The God and Buddha are actually me

Ah Li's behavior instantly angered the female corpse in the water. Countless long hairs shot out from the water, pulling her into the water like ropes.

The water splashed and blood slowly emerged, dyeing the surrounding lake water red.

The old knifeman was startled, but he saw that these guests were very calm. Even the girl with pale face just now seemed very calm.

He didn't seem to worry about the little girl at all.

After a moment, a small figure crawled out of the water, holding two pink kitchen knives, and muttered: "I just touched her head, why is she so cruel?"

"It almost scared me."

The old knife handler looked at the corpse slowly emerging from the water. It had been broken into several pieces. It was no longer in an upright posture, but was floating sideways like a normal corpse.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something terrifying.

He looked at the cute little girl and suddenly shuddered. Was the person on his boat a human or a ghost?

"Everyone, be careful and stand firm."

Zhang Jiuyang opened his eyebrows and stared at the dark water with a solemn look.

The others were a little confused at first, but after a while, their eyes widened, and cold air rushed from their backs to the top of their heads.

Under the moonlight, a large number of corpses appeared vaguely, and they were not normal floating corpses. Every one of them was standing upright.

This scene is very eye-catching. Looking from a distance, the boat seems to be trudging forward on a sea of ​​corpses, with black hair spread like a blanket on the water.

The old knife handle showed a look of despair.

He really couldn't understand. He used to go out to retrieve corpses at night, but everything was fine. Why did he encounter so many strange things tonight?

"It seems they can smell the blood of their own kind."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned. With so many zombies, it would be too wasteful to use the Five Thunder Talisman. The Ghost Slayer Sword was too slow to kill. If the wooden ship broke up, he might not be able to protect so many people.

Summoning rampant soldiers is a good choice, but the last time he beat up the demon dragon as Yama, rampant soldiers appeared before, and it was easy to alert them when they showed up rashly.

He didn't feel intimidated, just a little troubled.

While thinking about it, the bottom of the boat seemed to have been hit by a walking corpse, and the whole boat began to shake. Fortunately, Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan had martial arts at their side, and the bottom plate was stable, but the old sword handle was unable to stand firm and almost fell. To fall into the lake.

"Grandpa, be careful."

Ah Li very enthusiastically supported him with the back of the knife, which was still stained with the blood of the zombies and mixed with water drops and kept dripping.

Zhang Jiuyang stood quietly on the bow of the boat, as if there were roots under his feet. No matter how much the boat shook, it would not move at all.

He took off the jasper Xiao from his waist and played one of the five pieces.

The blue sea tide sings!

As the clear and melodious sound of the flute sounded, the surrounding lake water suddenly began to surge, setting off waves that swept away the walking corpses all around.

While playing, Zhang Jiuyang felt as if he and the surrounding lake water had become a whole, and the tide could rise and fall with just a thought.

This feeling is very magical, as if the water has come to life and can communicate with him through the sound of the flute.

The zombies still refused to give up and continued to swarm forward.

A cold look flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. The sound of the flute became more passionate and heroic, and the surrounding lake became more turbulent. It even set off a big wave more than ten feet high, slamming down on the walking corpses!

Wow!

Many corpses were smashed into the bottom of the water, with splashes of water and thunderous waves.

The blue sea is tidal, and the waves are huge.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang is like the legendary Hebo Water God, whose music of flute moves the sea.

The zombies seemed to sense that he was not easy to mess with, and finally backed down, but Zhang Jiuyang did not intend to stop just like that.

Keeping these corpses may kill more innocent people in the future.

The sound of his flute became louder and louder, and the power of the water condensed. Thin and silky streams of water struck at the scattered walking corpses like snakes.

It was his idea to compress the water flow to the extreme. It was like the high-pressure water jet in the previous life, which became extremely sharp. When it was wrapped around the necks of the zombies, the heads were immediately separated.

No one escaped.

Zhang Jiuyang had already thought of a name for this move, and it was called water-adjusted head cutting.

The sound of the flute slowly dissipated, and the song ended. Dongyang Lake became calm again, and the moonlight shone on the water, reflecting faint waves.

Zhang Jiuyang stood at the bow of the ship, his white clothes were as white as the snow, and he slowly put away his jade flute. His long black hair was slightly fluttering in the night wind, and the pupil-shaped vertical marks between his eyebrows were shining with a faint golden light.

Confirm that no fish slipped through the net.

He stroked the jade-like jade-like jade, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

No wonder Yue Ling would say that if a monk has a magic weapon at his disposal during a fight, his strength will be different.

Holding this jade flute, he is as powerful as a tiger in places with water, like a water spirit with the magical power to control rivers, lakes and seas.

And the higher his cultivation level, the greater the power he can exert.

What a good baby!

Su Lingshan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and she said: "Senior brother, I saw Zhang Daochang kill a tiger with his fist before. Although his aura was fierce and domineering, it was inevitably inconsistent with his appearance. Now this song of demons and evil spirits on the river is really cool and relaxed."

Without saying a word or taking a step, he just stood on the boat, played a flute, and was beheaded by countless monsters in the water. This kind of grace and grace was in line with her fantasy of a monk.

Liu Zifeng was a little disgusted. He coughed and whispered: "Junior sister!"

Brother Zhang is good in every way, except that he is a little too charming. These days, my junior sister has been praising him endlessly, and even a broad-minded person like him can't help but feel a little jealous.

Su Lingshan looked at him with a smile, took the initiative to hold his hand, and didn't say anything, but there was a hint of sweetness in her eyes.

The old knife handle looked at Zhang Jiuyang in a daze. With rich experience, he knew that he had met a legendary strange man.

He handed over the silver ingot very respectfully, wanting to return the silver for sailing.

Zhang Jiuyang decisively refused.

The old knife handle wanted to say something, but he glanced at the corner of the boat, his face suddenly changed, and he exclaimed.

"Oh no, the statue fell!"

Everyone looked over and found that it was the statue of Zong San that fell on the boat at some point, and coincidentally, the other dragon horn was also broken.

The old knife handle was sweating all over, and he knelt down and kowtowed to apologize.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, and a bad premonition was faintly born in his heart.

Although there are all kinds of evil spirits in Dongyang Lake, with his current strength, there are not many that can pose a threat, unless he encounters Zong San.

Originally, he thought that Dongyang Lake is so big that crossing the river with a light boat would not necessarily alarm it.

And according to the information he got, Zong San is not so crazy as to eat everyone. Those boatmen can survive on Dongyang Lake, but they have to offer three animals as sacrifices every month.

So at first, Zhang Jiuyang didn't think he would meet Zong San.

As for the so-called revenge?

What does it have to do with me, Zhang Jiuyang, if Yama beat you?

Zong San would never think that a mere third-level cultivator would be the Yama who cut off one of its horns.

In fact, they walked for almost an hour and did not attract Zong San's attention. However, looking at the statue whose other dragon horn was broken at this moment, he knew that things were going to be troublesome.

The water surface was still calm, but Zhang Jiuyang seemed to feel an unusual meaning and heard a faint roar in his ears.

The sound seemed to come from far away, as if somewhere under the water, a terrifying beast woke up from its sleep.

"Brother Jiu, something is swimming towards us!"

"So fast!"

Ali exclaimed, her face became particularly solemn, one hand had already touched the Five-horse altar on her waist, but was stopped by Zhang Jiuyang.

Once the Five-horse altar appeared, his identity as Yama might be exposed.

"Everyone, sit tight."

Zhang Jiuyang warned, and then raised the jade flute again and continued to play "The Song of the Rising Tide in the Blue Sea".

Splash!

The water surged, turbulent like a waterfall, pushing the wooden boat forward bravely, speeding up, as fast as an arrow from a string.

The wind whistled in my ears, and the scenery on both sides was like a horse-drawn tour, as if chasing the wind and lightning.

The boat was bumping and squeaking in the rapids, as if it could not withstand such a huge impact and would fall apart at any time.

At this moment, even Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan, who were skilled in martial arts, were staggering. They quickly squatted down and grabbed the corner of the boat to avoid being thrown off.

The old knife-holder didn't care about worshipping the statue. He tightly grasped the hemp rope beside him. He was so scared that he could only close his eyes and pray.

Only Zhang Jiuyang still stood steadily at the bow, the sound of the flute became more and more exciting and loud, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

But what made him uneasy was that although the speed of the boat was as fast as an arrow, the roar from the bottom of the water became clearer and clearer from far to near.

This meant that the monster was about to catch up!

Its speed in the water was too fast, moving like thunder. It was so far away that it was about to catch up in less than a moment.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly. It seemed that he would not have time to get to Yangzhou and land.

Was he going to play the song "White Dragon Song" now?

He was not very willing in his heart. The dragon girl was a surprise soldier. If she was exposed now, it would definitely alarm the skin master and make him beware.

But now he was no longer an immortal golden body, and he was definitely not a match for Brown Three. What should he do?

While thinking, the sound of the flute was covered by the roar.

The thunderous dragon roar, mixed with a surge of evil spirit, echoed between heaven and earth, deafening, and also disrupted his song of the blue sea tide.

The sky was whistling with evil winds, dark clouds, and thunder roaring, as if it was the end of the world.

Dongyang Lake seemed to be about to usher in a storm, with turbulent waves, almost overturning the boat.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt creepy and cold.

He opened his eye between his eyebrows, and the golden light flashed, penetrating the dark water surface, and saw a huge monster about a hundred feet long.

Dragon head, single horn, red scales, blood eyes.

There are many red hairs growing between the gaps of the scales, as if they were soaked in blood, emitting an extremely strong smell of blood.

In March, the brown rope turns into a dragon.

If you look down from the sky at this moment, you will see a hundred-foot demon dragon swimming around the boat. The people on the boat are like ants and may be swallowed by it at any time.

Even the whole boat is just a fallen leaf on the water to it.

"Grandpa Zong San, spare us, we didn't knock over your statue on purpose, it was those zombies that knocked it over!"

The old knife handle was so scared that he almost lost his soul and knelt on the boat and kowtowed repeatedly.

Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan were also trembling all over, not daring to make any unusual movements.

If the dragon girl let them see the nobility and elegance of the real dragon, then this demon dragon made them realize their own insignificance and powerlessness.

The pressure from the sixth level demon dragon, if the mortal is not strong-willed, even if he can survive, he will probably become crazy in the future.

Only Zhang Jiuyang can remain calm and neither humble nor arrogant.

He looked at the demon dragon with his Dharma eyes, feeling the other party's brutality and murderous intent. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a rumble of thunder, and a lightning flashed through the sky and struck the boat.

The demon dragon took action!

It was just a test, and only three-tenths of his strength was used.

Zhang Jiuyang let out a long roar, the sound was like thunder, the magic power in his body was agitated, the palm thunder was stimulated to the extreme, and the lightning pattern in his palm bloomed with brilliant brilliance.

The lightning was forcibly led to another place by him, and it fell on the water and exploded a huge splash.

Zhang Jiuyang's face was calm, but the palm that attracted the lightning was trembling slightly behind his back, and the palm was red and hot, and even had a hint of burnt black.

Almost half of his magic power was consumed.

The demon dragon stared at him underwater and spoke slowly.

"You have the eyes of the law and practice thunder magic, little Taoist priest, where do you come from?"

Although it is the overlord of Dongyang Lake and has been making trouble here for many years, it is not completely unscrupulous.

Some people can be eaten, but eating some people will cause a lot of trouble.

This little Taoist priest in white is likely to be a true disciple of a big sect. Eating him is certainly pleasant, but it may cause a few crazy old Taoist priests.

It has experienced this kind of thing before.

Over the long years, it has gradually learned the way to survive and leave some room for doing things. This is also the reason why the Imperial Observatory can tolerate it occupying Dongyang Lake.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he took out a golden token from his arms. The front was engraved with the word Qintian, and the back was a five-clawed golden dragon.

The demon dragon obviously recognized this token, and the violence and murderous intent in his pupils decreased a lot. Looking at Zhang Jiuyang, there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

The people of the Imperial Observatory are all mentally ill, and none of them are afraid of death. Moreover, they are backed by Daqian and have a deep foundation. They are one of the forces that it is most reluctant to provoke.

"So you are from the Imperial Observatory, but you broke my statue. How should this account be settled?"

After all, it is the overlord of the waters of the 800-li Dongyang Lake. If it sees a token and leaves in anger, how can it save its face?

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said, "Your statue was not broken by me, but by those zombies. I have helped you to avenge it."

The demon dragon has seen the decapitated corpses in the water, and a strange color appeared in his eyes.

Although these zombies are not strong, there are many of them, and the lake water is covering them. The little Taoist priest can kill them all without missing a single one. He is indeed quite capable.

"Of course, after I get ashore, I will pay to recast a statue for you to express my apology."

The demon dragon got the step he wanted and stopped pestering. It snorted coldly.

"The Ming Wang Yue Ling is in Yangzhou City. For her sake, I will not bother with you, a junior, for the time being."

"The little Taoist priest has some courage and is a great man. Tell me your name. Maybe I know your ancestors."

"I am Zhang Jiuyang."

"Zhang Jiuyang... I will remember you."

The demon dragon looked at him deeply, and then the dragon swung its tail and broke through the waves. The terrifying pressure gradually dissipated.

Liu Zifeng and others all collapsed on the boat, like mud.

Zhang Jiuyang also breathed a sigh of relief, only to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

But no matter what, he finally made it to Dongyang Lake.

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