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Chapter 1967

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Boom!

The earth caved in.

The Battling Buddha hurtled toward the Heavenly Temperature God like a flaming meteor.

"Freeze." The Heavenly Temperature God gripped the air toward the oncoming Golden Flame Monkey Monarch.

Crack!

The Battling Buddha glowered at the Heavenly Temperature God, but his body was frozen in place like a stone monkey.

Everything instantly fell silent.

The essence of temperature was the movement of particles.

The Heavenly Temperature God could control the movement of all particles in this world, including the oncoming Battling Buddha.

He could control every single part of the Battling Buddha's body, every single drop of blood, every single microscopic particle, and he could control all of the energy that could move around him.

"Let your everything return to silence." The Heavenly Temperature God spoke in an indifferent voice, and the divine halo above his head suddenly took on an extremely frosty hue as he gripped the Battling Buddha again.

However, in the next instant, his expression shifted.

"Your blood … How could it still be boiling?" The Heavenly Temperature God's eyes widened.

He immediately sensed that something was amiss, and he immediately charged toward the Battling Buddha. His hands were like scorching heavenly sabers imbued with the power of laws of extreme heat as they slashed toward the Battling Buddha's head and heart.

"If you can resist my deathly low temperature, then I'm going to cut you down!"

In the instant that his hand slashed down.

Boundless golden flames burst forth from the Battling Buddha's rock-hard body again, and his Golden-Banded Staff tore through space before crashing down toward the Heavenly Temperature God.

"Heaven Crushing God Crushing Staff!"

Bam!

The Golden-Banded Staff was imbued with extremely powerful heaven crushing true intent, and it crashed into the Heavenly Temperature God's chest.

The Heavenly Temperature God's hand also melted through the Battling Buddha's armor at this moment before piercing into his heart, instantly burning a gaping hole into his chest.

The Heavenly Temperature God's chest was pulverized by the Golden-Banded Staff, and he was blasted flying amid a muffled groan.

The Battling Buddha also fell to the ground, creating another massive crater in the ground.

This appeared to be a draw, but the Heavenly Temperature God's regenerative abilities were clearly even more fearsome. His chest was completely healed after just a few seconds, but a crack had appeared on his divine halo.

"Very well, is this your deathbed struggle?"

"Now, go to hell!"

The Heavenly Temperature God's body turned into a scorching white golden color, and he pounced toward the Battling Buddha with a crazed expression on his face. He spread open his arms as if he wanted to burn the Battling Buddha to death. "Come, melt in my scorching embrace!"

The Battling Buddha gritted his teeth and tossed out a string of Buddhist beads.

Countless mysterious Sanskrit words surged into the void like a storm.

A golden swastika symbol enshrouded the Battling Buddha like the toughest fortress.

Rumble!

The Heavenly Temperature God crashed viciously into the swastika barrier, but the paramount temperatures were unable to melt this barrier. It was as if there was a boundless power of benevolence keeping all harmful powers at bay.

"Hehehe … What's the point of this life-saving trump card? It's only delaying your death …" The Heavenly Temperature God chuckled coldly. His scorching body was still sprawled across the swastika symbol as he slowly melted away its solid barrier.

He looked at the Battling Buddha with a mocking smile on his face.

"Do you see that? Your army has already been routed, and all of your powerful beings are running for their lives. Who can save you? The number one War Buddha of the Western Paradise has actually been reduced to building a tortoise shell and struggling at death's door. You have really broadened my horizons … "

The Battling Buddha stared at the Heavenly Temperature God with a cold expression.

"I've already sent out a distress signal, and reinforcements will be arriving soon.

"If you don't run, then you'll be killed by reinforcements!"

The Heavenly Temperature God faltered slightly upon hearing this before chortling with glee.

"Killed? That's the funniest joke I've ever heard. All of the heavenly disciples of the Heaven Crushing Sect are on the eastern front, so none of you heavenly disciple candidates are a match for me.

"Forgive me for being blunt, but any reinforcements are trash in my eyes! I'll kill all of them until you're in despair, then I'll burn you to death! "

The Heavenly Temperature God's face was filled with disdain and cruelty.

Some of the retreating Kingdom of the Nine States United Army soldiers were grief-stricken at the sight of the Battling Buddha being trapped by the Heavenly Temperature God, and some of them even wanted to rush over to save him, only to be held back by rational living beings.

In the face of a Heavenly God, rushing over at a time like this was no different from committing suicide.

They knew that it was very likely that the Victorious Fighting Buddha was going to die here.

All of the tens of millions of monk soldiers were filled with indignation and humiliation. They were completely powerless to change this situation.

"Damn it! The Battling Buddha has been trapped to death? " Yun Mengying battled the Heavenly Slaughter God as she turned toward the golden swastika symbol in the distance with a panicked expression.

Whoosh!

Due to a split second of carelessness, her arm was sliced open by the Heavenly Slaughter God.

"Hahaha, you're still in the mood to pay attention to others when you're fighting me? Die die die! "The Heavenly Slaughter God seemed to have gone insane as he swung his crimson scythe through the air.

Michael's expression darkened upon seeing the Battling Buddha's condition.

The three heavenly disciple candidates were already struggling to take on three Heavenly Gods. If the Battling Buddha were to die here, how were they supposed to fight the rest of the battle?

But if they went to save him …

Michael's flesh crawled as he looked at the Heavenly God behind him, who was laughing and crying at the same time.

He couldn't even protect himself now, so how was he supposed to save him?

The swastika symbol was already beginning to crack and melt.

The Heavenly Temperature God's mocking expression became even more pronounced.

"Your reinforcements are a little slow. If this goes on, your reinforcements might not even be able to save your corpse. Could it be that they saw you being pressed down by me, so they took a look from afar and fled?"

The Battling Buddha ignored his opponent's mockery and continued to accumulate power.

He had already made up his mind. Even if he were to die here, he was going to rip off a chunk of his opponent's flesh and completely cripple the Heavenly Temperature God!

The Kingdom of the Nine States United Army had already been defeated, and the process of retreat was a process of slaughter.

He had to at least hold off the Heavenly Temperature God so that he wouldn't join the slaughter.

Blood flowed over the entire White Nectar Sea.

One Light Wing Clan, True Demon Tribe, and monk after another fell amid howls of anguish.

Despair began to spread through the Kingdom of the Nine States United Army.

All of a sudden, a cry of surprise erupted from the United Army.

"Hurry! Look over there! "

"Oh … My God, what's that?"

"So big, so round, so hot … Are those … nine suns?"

All of the living beings looked up at the expanding suns with astonishment on their faces.

The suns of different colors grew larger and larger in their field of vision, and they were even larger and more dazzling than the suns in the sky, as if they were going to incinerate everything in this world.

Thus, the spectacle of ten suns appeared before all of the living beings' eyes.

The Heavenly Temperature God's expression shifted slightly at the sight of the approaching suns, and his expression only truly shifted when he caught sight of the black dot on the sun.

The Battling Buddha smiled. "Our reinforcements are finally here!"

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