Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Douzhan had never thought that he would encounter a creature who had entered the Saint level.

Even more likely, it was out of the forbidden area.

Wasn't he the Saint of Binding Emperor! ?

How could a saint from the Western Regions forbidden area come to the world! ?

There was uneasiness in his eyes, and the Buddha power in his body poured out without reservation.

When he saw the Heavenly Corpse Saint, Douzhan could sense that the Heavenly Corpse Saint was definitely not his opponent.

If they fought, there would be no way to survive.

Just as Douzhan was running for his life, a faint laugh fell clearly into Douzhan's ears.

"Why do creatures of this era have to flee!? If you submit to this Saint, this Saint can guarantee that I will forge your path to Sainthood!"

The faint words sounded, causing Douzhan's face to change suddenly.

The next moment, in front of Douzhan, the space suddenly became a vortex.

Endless death energy, as if swallowing everything.

Dou Zhan's eyes seemed to be burning with fire. He did not retreat, but held the half-emperor stick in both hands and fell to the center of the vortex.

His body entered the vast death energy, just like entering the sea, and was completely swallowed up in it.

The body of the Heavenly Corpse Saint slowly fell from the sky.

He looked at the death energy vortex, "Such a figure, in this era, should also be the peak existence!?"

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

The words fell gently, and a blood-red light appeared in his dragon and phoenix pupils.

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

As the last word fell, a golden light was seen behind the death energy vortex, breaking through the endless death energy and escaping.

Douzhan's body was covered in blood. The sleeves on his arms had all disappeared. His bare arms were holding the imperial staff, and the Buddha's blood was constantly infecting the imperial staff.

Blood was faintly flowing from the corners of his mouth. No one knew what he had experienced in the vortex of death.

"Being able to walk out of the dead zone really makes this saint look at you differently, but..."

While Douzhan was running away, the Heavenly Corpse Saint raised his mouth slightly and said with a sneer: "You don't really think you can escape from this saint, do you?"

Suddenly, his dragon and phoenix pupils shook violently, and his voice was like thunder, exploding towards the Douzhan Buddha.

"Ignorance!"

Boom!

The sky where the Douzhan Buddha was located seemed to be cracked at this moment.

Space cracks intertwined, and then the surrounding space was completely shattered.

Just two words, but they contained the holy essence, and in an instant, they were enough to destroy a world.

Immeasurable Buddha light lit up from the void.

There was a sound like a monkey's cry and roar, rushing out from the void.

Boom!

A half-emperor stick, like a pillar of heaven, from which the holy sound of breaking the sky corpse fell into the blood desert.

And on this half-emperor stick, Douzhan Buddha never escaped again, but sat cross-legged on the top of the stick.

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

Douzhan looked at the Heaven Corpse Saint quietly, "Little monk, I have a question, may I ask the Saint, is the Saint entering the world to become a saint, or becoming a saint and entering the world?"

His voice was calm and indifferent, without any of the previous anger.

The Heaven Corpse Saint stood in this world, with the corners of his mouth raised, as if there was a hint of contempt.

"A creature of this era, are you stalling for time?"

"Even if you are stalling for time, what can it do? As I expected, nine out of ten saints and emperors in this area are in the airspace of life and death. This saint has been in the second level of sainthood for 30,000 years."

"The fairy world is vast. Even those few who have never entered the forbidden area and conspired with the way of heaven have their own responsibilities. How could it be such a coincidence that they can appear here. Who do you think can save you now?"

Dou Zhan sat cross-legged on this half-emperor stick. He looked at the Heaven Corpse Saint quietly, his eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

He did not speak, as if he was waiting for the previous answer.

The contempt and ridicule in the eyes of the Heaven Corpse Saint gradually disappeared, and instead, there seemed to be a terrifying brilliance in his dragon and phoenix eyes.

"Boring ants, if you make me lose interest, you will only fall faster!"

He raised his hand slowly, and endless dead air condensed into substance from his palm, turning into gray-black silk threads, as if billions of crazy hairs were condensed, and even those many dead air threads appeared beside Douzhan.

"I will fulfill your last wish!"

The Heavenly Corpse Saint said indifferently, "I did walk out of the airspace of life and death. In this era, the Heavenly Dao arranged to confer the title of Saint and bind the emperor, but it does not mean that we will not be born!"

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

"The second level of entering the sainthood, the ancient saints!"

"The Western Region is going to be robbed!"

It was as if a Buddhist sound sounded from his mouth, and the next moment, his eyes suddenlyOpening and closing, from his eyes, it was as if there was an infinite Buddha light blooming, and the Buddha light was like a rosy cloud, sweeping towards this world.

It was the thread of death energy condensed by the Holy Yuan, which opened up a domain in this Buddha light.

Under him, the half-emperor stick shrank suddenly and fell into his hands. There were strands of Buddha blood spreading on the eight-foot emperor stick, and the magnificent power appeared in this world.

"The little monk Douzhan, please die for the saint!"

Fighting Buddha opened his mouth, and there was only a burning desire to fight in his eyes.

He once ascended to immortality, and in less than two hundred years, he got the general trend and got many opportunities from the Western Regions to enter the Hunyuan.

Along the way, he killed ancient creatures, stopped killing with fighting, and stopped fighting with killing. His eight-foot golden stick traveled across the Western Regions, and he was now known as Fighting Buddha.

But even so, he had never fought with a saint.

The Heaven Corpse Saint is the first one.

Be it a saint or the second level of sainthood.

"All things are empty. After entering the Primordial Chaos from the Western Regions, this body will be dispersed and returned 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 sigh.

Immediately, the heavy shadows of the sticks covered the sky and landed on the endless threads of death.

One after another, roars sounded from the threads of death.

The Heaven Corpse Saint manipulated the endless threads of death with one hand, allowing Dou Zhan to do his best, but in the end, the threads of death formed by his Saint Yuan became more and more, until Dou Zhan's white clothes were completely submerged in them.

After only a hundred breaths, the endless threads of death slowly dissipated, revealing Dou Zhan's figure.

There were three threads of death energy on his body, running through his eyebrows, chest, and lower abdomen.

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

"Ants fighting, it's just a joke!"

If the Heavenly Corpse Saint stood proudly in this world, if he didn't want to use the corpse of this creature as material, how could the mere third level of Hunyuan hold on for a hundred breaths! ?

"First extract its soul, as for this body, although it has more injuries, it is still intact!"

In the palm of the Heavenly Corpse Saint's hand, there was a palm-sized slender knife, the whole body was like purple jade.

He took a step and appeared in front of Douzhan.

His palm moved slightly, and the purple jade knife went to Douzhan's forehead.

Three inches, two inches, one inch!

Just as the knife was about to cut open Douzhan's head, piercing his sea of ​​consciousness and taking out his Buddha soul, a long and leisurely chant slowly entered the ear of the Heavenly Corpse Saint.

"All the past and present have history in the scroll, and birth and death can be known by the bridge;

Even if you are a guest in heaven, love and hate are still in your heart."

The long chant was like a ballad, entering the saint's ear.

The knife paused and his eyes moved!