a thunderous roar. As the roar spread, the scales on its body seemed to come alive, instantly turning into countless sharp blades, sweeping towards the monks with the power of destroying the world. At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to have turned into a purgatory on earth, and every inch of land was soaked in blood and death.

"Not good, everyone be careful!" The old monk's voice was unprecedentedly serious. His golden Buddha statue seemed to be under tremendous pressure at this moment. Although the light was strong, it also showed some signs of collapse. The air around him was cut into pieces by the blade-like scales, making a sharp hissing sound, like thousands of evil spirits wailing at the same time, which made people tremble with fear.

The monks' faces changed drastically when they saw this, but they did not retreat. They knew that any slight hesitation at this moment could become a fatal flaw. So, they worked more closely together, gathering their own Buddha power into a more powerful force, trying to resist this devastating attack.

However, the angry attack of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon was not so easy to resist and resolve. Its scales turned into blades like a violent storm, dense, swift and sharp, each of which was enough to split mountains and rocks, destroy the world, let alone the monks with flesh and blood. Even if they had profound cultivation and solid diamond body protection, they seemed to be shaky in this endless torrent of blades.

"Amitabha, may the Buddha have mercy on us and protect all living beings." The old monk recited the sutra again, his voice full of determination and fearlessness. As he recited the sutra, his golden Buddha statue began to undergo subtle changes, and the golden light gradually merged into a faint holy glow, which was the purifying power displayed by the supreme Vajra Mantra of Buddhism.

As the old monk chanted the Vajra Mantra, the entire battlefield seemed to be enveloped by a sacred and inviolable holy force. The golden runes shuttled through the golden Buddha light like arrows, and each strand contained the dual power of holiness and destruction. The originally fierce blades began to tremble and twist the moment they touched the silver light, and finally turned into dots of light and dissipated in the air.

"Hmph! Old bald donkey, do you think you can defeat me with just this little trick?" The voice of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon exploded in everyone's ears, with an indescribable evil and arrogance. Its scales, which were originally shocked by the silver light, suddenly lit up a strange red light again, as if it was a raging flame from the underworld, instantly igniting the air of the entire battlefield.

As the demon dragon roared, the scale blades that had dissipated were reborn in the red light, becoming sharper and more violent. Moreover, at this moment, they seemed to no longer be simple physical attacks, but carried some kind of curse and resentment. Every cut was accompanied by the sound of souls being torn apart, causing the monks' hearts to suffer unprecedented torture.

"No! This is a blood sea curse, everyone must keep their minds clear!" The old monk's voice rang out in the chaos. His golden Buddha statue became more solemn at this moment, and the golden light revealed an inviolable holiness. He knew very well that this battle was not just a physical contest, but also a confrontation of will and belief.

However, the Blood Sea Demon Dragon did not give the monks a chance to breathe. Its huge body swelled in the red light, like a moving mountain, crushing the monks. Wherever it passed, space was distorted, and even time seemed to lose its meaning. The monks felt an unprecedented pressure, as if the weight of the entire world was pressing on their shoulders.