"Blood Sea Floating Slaughter, Purgatory Shura."

On the barren land of Buddha Continent, the scorching sun is scorching overhead, causing suffering to all beings.

A monk with a shiny head sits on this barren land, and they are chanting words, one after another Buddhist scriptures have been created.

Just as there will always be endless attacks under the immortal Taoist system, Buddhist scriptures contain the power of Buddhist cultivation.

It's just that unlike other Buddhist practices, these Buddhist practices are accompanied by the constant chanting of sutras in their mouths, and the sky above them becomes darker and darker.

Even the brilliance of the great sun of the Buddha Continent was gradually obscured by a dim shadow.

It's the shadows, not the clouds.

In the shadows floating in the sky, you can even see countless monsters with teeth and claws, like illusions, and as if they are real aliens.

In the shadows, it rained.

The rain that fell on the earth did not give birth to all things, because it was blood.

The heavy rain poured down, covering the monks who were chanting sutras one by one, and the blood flowed all over the bodies of these monks, as if covered with a layer of blood-colored robes.

They looked like evil ghosts, and like hideous demons, until a certain moment, a figure in a hunting suit and a long knife in his hand flashed from the end of the sky, and the group of monks finally stopped chanting.

They stood with one hand on their chests, and if the other arm holding the killing knife was the same, it might be more like a Buddha who was bent on cultivating and seeking Buddhahood.

But they are not, they salute on their chests with one hand, which is the compassion of Buddhism, and the other hand holds the long knife that flows blood, which is the killing intent of Shura.

In the dim world, the blood-colored rain poured down on the head, but in a moment, the blood-colored streams gathered under the feet, and the dense Buddhist monks who performed one-handed salutes but held long knives were nailed to the spot as if they were sculptures.

In the depths of their pupils, the figure at the end of the sky, with its back to the sun, approached.

And with his arrival, the blood under his feet seemed to have found a home, and it gradually gathered on its own, forming a tall tower.

The tower where blood gathered, on the surface of the tower, was hideous with thousands of strange-looking faces full of murderous intent.

Some of them are as holy as the heavenly immortals, and some are as cruel as the filth of the muddy depths of the yin.

"Blood Sea Floating Slaughter, Purgatory Shura."

Zhang Mingxian stood in front of the tower and said calmly, and on both sides of him, dozens of millions of Shura Buddha cultivators walked by without any words, they trampled in blood, and they were also destined to bring bloody killings to countless living beings around here.

Zhang Mingxian doesn't know what to calculate, he wants to achieve the top of the earth immortal, and walk on the last three levels in front of the ascension, which is actually very direct.

Just kill.

Purgatory Shura, never trapped by sentimentality, everything they have experienced in their lives, there is only one thing.

That is killing, killing every living thing you see, killing all life, even killing yourself like the Immortal Heavenly Sword.

Only the most extreme killing in purgatory can forge the path of ascension and achieve the supreme personality.

The white bone mounds in front of the Ascension Road, for the Purgatory Shura, the bones could not be piled up under their feet for a long time.

Even if the Dao system is not perfect, but the extreme killing is gorgeous, so that they are not afraid of any strong person of the Dao system.

Winning the battle and losing the life, losing the battle and death, this is what they have experienced for countless years, even if they become supreme beings, Purgatory Shura will not change such thoughts.

Simple, straightforward, let sentient beings become the foundation under their feet, or themselves become the bread of others.

"Eternal life is achieved only by death and killing."

Bang!

With such a Buddha name, one hand on his chest, the other hand split open the temple gate in front of him, the expression of the Buddha cultivator full of killing intent was extremely calm, looking at the frightened Buddha in the temple, he no longer spoke, just raised the long knife in his hand.

This is not a temple with cultivation, just a temple for ordinary monks, but in the eyes of this Shura Buddha, there is no difference.

All beings in Buddhism are equal, and mortals and Buddhas are the same.

"Killing, will establish my sea of blood."

Looking down from the sky, one could see countless Shura Buddhas, slaughtering all the creatures they saw in front of them indiscriminately, whether it was the Buddhas who had cultivated in the temple or the ordinary believers on the Buddha continent, all of them died under their long swords.

As the center of it all, Zhang Mingxian was suspended in that blood-colored tower, bearing countless blood-colored spills into his body.

In the distance, there is a big Buddha in the realm of Buddhism Gate Shrine, one, two, three......

One after another, more than ten Divine Palace Buddha cultivators died in front of the sea of blood, Zhang Mingxian held a blood-colored long knife, standing on the sea of blood, floating in front of the wave, and the monstrous blood-colored torrent hit the invisible and untouchable bottleneck of the five elements again and again.

There is a Buddha cultivator in the distance who is coming again, Zhang Mingxian continues to kill, as long as he continues, one day, he will achieve a higher cultivation.

……

In the human world, some powerful cultivators, they raised their heads, then their brows furrowed, and then they loosened.

They seem to have seized some opportunity, but they are hesitant to do so.

And while they hesitated, someone had already done it.

"The epochs are alternate, a hundred ghosts travel at night, and under the catastrophe of the five decays of heaven and man, many supreme beings have died."

"These supreme falls have made many spiritual opportunities appear in the world."

"It's ...... Good luck. ”

There were Divine Palace demons roaring, leading the vast number of demon clans behind them to kill the distant heaven and earth, fighting with another demon to fight and compete, they instinctively felt that refining each other's bloodline was of great benefit to themselves.

It's like the thirty-three days of the year were shattered, and countless fragments were scattered in the world, creating countless families and sects of immortal law inheritance.

Today, it's exactly the same.

The supreme beings died under the catastrophe of the five decays of heaven and man brought about by reincarnation, they fell, and their origin fell into the world, this is their way, and there is only one way to rob it, and that is to fight.

The avenue is invisible, like a fairy pattern covering many corners of the world, and every living creature can be picked.

Everything has the potential to get a chance, even if it's just a stone, a speck of dust, a mountain, a river.

They are dead beings, but under the influence of the Tao of Supreme Being, they can also cultivate into living beings.

"Someone can snatch this monstrous opportunity."

In the sea of blood, Zhang Mingxian devoured the sea of blood of the Immortal Heavenly Sword, and his aura became more and more terrifying.

On the Gu Immortal Road, Zhang Qing opened his eyes, freed himself from the state of the sculpture, and then disappeared in place.

He almost didn't react, he should have thought of it as early as when King Chu Jiang fell.

The supreme beings have fallen, they are like the heavens of the human world, the heavens are broken, and there are always fragments scattered.

Someone can ascend this way.