The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 199: The Eight Realms of Corpse Reincarnation, the Wrath of the Dragon King

"Dead...dead?"

Yue Ling looked at the torn body of the Painted Skin Master with a trace of solemnity in her eyes. For some reason, even though everyone had just killed him, she still felt a little uneasy.

Why did the Immortal's Tomb suddenly move?

And why would that human skin help the Painted Skin Master and even use the same immobilization method?
"Be careful, that skin is coming out!"

The formation plate in Zhuge Yunhu's hand kept shaking, and the Eight Gates Formation was also roaring, as if a monster was about to break out of the formation.

Click!

After a few breaths, the formation plate in his hand exploded and turned into countless pieces.

A figure with fairy light flowing around flew out from the formation. It was still the human skin, but not only was it unharmed, it even turned into a human form and uttered sounds from its mouth.

"You all... deserve to die!!!"

Everyone was shocked.

It’s the voice of the Painted Skin Master!
His headless body was still lying on the ground, and his seven orifices were sealed by the power of the formation, but for some reason, he was able to be reborn with the help of this immortal skin.

The Painted Skin Master was also extremely furious at this moment, and his heart was bleeding.

His original plan was to obtain the immortal skin from his previous life and then fuse it into his current body, thereby greatly increasing his magical powers, melting all magic into one, and creating unparalleled magical powers.

In this way, he would have the confidence to build a supreme foundation, realize achievements that he had not been able to achieve in his previous life, and step into the true eighth realm, rather than resorting to the helpless method of corpse-reincarnation.

There is even hope of seeing the legendary ninth realm in the future...

But now it's all ruined!

The body that he had worked so hard to build was destroyed in an instant. If he didn't have the fairy skin as a backup, and the two were connected in past and present lives, and he could use secret methods to borrow the skin to revive, he would probably have really died at this moment!
Just a little bit different!

"Destroy my body and block my future. You will all die here today. I will grind your bones to dust and refine your souls into ghost slaves. You will be tortured by me for the rest of your lives!!"

The Painted Skin Master roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the strange scriptures on his body were flowing with a strange black light. In a trance, it seemed as if he was under a curse, causing a black and deathly aura to appear between the brows of the people present.

If there were someone who could read fortunes, he would find that Yue Ling and the others all looked like they were about to die a sudden death, a great disaster, and there was no chance of survival!

"cut!"

Yue Ling swung her sword again. After fighting for such a long time, she was still full of fighting spirit. The golden flame on the Dragon Sparrow Sword was blazing, and the sword's intent did not weaken at all. It even became sharper as the enemy became stronger!
But this unstoppable knife was gently clamped by two fingers.

The golden flame of Ming Wang tried to spread upwards, but it could not burn the two fingers that were flowing with fairy light.

"The Corpse Reincarnation Immortal... is also an Immortal."

"Even if only a piece of skin is left... you ants can't mess with me!"

The Painted Skin Master had a sinister look in his eyes, and fairy light burst out from his fingers, like an indestructible pair of golden scissors, with the power to split mountains and cut cliffs.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword let out a mournful cry, the flames on it dimmed, the blade trembled violently, and then let out a crisp sound.

Yue Ling's pupils narrowed.

A broken blade fell and pierced vertically into the ground, and the bright blade quickly dimmed.

The Dragon Sparrow Sword is broken!
Yue Ling's body flew backwards like a cannonball, crashed deeply into the mountain, and was buried by rubble.

The dragon girl drew down countless bolts of lightning and struck towards the Painted Skin Master.

"Certainly!"

It was another immobilization technique. The thunders seemed to solidify in the air like ice crystals. As he stretched out his hand and grasped it, they all turned into pieces.

Zhuge Yunhu was shocked. This was no longer just a simple method of immobilizing the body, but a method of forcibly changing the structure of the thunder itself through magical powers, making it as brittle as crystal.

This is an ability that is only possible in the eighth realm, and even in the eyes of cultivators, it is almost divine.

The dragon girl also tried her best. She turned into a white dragon again. There was a brilliant light on her horns. Heavy rain poured down in the sky, and the sound of waves could be heard all around.

She was actually going to create huge waves, turn this place into an ocean, and use the power of endless water to fight against the Painted Skin Master.

However, the next moment, she suddenly let out a scream, and her huge body fell from the sky, as if she had lost the ability to fly.

"withdraw!"

Zhuge Yunhu knew that he could not defeat the enemy, so he waved his sleeves and clouds appeared under his feet, preparing to retreat with everyone.

"Want to go?"

The figure of the Painted Skin Master instantly appeared in front of him, and with a slap of his palm, the black light condensed into a huge skeleton phantom.

Zhuge Yunhu blocked the palm strike and kept coughing up blood. His magical power of making clouds appear under his feet was also broken.

Li Yan chanted the spell of water flowing across the sky and transformed into a water dragon, rushing towards the Painted Skin Master, but the Master broke his dragon's head, smashed his spear, and fell to the ground covered in blood.

The other two Lingtailang were also in a miserable state. One had his head smashed and the other had his heart dug out. The scene was very bloody.

The Painted Skin Master was about to crush Li Yan's head with one foot, but a sound came from the rubble.

Yue Ling attacked again. Even though her sword was broken, she was still full of fighting spirit. There was no fear in her eyes. Between life and death, she seemed to have unleashed infinite potential. The shadow of the Ming King seemed more solid, and her aura became more powerful.

It seemed that she had already stepped half a foot into the sixth realm.

A loud bang from the punch was as loud as thunder.

Golden flames shot up into the sky like a mountain torrent, instantly submerging the figure of the Painted Skin Master.

However, after a few breaths, the terrifying flames were blown away by the strong wind.

There was a hint of burnt black on the precious immortal skin of the Painted Skin Master. He was furious. He grabbed Yue Ling's neck with one hand and lifted him up, his sinister eyes full of resentment.

"I heard that you like to take off other people's heads?"

"Today I will take off your head!"

Seeing that Yue Ling was about to meet with an accident, a dragon roar was heard, and the white dragon flew over again, burning its blood and essence, and using its toughest dragon horn as a dagger, it crashed into the terrifying demon-like figure.

Zhuge Yunhu also attacked at the same time. He used starlight as a bow and shot out a star arrow, like a meteor flying or a comet hitting the sun.

But after a few breaths, the white dragon flew backwards and Zhuge vomited blood.

The eighth level fairy skin is too powerful. Although everyone present is a strong person, the higher you go on the path of cultivation, the greater the gap. When you are in the third and fourth levels, you may be able to kill enemies of higher levels, but above the fifth level, each level is a world of difference, with a huge gap that is difficult to cross.

At the critical moment, a dragon roar suddenly sounded in the distance.

It was a giant dragon formed by the red mountain ridges, carrying the energy of dragon veins. Looking at the injured white dragon, anger appeared in its empty eyes, and it rushed towards the Painted Skin Master.

The only one who can deal with the Eighth Realm is the Eighth Realm.

Although he was not fully mentally stable, they were connected by blood. The old Dragon King felt his daughter's injury and fought back resolutely, biting the Painted Skin Master.

One was the spine of the Eight Realms Dragon King, and the other was the human skin of a corpse-reincarnated immortal. In an instant, the Painted Skin Master, who had just been invincible, suddenly showed a solemn look.

Fairy light flowed, and the scriptures on the human skin became darker and deeper, and the ink color continued to deepen. He and the old Dragon King fought together.

Logically speaking, the old Dragon King's spine is no less powerful than the corpse-reincarnating immortal's human skin, and is even much stronger. However, when the two fought, the Painted Skin Master had the upper hand.

The mountain-like dragon trembled continuously, its body splitting and closing, closing and splitting again, and leaving behind huge and pitch-black palm prints.

Zhuge Yunhu's eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something. He stretched out his finger and forcibly mobilized his magic power regardless of his injuries.

"Move mountains and move veins, rise!"

The next moment, the old Dragon King let out a loud dragon roar. It turned out that the group of coffins buried seven inches away from him were forcibly pushed out by Zhuge Yunhu using the mountain-moving technique.

Those coffins were buried vertically, like dragon-suppressing stakes, blocking the dragon energy from the head and tail, preventing it from flowing through, greatly affecting the old Dragon King's combat power.

All of a sudden, the dragon energy in the old Dragon King became much stronger, and his spirit seemed to be revitalized, as if years of stubborn illness had been cleared up.

It roared, and the dragon's roar was loud and clear, deafening.

The Painted Skin Master suddenly felt the pressure, but he did not panic. The fairy light in his palm was shining brightly, and he continued to display various magical powers.

The dragon-trapping stake, the dragon-binding rope, the dragon-slaying technique...

Many of these spells were actually designed to restrain dragons, and have long been lost.

Gradually, the old Dragon King fell into a disadvantage again.

It has been exhausted for too long, its dragon energy has dissipated for decades, and its overall strength is much weaker than before. It has used up its last bit of strength to fight with the Painted Skin Master for so long.

"Walk!!"

Zhuge Yunhu shouted loudly and used the cloud-flying technique again.

The dragon girl looked at her father whose body was constantly breaking apart, and there was pity in her glazed pupils.

Yue Ling took her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said firmly: "You can't help it, come with me!"

The two women fell onto the clouds, while Zhuge Yunhu held the unconscious Li Yan in his arms. With a solemn expression, he made hand seals and used all his strength to perform the escape technique.

The cloud-flying technique can allow one to travel thousands of miles a day. When he exerts his full strength, it can even reach the level of ten thousand miles a day. He almost turns into a stream of light and disappears into the distance.

The Painted Skin Master smashed the dragon's head into half with one palm, and then with a fierce look in his eyes, he wanted to chase after those people from the Imperial Observatory.

However, the crippled old Dragon King had a determined look in his eyes. He wrapped his body around it and opened his mouth to swallow it into his stomach.

The old Dragon King looked in the direction where Ao Li was going away, and his angry and resolute dragon eyes suddenly became calm, revealing a hint of humanity.

He failed to protect his family decades ago.

Now, he must protect his daughter.

Even if it's the last time.

……

A moment later, everyone on the cloud heard a scream and a loud explosion in the distance.

The dragon girl's body trembled slightly. As she was connected by blood, she felt the passing of her father.

After not seeing each other for decades, we met again, but we didn't have time to say a few words before it became a farewell forever.

She usually had few emotional fluctuations, but tonight she couldn't calm down.

Yue Ling lowered her eyes and patted her shoulder gently, her voice low but extremely firm.

"He still remembers you."

"If it weren't for you, we would all have died there."

The dragon girl looked up at her, and their eyes met. The slight hostility between them disappeared like ice and snow.

In this extremely dangerous battle, they cooperated incredibly well and saved each other's lives.

"Can we still kill the Painted Skin Master?"

The dragon girl's voice sounded a little confused.

The Painted Skin Master who obtained the immortal skin is really too powerful. He is a corpse-reincarnated immortal, and this power is enough to subvert the world.

Even if she breaks through to the sixth level, revenge will be a long way off.

"Of course!"

Yue Ling was resolute, his expression still full of heroic spirit, and he was not discouraged at all.

"If the fifth realm can't kill it, then the sixth realm, if the sixth realm doesn't work, then the seventh realm, if the seventh realm doesn't work, then the eighth realm. One day, I will chop off that skin and use it as a pad for the corner of the table!"

The Dragon Girl was stunned. This was the first time she, who was of a calm nature, had met such a person. His high self-confidence and soaring fighting spirit were truly eye-catching.

But at this moment, a voice sounded faintly.

"Unfortunately, you will die in the fifth realm."

The figure of the Painted Skin Master appeared in front of them at some point, and he pointed his finger, freezing everyone.

He looked a little disheveled, the scriptures on the immortal skin became blurred, and the immortal light flowing around his body also dimmed a lot, but he was only slightly injured.

"I told you, none of you will survive this night."

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(End of this chapter)