The God and Buddha are actually me

It was night.

A figure quietly left the Shen family. Under the faint moonlight, his figure was almost transparent, and he passed through the wall directly.

Wall-passing technique, invisibility technique.

Although they were just two small spells, he had already mastered them to perfection, and did not alarm any of the people in the Imperial Observatory who were secretly guarding along the way.

He was walking, but he landed silently, floating in the dark night, as if shrinking the earth into an inch.

After a while, he came to a remote suburb, where there was a big locust tree, and there was a bird's nest on the locust tree, which was a crow's nest.

The man looked around and after making sure that there was no one, he unlocked the invisibility technique.

A figure slowly appeared under the moon, from transparent to solid, wearing black and gold lion armor, with lush beard and hair, a tall figure, and a pair of tiger eyes with murderous aura.

It was the Imperial Observatory Supervisor, Shen Tu Xiong.

He flicked his finger and sent something to the bird's nest, and then turned around and prepared to go back.

However, he stopped after walking a few steps, his eyes like copper bells trembled, and he stared at the figure in front of him in disbelief.

Under the moonlight, a slender and healthy figure stood tall and straight.

Wearing a purple tassel helmet, a bright armor, a dragon-sparrow sword hanging from his waist, and a blood-red cloak fluttering in the night wind, he had not yet drawn his sword, but he was already murderous.

"Zhang Jiuyang said it was you. Although he has never made a mistake, from the bottom of my heart, I hope he will make a mistake once."

"Unfortunately... it's really you."

Yue Ling's voice revealed a rare sense of loss.

Although Shen Tu Xiong had some differences with her in official affairs, she admired him for his bravery. The two sometimes competed with each other, and they were often evenly matched.

Gentlemen are harmonious but different.

She could tolerate Shen Tu Xiong's differences in official affairs and dissatisfaction with her, even if he was secretly making trouble for her, but she could not tolerate betrayal.

Betray the Imperial Observatory, betray the oath he made in Yingling, betray so many brothers who admired him, followed him, and were even willing to die for him.

"It would be good if you were a painted skin. At least Shen Tu Xiong would still be my respected senior, and at least those brothers who died for you would not be heartbroken in the underworld."

She pulled out the Dragon Sparrow Knife bit by bit, and the flame runes on the blade were shining. From a distance, it looked like a sword pulled out of a raging fire.

The knife clanged, and the aura of killing came over him, startling the dead leaves on the ground.

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

Shen Tu Xiong muttered the name, thinking of the man in white clothes who was more beautiful than snow and calm, and he sighed.

"If I had known earlier, I would have gotten rid of him in advance, even if it was risky."

He still underestimated Zhang Jiuyang. He didn't expect that he had been lurking for decades, even the chief supervisor had been deceived, but in the end, his identity was discovered by a small third realm.

Shen Tu Xiong looked at Yue Ling, and he was suddenly relieved.

"I knew this day would come, but many evil spirits have died in my hands over the years. As the prisoner of the Imperial Observatory, I think I have done my best for those brothers."

He took off his bright silver lion helmet, took off a token of the Imperial Observatory from his waist, a complex look flashed in his eyes, and then threw it on the ground.

"From now on, I am no longer a member of the Imperial Observatory. If you can kill me, it will not be considered as the blood of my fellow soldiers."

"If I kill you, it will be the same."

The first iron rule of the Imperial Observatory is that fellow soldiers must not kill each other.

After so many years of undercover work, he has engraved some of the things of the Imperial Observatory in his bones. Brothers are passionate, slaying demons and monsters, protecting the country and the people. As more and more evil spirits die in his hands, he sometimes becomes dazed.

Is he a human or a ghost?

He is not a painted skin, but he feels as if he is covered with an invisible skin.

"Why?"

Yue Ling has always been a resolute person. She never shows mercy to the people of the Painted Skin Master, but she can't help but ask Shen Tu Xiong why.

Shen Tu Xiong is not a painted skin, his will is clear, and he is not manipulated by others.

The most important thing is that Yue Ling can feel that he has a special feeling for the Imperial Observatory. Why would such a great monk of the fifth realm degenerate into a hidden man of the Painted Skin Master?

She really can't figure it out.

"Because I have no choice."

A trace of pain flashed in Shen Tu Xiong's eyes, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then a demon-subduing pestle appeared in his hand.

"I leaked the news of Shenju Mountain. Over the years, I have done a lot of dirty things for the Painted Skin Master, and passed on a lot of news. Many people died because of me."

"In the Yangzhou Rebellion, a total of 782 people died, more than 1,200 people were seriously injured, and countless people were slightly injured."

He spit out these cold numbers, holding the demon-subduing pestle tightly in his palm, his eyes drooped, but it was difficult to hide the pain and self-blame in his heart.

"The funny thing is that I led people to calculate these numbers."

Yue Ling's eyes turned cold, and the flames on the blade became hotter.

Sensing Yue Ling's killing intent, Shen Tu Xiong smiled and said, "We have fought many times, and we are evenly matched. This time, it's time to decide."

"This time, we will decide who is better, and who lives or dies."

Before Yue Ling's voice fell, she had already moved, and her anger was like a landslide, bursting out with a bang.

Drag the knife and the sharp dragon bird knife cut a deep crack on the ground, and flames gushed out, like a volcanic eruption.

Twelve styles of breaking through the formation, dragging the knife to cut the horse style!

In an instant, a powerful momentum swept over like a tsunami, blowing Shen Tu Xiong's beard and hair fluttering, and even the skin on his face was throbbing.

"Come on!"

He shouted loudly, raised the demon-subduing pestle, and made a simple downward strike. However, a shadow of a sacred mountain appeared in the void, just like Mount Sumeru in the Buddhist scriptures, and Sanskrit chants could be heard faintly all around.

The fall of the pestle is like a wake-up call from Buddhism.

clang! !

The Dragon Bird Sword and the Demon-Conquering Pestle collided, making a deafening roar, causing fallen leaves to fly around and turn into debris on the ground.

The golden flame burned the demon-conquering pestle inscribed with Buddhist scriptures. Yue Ling's eyes were as firm as iron, with murderous intent.

There were even golden flames burning in her pupils.

The Mad Lion Shen Tuxiong and the Ming King Yue Ling, these two warriors known for their bravery and fierceness in Qintian Prison, finally let go of all restraints and decided to compete.

Boom!

Neither of them took a step back, like giant beasts wrestling, the ground beneath their feet began to twist and crack, like an earth dragon turning over.

Yue Ling's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of flame armor, and the sound of the sword was loud and clear, soaring into the sky.

Shen Tuxiong also went crazy, and a Vajra statue appeared behind him, with its beard and hair dancing wildly like a lion.

clang! clang! clang!

There were several more thunderous sounds of metal and stone, and the two had already started a close fight. Like hitting a golden bell, the terrifying air waves shook the surrounding trees to the point where their fallen leaves were colorful and swaying.

Yue Ling's swordsmanship is superb, every blow is a killing move, and he will survive after being put to death. He is extremely fierce, cruel and domineering.

Shen Tuxiong's pestle technique is also extremely fierce, like a madman, it will kill if it is rubbed, and it will be injured if it touches it, like thunder, like lightning.

Both of them are born with supernatural powers, and have practiced martial arts to the highest level. For a time, masculinity is against masculinity, and the tip of a needle is against the awn of wheat.

Fifty moves, no winner yet.

After a hundred moves, Shen Tuxiong began to retreat, and knife edges appeared on the Demon-Conquering Pestle, and even charred black marks were burned by the flames.

After one hundred and fifty moves, Shentu Xionghu's mouth was bleeding, but he did not retreat but advanced, shouting out Buddhist mantras. His whole body seemed to be blessed by divine power, becoming more brave and sweeping away the decline.

However, Yue Ling was worthy of being a fierce general who had experienced hundreds of battles. He was rich in experience and was not messy at all. The light of his sword was like mercury, penetrating all over the ground. He could switch between offense and defense at will. It was natural, and he gradually gained the upper hand.

After two hundred moves, Shen Tuxiong finally couldn't help but activate the magical power at the bottom of the box, the giant spirit method!

His body suddenly grew in size, like a giant, several feet tall, and his strength soared to a terrifying level. With one blow, he could destroy mountains, as if the legendary giant spirit god had come to the world.

Yue Ling did not hide, she heard the sound of thunder with her tongue, used the dragon bird knife to attract the thunder from the sky, bathed in the thunder fire, and killed in the sky.

The two of them fought from the ground to the sky. In the dark night, the sea of ​​clouds surged, the air waves crossed the sky, and the thunder and fire almost burned the dark clouds into red.

After three hundred moves, the two men fell from the sky. Shen Tuxiong's body had returned to normal. He was breathing heavily. The black gold lion armor on his body was full of knife marks, with bones visible and dripping with blood.

His hand holding the Demon-Conquering Pestle trembled slightly, blood was constantly flowing from the tiger's mouth, his beard was almost singed, and the whole person looked extremely embarrassed.

Yue Ling stood with his sword across his body, his figure still upright, his purple tassel helmet was broken, his hair was covered with green hair, his eyes were stern, and his aura seemed to be even stronger than before the sword was drawn.

Thunder flashed in the left eye, and golden flames crisscrossed the right eye.

She stood there quietly, with a fierce cloak, like a god of war, which was difficult to look at.

"I lost."

Shen Tuxiong looked at Yue Ling with a hint of wonder in his eyes.

"It's great. This is the first time I've been defeated by someone in a head-to-head confrontation. You can actually defeat my giant spirit magic. It's amazing!"

If he hadn't experienced it himself, he would never have believed that Yue Ling, who was only twenty-five years old, had already come this far.

I'm afraid she has already seen the threshold of the sixth realm.

The Diamond Dragon Elephant is well-deserved!

"I can't win against you, but you can't kill me either. Yue Ling, I'm leaving. I'll pay back what I owe Qin Tianjian later."

"Another piece of advice for you, don't fight with the Painted Skin Master anymore. You can't fight him now."

After saying that, Shen Tuxiong wanted to leave, but Yue Ling shook his head and said, "You can't leave."

The next moment, the sound of jade flutes suddenly came from the night sky, clear and distant, like the roar of dragons in the water.

The flute sounded, the power of water gathered, and light rain began to fall all around.

Shen Tuxiong followed the sound and saw a figure in white standing on the highest moon-watching tower in Yangzhou City in the distance, holding a jade flute and standing under the bright moon.

It’s Zhang Jiuyang again!

An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in his heart, and Tengyun wanted to leave under his feet.

He thought Yue Ling would stop him, but he didn't expect her to hold the knife still.

roar!

Just as he was fleeing towards the clouds, a loud roar of a dragon suddenly sounded in his ears. It was windy and rainy all around, and dark clouds covered the sky.

Looking up, under the bright moon, in the sea of ​​clouds, a white dragon about a hundred feet long appeared. It was slender, with scales like jade, and lightning was brewing on its crystal horns.

The roar of the dragon seemed to be in harmony with the sound of the flute.

Boom!

The thunder is mighty and the real dragon breathes.

Shen Tuxiong fell from the sky and fell to the ground, coughing out blood.

He had been seriously injured in the battle with Yue Ling just now, and now he encountered a real dragon comparable to the Sixth Realm, so he was naturally defeated.

It's Zhang Jiuyang!

The sound of the flute he plays can actually summon a real dragon!

In an instant, Shen Tuxiong was deeply shocked by the young man who had not been taken seriously by him before.

Who is Zhang Jiuyang?

But he had no time to think about this problem. The situation on the court was very unfavorable to him at this moment, and it was almost a sure-fire situation.

The white dragon poked its head out of the clouds, looking down from above.

Yue Ling held a sword on the land, staring at them with a fierce look.

What should he do?

Shen Tu Xiong was almost in despair, but a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he looked at the white-clothed man on the distant Wangyue Tower, with a flash of murderous intent in his eyes.

The only chance of survival was Zhang Jiuyang!

He summoned the white dragon, and Yue Ling attached great importance to him. As long as he captured Zhang Jiuyang, he could force them to retreat!

With a thought, Shen Tu Xiong used the escape technique and killed in the direction of Zhang Jiuyang.

There was nothing wrong with his thinking, but what he didn't know was that this time he had stirred up a hornet's nest.

Yue Ling and Long Nu were both extremely arrogant people, and they disdained to work together to deal with Shen Tu Xiong, so Yue Ling just watched Shen Tu Xiong escape into the sky without any reaction.

After Long Nu beat Shen Tu Xiong down, she didn't make another move, thinking that Yue Ling would use a sword.

They are all the most talented and beautiful women in the world, with their own character, but when Shen Tu Xiong set his sights on Zhang Jiuyang, everything changed.

Boom!

Thunder fell, and the knife flashed.

Long Nu and Yue Ling attacked at the same time.

…

On the top of the Moon Watching Tower.

After playing "White Dragon Song", Zhang Jiuyang said lightly: "Shen Tu Xiong is done, and the next step is to purge the painted skins in the city."

After a pause, he looked at A Li who was holding a thick book and reciting it, and said: "Have you written down all the names in the book?"

The people recorded in the book are all the evil people he saw with his heavenly eyes, and their names and addresses were found out by the Imperial Observatory and registered in the book.

Some of them are painted skins, some are not, but without exception, they are all sinners in Yangzhou City.

Ah Li made a bitter face and said, "I'm reciting, reciting. There are too many names. Brother Jiu, why do you want me to recite this?"

Zhang Jiuyang touched the jade flute in his hand, his voice was gentle and calm.

"Tomorrow night, kill them all."

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