Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Just as the seven semi-saints shouted, suddenly, the purple mist shook violently.

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

"Amitabha!"

A Buddhist sound instantly suppressed the thick bloody smell here and made it disappear.

In the shock and anger of the seven semi-saints, a man in white slowly approached from outside the purple mist.

This was a monk. If the seven semi-saints had not known that the Buddhist sound came from the mouth of the man in white, they would never have believed that this monk who could not see any Buddhist power would be a brilliant existence in the Western Regions Buddhism.

"Fighting Buddha!"

A shocked and angry voice came from the mouth of one of the creatures.

The monk in white looked at this place and lowered his eyebrows slightly.

"All living things have their own lives. To slaughter them like this is a crime that should be punished!"

He stretched out his clasped hands slightly, and in an instant, a golden stick about an inch long suddenly changed from his ears, turning into eight feet, spinning in the air, and slammed down on the body of one of the semi-saints.

The semi-saint had not even reacted before he was hit by the stick, and his hideous body exploded into a blood mist in an instant.

"I will fight and send you into reincarnation!"

The golden stick slowly returned to the hands of the white-robed monk, and the stick was buzzing non-stop.

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

Instantly killing one of them, even if that creature was the weakest among the seven creatures, was enough to prove the horror of the white-robed monk.

The most important thing is that the white-robed monk was not yet a semi-saint, but only the third level of Hunyuan.

The third level of Hunyuan!

The six creatures looked at each other and roared.

There were eagles, crocodiles, tigers...

Fighting Buddha, the third level of Hunyuan, single-handedly pushed the ancient creatures and created a pure land of Buddha.

In the roar of the six semi-saint creatures, the monk in white was fierce in the roar of the wind.

Immediately, the monk in white slowly raised his head, and a pair of dark golden eyes suppressed the world in an instant.

In his hand, the half-emperor stick moved slowly.

Behind him, infinite Buddha light gathered, and the vast Buddha light turned into four Dharma images.

One Dharma image, with an ape face and an eight-foot body, wearing a golden silk armor, a golden crown with feathers facing the sky, purple gold boots, a horizontal world stick in his hand, a pair of eyes, naughty, unruly, as if destroying the world.

One Dharma image, a seven-foot monkey body, two pupils of different colors, one black, one white, with a golden Buddha robe hanging on his body, covering his feet, with long hair all over his body, and some hair overflowing from the golden Buddha robe.

One Dharma image, still with a monkey face, but a body of ten feet, with arms hanging down like shoulders, wearing a golden and silver heavenly armor, with a big sun on his left shoulder and a bright moon on his right shoulder, his hands as big as a palm leaf fan, as if he could hold the sun and the moon, and support thousands of mountains.

One Dharma image, however, was sitting cross-legged, with a naked upper body, light golden hair, slightly short, and delicate facial features, more like a human face, but a pair of eyes, but it seemed to contain a starry sky, and there were six ears.

Four Dharma images, standing horizontally behind the white-robed monk, the white-robed monk's pair of golden Buddha pupils, looking at the six creatures.

Immediately, he stepped out, and a golden stick broke the many immortal bones and fell on the body of one of the semi-saint creatures.

Blood and flesh splattered, and the semi-saint creature wailed, and was hit hard on the altar by this stick.

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

The four great ape-faced Dharma images formed a formation and fell in all directions. The four great powers of earth, fire, wind and water contained the beautiful Buddhist sound, sealing this large altar of flesh and blood.

The white-robed monk looked at the five ancient creatures that were killing him, and frowned slightly.

When he came, his original intention was just to kill this clan of creatures and avenge the creatures of a city that died in his hands.

He never thought there would be such a change. Although he didn't know where this altar led to, he felt a fear in his heart.

Of course, there was no wind or waves in that crack, but in his feeling, it seemed to reveal endless chill.

He had cultivated the magical power of Buddhism, which could seek benefits and avoid harm, and distinguish life and death. When he stepped into this place, he had already realized that if something came out of the crack, with his current strength, he would definitely not be able to get out of this place.

"Is this why you wantonly slaughter the creatures of the world?" There was a faint fire of anger in the eyes of the white-robed monk, and the half-emperor stick in his hand was merciless.

Boom!

His stick moved and fought with the five creatures.

The sky collapsed, the immortal bones were annihilated, and the altar roared, just a few dozen moves of fighting.

The five creatures, including the six severely injured creatures, were suppressed by the white-robed monk alone.

Each of his sticks was enough to break thousands of mountains, and even the power of the law and magical powers were forcibly blasted away by this stick.

The ancients of the six celestial corpse clansThe spirits roared in anger, but wounds appeared on their bodies, their bones and blood were broken, and parts of their bodies were shattered into nothingness.

At this moment, the monk in white suddenly looked pale, and he looked up suddenly, but he stepped without hesitation.

His body suddenly disappeared from the spot and rushed into the sky.

In the land where he was before, a faint flame appeared, and the flame was white. In an instant, it merged into the blood desert.

The blood desert and the immortal bones turned into nothingness at this moment.

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

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

At some point, a figure slowly walked out of the crack.

This was a man with a pale face and no blood color.

Behind him, the dragon wings spread out, and the whole body was dark red.

Silver-white hair was waving wildly, and every strand of hair was a fairy snake. The ears were dark red, like fox ears, and on his head were many silver-white fairy snakes.

His eyes, one like a dragon, the other like a phoenix.

This creature slowly landed on the top of the altar.

He easily passed through the sealing technique performed by the four Dharma images, treating it as if it were nothing.

"Finally it came out!" Tianshi Shengzu murmured softly, and he showed a satisfied smile, picked up his broken hand, and connected it to his right arm.

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

He slightly side-eyed and looked at the Dharma image that performed the sealing technique, "What is this?"

"A monkey?"

Immediately, he was seen moving slowly in his eyes.

Boom!

From his eyes, a dragon and a phoenix emerged. A golden dragon was ten thousand feet long, flying in the world. In an instant, it devoured the four Dharma images, and the monk in white did not even have a chance to react.

And the colorful phoenix opened its mouth, covering his body as if it was covering the sky and the sun.

"Saint!?"

"Ancient saint!?"

Even the monk in white had a sudden change of expression at this moment.

He immediately turned around and left without looking back.

He stepped out with both feet, and the immortal essence turned into endless golden mist, pushing his body away from here.

His speed was so fast that even a pseudo-saint would find it difficult to react suddenly.

The old ancestor of the Heavenly Corpse looked at this scene, but couldn't help but smile lightly.

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

"One has perished? Then let's create another one!"

"Use part of this human race as material, and as for the soul, we can take it later!"

The pair of dragon wings behind him trembled slightly.

In an instant, his body disappeared.

In the blood desert, a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down the forehead of the monk in white who jumped away.

"It is definitely not the ancient creature who became a saint in the Western Region. This ancient creature is more than ten times more powerful than those creatures!"

"Could it be..."

The white-robed monk's face faded slightly, "Did it walk out of the forbidden area?"

"Oh no!"