Looking at the blood Buddha that suddenly appeared, Lin Huang frowned slightly.

I only felt a rush of evil energy, covering the land within a radius of hundreds of miles, and the terrible coercion fell from the sky, like a huge mountain pressing on the top of everyone's heads, making it difficult to breathe.

Shakong Jialou looked at the Blood Buddha, and his face changed greatly.

As a disciple of Buddhism, he could naturally feel at the first time how powerful the Blood Buddha in front of him was.

In this surging river of blood, even though there are thousands of living beings, they are all just resentful spirits, although they already have life. But because of the innate limitations, their strength is far from being able to recover to the realm before their deaths, and they can't even find a martial saint.

But...... The Blood Buddha!

Shakong Jialou clasped his hands together, and he felt the strength of the Blood Buddha and the breath of death.

The devil is the Buddha of the future.

Buddha is the demon of the past!

And once a Buddha becomes a demon, then he is even more powerful than ordinary demons. Obviously, the Blood Buddha in front of him is the fallen Buddha, incarnated as a demon.

In the void, the hundred-foot-high blood Buddha's face had a color of compassion, but as soon as he opened his mouth slightly, his whole face was covered with hideous colors.

"The sea of bitterness is endless, and turning back is the shore!"

The Blood Buddha opened his mouth slightly, and his voice was like an ancient magic bell that crossed all directions. I saw him put his hands together, and he pulled out a blood-colored waterfall, which turned into a huge spinning rosary between his arms.

Lin Huang kept frowning, and he also felt ......

This Blood Buddha at least has the realm of a holy king.

He had even crossed the moat and stepped into the Holy Emperor realm.

It is unimaginable that the Blood Buddha had such earth-shattering power during his lifetime. Only after death, with a trace of resentment, can he cultivate to such a terrifying realm.

However, although the Blood Buddha was powerful, he might be able to leave the bones of the desolate forest with a single raise of his hand, but he did not have the slightest intention of retreating.

Maybe Lin Huang didn't know what it meant to retreat.

The slashing and killing in his hand was full of murderous energy, and Lin Huang raised his head, as if he was staring at the blood Buddha coldly. Then, Lin Huang actually flew up and killed the Blood Buddha.

"Kill!"

In the void, a killing sound resounded in all directions, like thunder on the ground.

The Blood Buddha didn't make the slightest movement, only a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and then a terrifying blood curtain flew out of the void.

Bang.

Lin Huang collided with the blood curtain, and flew out upside down without the slightest resistance.

The Blood Buddha didn't seem to put Lin Huang in his eyes at all, but looked down at the Shikong Jialou on the pontoon bridge with a smile, "The same lineage, yes! The poor monk has been waiting for hundreds of thousands of years in this river of blood, and he has never waited for the person who crossed me." Today, I have waited for it, although the Buddha nature is much worse than that of the poor monk...... But it can already make the poor monk walk in the red dust and enter the world as a man!"

After that, the Blood Buddha pointed out without the slightest hesitation.

The moment the Buddha pointed out, Shikong Jialou was stunned in place, stunned and unable to move.

Then, the Blood Buddha smiled compassionately, and his body shrank from the void, and at the same time flew towards the Shakong Jialou at a rapid pace.

The next moment......

Shakkaru's stiff body was restored to its original state.

A smile appeared on his face, but it was the eerie smile of the Blood Buddha.

His eyes were crimson, and he was terrifying.

It was only a matter of a moment before and after, and it was as strong as the immortal Tianjiao Shikong Jialou of the Western Earth Buddha Kingdom, and he was also invaded by the Blood Buddha without the slightest resistance.

At this moment, the Shakong Jialou is no longer the Shakong Kalou.

It's the Blood Buddha.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

In the void, the sound of Shikong Jialou laughing with flowers sounded. His voice was full of piety, but it hid a terrifying killing intent, which was terrifying.

Afterwards, Shikong Jialou raised his head and looked at Lin Huang who raised his knife and turned into a bloody line, and still showed a compassionate smile on his face: "Today, the poor monk walked in the world again and returned again. You can start killing to respect my Buddha's compassion!"

As the words fell, Shikong Jialou's footsteps moved lightly and stepped into the air. Wherever he walked, he left behind blooming blood lotuses. His countenance was merciful and bewitching, and his voice was peaceful and creepy. He calmly looked at the killing forest wilderness in the air, and slowly stretched out his arm like white jade glass.

With a slight grip of the five fingers, he grabbed the killed Lin Huang at his fingertips.

Shi Kong Jialou looked at the forest barren in his hand, pursed his lips, and seemed to see a rare delicacy, which made him extremely nostalgic, "The soul is innocent, it is really perfect!"

As he spoke, the figure of Shikong Jialou suddenly enlarged in the void, and his mouth opened wide, like a lake of blood. Then, Shi Kong Jialou lifted Lin Huang high and was about to throw it into his mouth.

Airplanes.

At this moment, Lin Huang once again opened the avenue. Behind him, a golden Buddha descended from the sky like a world-shaking King Kong, and slashed towards the Shakong Jialou.

At the same time, a Shura body appeared in the void, draped in a terrifying aura, and slaughtered towards Shakkalou.

Sonorous.

There were two crisp sounds in the void one after another, and before the body of the Buddha and Demon Dao approached the Shikong Jialou, he was slapped away by his palm.

Then, there was a rare hint of surprise on Shi Kong Jialou's face, he looked at Lin Huang, and there was a trace of greed and excitement in his compassionate eyes, "The poor monk Huigen is too shallow, and he actually saw it wrong! It turns out that it was the power of the Dharma in your body that woke up the poor monk, not this little monk." Gee...... With the compassion of the true Buddha and the killing of Shura, it is just right to perfectly integrate with the poor monks. Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't see me, he comes to see me!"

Let's say, the Blood Buddha withdrew from the body of Shakong Jialou without hesitation and headed towards the forest wilderness.

Looking at the sudden arrival of the Blood Buddha, Lin Huang's figure retreated rapidly, his brows furrowed.

However, the face of the Blood Buddha's soul snatching was only a matter of moments. Lin Huang faced the soul snatching of the Blood Buddha, which was naturally a matter of an instant.

Behind the pontoon bridge, Song Changling, who was safe for the time being, frowned.

Bai Xiaopang had already risen from the pontoon bridge and killed the forest desolation that had been robbed of the soul of the Blood Buddha.

Rumble.

However, before Bai Xiaopang could get close to Lin Huang, he was hit down by a powerful force and fell heavily on the pontoon.

Bai Xiaopang frowned, only to see that the figure of the Blood Buddha appeared again in the void.

"Amitabha...... In the soul of the little benefactor, there are actually three terrifying guardian powers. It's the poor monk who has overstepped the rules. The poor monk Huigen is shallow again, and he doesn't know how to overcome the three powers, so he can only grieve the donor. The poor monk had no choice but to let the donor's soul fly away, and then go to find the donor's body!"

In the void, the Blood Buddha chattered with compassion on his face, and he said the most terrible words in the calmest voice.

After that, the Blood Buddha did not hesitate at all, and folded his hands.

In just an instant, a huge blood-colored * character Buddhist inscription appeared in the void that stretched for hundreds of miles. In that Buddhist text, there is no longer the slightest Buddha nature, only the monstrous murderous aura after the fall of the true Buddha.

The Buddha text descended from the sky, covering a radius of 100 miles.

On the pontoon, Lin Huang, who comprehended the ruthless way of heaven and was already not afraid of anything in the world, finally had a trace of jealousy on his face. He knew that when the Buddha text fell, it would be when his soul was gone!

In the face of a Saint King or an immortal powerhouse in the Saint Emperor realm, he had no chance of winning.

But even so, Lin Huang did not give up resistance. He slashed with his right hand, and slowly pulled out the instant knife with his left hand, looking at the Buddhist texts falling from the sky, murderous!

"Alas......"

However!

At the moment when the Buddha text fell, a slight sound suddenly sounded in the scabbard of Lin Huang, as if it were ...... God's sigh!