The Rebirth of the Immortal Emperor: I am the Lord

In the Western Wasteland, on the battlefield, as the golden galaxy grew stronger, its light became more dazzling, dyeing the sky a brilliant golden color. However, the bloody vortex seemed unwilling to retreat, and it spun madly, trying to devour more Buddha light and vitality and transform them into its own power. In the center of the vortex, a huge eye even began to emerge faintly. It was the true spirit eye of the demon dragon, watching everything coldly.

"Not good! This evil creature is devouring our Buddha power to strengthen itself!" a senior monk cried out urgently, his voice filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

The leading old monk frowned upon hearing this, but he did not waver. He knew very well that if he retreated at this moment, not only would all his efforts be wasted, but countless lives would be plunged into an irretrievable situation. So, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated all his strength and will to the extreme.

"Amitabha, I will sacrifice my blood to the power of the Buddha, and I will use my soul to suppress the evil in the world!" The old monk suddenly opened his eyes, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes. He put his hands together, and blood oozed from his fingertips. The blood instantly turned into golden runes and merged into the golden Milky Way in the sky.

With the old monk's sacrifice, the situation on the entire battlefield changed dramatically. The golden galaxy seemed to be injected with endless vitality and power. It suddenly expanded and turned into a huge golden Buddha's hand, slamming fiercely into the bloody vortex.

"Bang!" With a deafening roar, the blood-colored vortex began to collapse and disintegrate in the face of this powerful force. The wailing of countless wronged souls gradually weakened until it disappeared, and the blood mist was purified by the golden light, turning into dots of fluorescence that dissipated in the air.

"What?! This is impossible!" The Blood Sea Demon Dragon let out a deafening roar and struggled hard in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

However, at this moment, a monk suddenly jumped out of the group of monks, holding a magic weapon flashing with lightning, with a resolute light in his eyes. He shouted in a low voice: "I will sacrifice my blood to the power of the Buddha!" ​​Then, he bit his tongue without hesitation and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the magic weapon. The magic weapon instantly shone brightly, turning into a dazzling lightning, and hit the forehead of the blood sea demon dragon.

"Boom!" A loud noise shook the world, and the Blood Sea Demon Dragon let out a shrill scream, and its huge body trembled violently. The lightning contained pure Buddhist power, which directly pierced through the scales on its forehead and penetrated into its mind, causing severe damage to its soul.

At the same time, the monks also took the opportunity to launch an offensive. The Buddhist treasures and instruments in their hands turned into various forms of Buddhist power, falling on the blood sea demon dragon like raindrops. For a time, the battlefield was full of bright Buddha light, roaring thunder, and surging blood, which was thrilling.

Finally, with the unremitting efforts of the monks, the huge body of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon began to gradually collapse and disintegrate. The blood-colored mist gradually dissipated, revealing its hideous and distorted true appearance. But even so, its eyes were still full of unwillingness and resentment.

“No… Impossible… I am the King of the Blood Sea of ​​Shura Hell… How could… How could I be defeated by a bunch of ants like you…” The Blood Sea Demon Dragon seemed to have used up its last bit of strength to let out an unwilling roar! Then, its huge body fell from mid-air with a bang, hitting the ground with a bang, instantly splashing dust all over the sky.

On the battlefield, the blood mist dissipated, and the body of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon began to collapse and disintegrate at this moment, turning into a pool of black liquid, remaining on this land forever.

However, in the Western Wasteland, after the thrilling battle, although the evil and vicious Blood Sea Demon Dragon was killed by the monks, they were not happy at all. Because behind this tragic battle were the disappearance and sacrifice of countless lives, the devastation of mountains and rivers, and the scars that were difficult to heal between heaven and earth.

Especially the old monk who was leading the group. He was originally the leader of Buddhism in the Western Wasteland and the symbol of their Buddhist spirit. However, in order to destroy the extremely evil Blood Sea Demon Dragon, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life in exchange for the short-lived peace of all living beings in the Western Wasteland! The monks looked at the blood-stained land in front of them, and their hearts were filled with endless compassion and sorrow.

"Amitabha, may Buddha have mercy on these innocent souls." A senior monk put his hands together, closed his eyes and chanted in a low and sad voice. Other senior monks followed suit. They knew that although the blood sea demon dragon had been eliminated, it did not mean that the Western Wasteland would be able to enjoy peace.

As expected, just as the monks were immersed in sorrow and prayer, a gust of cold wind suddenly rolled up from the void, bringing with it an indescribable chill and a familiar yet strange evil aura. This aura was so similar to the Blood Sea Demon Dragon that had just been destroyed, but it seemed even more evil and more powerful.

The monks suddenly opened their eyes and saw that the sky seemed to be torn apart with cracks appearing. Deep in the cracks, blurry and huge blood shadows seemed to be gradually taking shape. They slowly squirmed and rose from the cracks in the ground, surrounded by blood mist and cold air that was thicker than before.

"This...what's going on?!" The monks were shocked, and an unprecedented fear surged in their hearts. They realized that this was not the rebirth of the Blood Sea Demon Dragon, but the awakening of an even more ancient and terrifying evil force.

The shadow gradually became clear, revealing a twisted and hideous face. Its eyes were like two bloody abysses, devouring all the light and hope around it. It let out a low and hoarse laugh that echoed across the battlefield, making everyone who heard it tremble in the depths of their souls.

“Hahaha…you ants, do you think you’ve won just by killing a mere Blood Sea Demon Dragon? You are too naive! The strength of that Blood Sea Demon Dragon is just a power that is not worth mentioning in my Shura Realm.” From the depths of the crack, an arrogant and cold tone came as if from the abyss of hell.

As the voice fell, the whole world seemed to tremble, as if more blood shadows were intertwined and entangled in the cracks, forming a blood-red sky that covered the sky. Under this sky, every inch of land in the Western Wasteland seemed to be shrouded in depression and despair.

In an instant, the monks understood that what they had faced before was just a small pawn of the evil power of Shura Realm. But at this moment, perhaps it was the real power of Shura Realm.

The Shura Realm, a terrifying realm hidden deep in the sea of ​​blood and said to be beyond the mundane world, is the ultimate destination of all evil, tyranny and blood in the world. Here, there is no alternation between day and night, only eternal blood and coldness; there is no peace and tranquility, only endless killing and plundering.

In the Shura Realm, there live all kinds of Shura clans and all kinds of terrifying creatures, with different shapes and strange abilities, far beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Some Shuras have ox-headed and horse-faced beasts, with infinite strength, and can easily tear apart mountains and rivers; others turn into invisible shadows, shuttle through the darkness, and take lives silently. What's more terrifying is that these Shura creatures not only have powerful powers, but also have twisted minds and endless desires. They enjoy killing and eat the souls of living beings.

Although the boundary between the Shura world and the human world is also separated by natural barriers, it is not insurmountable. According to legend, whenever great evil and chaos appear in the human world, the power of the Shura world will take the opportunity to infiltrate, trying to drag the entire world into endless darkness and despair. And those creatures eroded by the power of the Shura world will gradually lose their reason and humanity, transforming into Shura ghosts and monsters, wreaking havoc in the human world...

The monks had never expected that the terrifying existence from the Shura World would suddenly descend on the Western Wilderness at this time. Could it be that the Immortal World today has really become so chaotic that it is beyond redemption?

At this moment, the monks were filled with endless doubts and fear. Their chanting seemed to become weak and powerless under the terrifying pressure of the Shura Realm. The shadow of the Shura Realm was like a thick dark cloud, covering the sky and preventing the sun from penetrating. The entire Western Wasteland Buddhist Realm once again fell into a dead silence and panic.