The God and Buddha are actually me

Moonlight night, Shen Mansion.

Zhang Jiuyang rubbed his temples. He used his Heavenly Eye a little too much today. Not only did he consume a lot of mana, but he was also mentally exhausted.

But he was still thinking about tomorrow.

Everything is progressing smoothly on the Shenju Mountain side. The killing array will be completely set up around 12:00 tomorrow and the cemetery will be selected for the Painted Skin Master.

Then there must be no mistakes on his side.

Suddenly, his hand rubbing his temples paused slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

Yue Ling pushed open the door and entered, holding a bloody pestle in his hand. The Buddhist scriptures on it were dim and densely covered with knife marks.

Plop!

A corpse fell from the sky and fell to the ground, covered in blood and flesh. The burly body was covered in charred black, the armor was in pieces, and the deformed hand under the armpit was also exposed.

Astonishingly, it was the former Qintian Supervisor, the Mad Lion Shen Tuxiong.

It's just that now this high-ranking fifth-level monk has completely turned into a corpse, and his fatal injury was a heavy blow to the head.

It looked like the wound was not a stab wound, but seemed to have been smashed into pieces by a demonic pestle.

A figure floated down, with snow-clad lotus-like clothes, long hair like ink, and a bamboo hat on his head. His majestic appearance was covered by the hanging white gauze, but his cold and independent temperament was more eye-catching than his appearance.

It's like a fairy falling into the mortal world.

It was the Dragon Girl who was cultivating under the Xijiang River. She came after hearing the sound of the flute and lived up to her past promise.

After half a month of seeing her, her cultivation seemed to have become even deeper. Her movements were like a fairy, and her exposed skin was filled with a faint fairy light, as bright as the bright moon, misty and ethereal.

"Zhang Jiuyang, he is dead."

The dragon girl's voice sounded, still so ethereal, like Bai Xue's last voice, but with a hint of guilt.

It seems to be saying, it's not that I was cruel, but that he was too inexperienced. You can't blame me.

"If your thunder hadn't hurt his heart, there might have been hope of catching him alive."

Yue Ling's voice sounded.

The dragon girl said calmly: "That knife of yours even pierced his heart and lungs."

"You also grabbed his left arm."

"You also chopped off his Dantian..."

Although the voices of the two women were not loud, they were indistinguishable, and they were vaguely in opposition.

Zhang Jiuyang glanced at Shen Tuxiong's bloody corpse with pity, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

You can mess with anyone, but don't mess with these two women.

However, he had no intention of catching him alive. Although Shen Tuxiong had many secrets hidden in him, as a great monk of the fifth realm, he was also good at fighting and had a strong and domineering style. Even if he was defeated, he would still be able to win. It's okay to commit suicide.

As for the ghost-eating magical power, Zhang Jiuyang is not so arrogant that he thinks he can devour a fifth-level monk.

And indeed it is.

"Shen Tuxiong was seriously injured and felt that there was no hope of breaking out of the encirclement, so he decisively smashed his own head with the demon pestle and burned his soul with forbidden magic. It was very decisive."

When Yue Ling said this, her heroic eyes slightly lowered, with a hint of sadness flashing through her eyes.

Although she hates traitors like Shen Tuxiong very much in her heart, after all, she has been her comrade for many years and her respected senior, which is somewhat complicated.

"Who said there is no gain?"

The dragon girl's voice sounded, and then she opened her mouth slightly and spit out a crystal clear dragon ball, surrounded by a wisp of remnant soul.

"The tiger demon can summon ghosts, and the inner elixir of our dragon clan can also capture souls, but it is not commonly used. He committed suicide a bit quickly, and I only had time to capture this ray of remnant soul, which should be his most important memory. "

"Unfortunately, I can't read it."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly lit up. If it was just a ray of remnant soul, he could try using his ghost-eating magical power.

Maybe you can even increase your cultivation level.

"You do have some skills."

Even as proud as Yue Ling, she had to admit that the dragon girl was of great help this time.

But when she saw Zhang Jiuyang reaching out and grabbing the dragon ball naturally, and the dragon girl didn't have any surprise or displeasure, her heart couldn't help but froze.

She took a deep look at the two of them.

The person who solves the case should know people and things, and be aware of the subtleties. Through some small details, she can feel that the relationship between Zhang Jiuyang and Long Nu is definitely extraordinary!

The Dragon Ball is the essence of a true dragon's lifelong skill. It is more important than the reverse scale. It is never easily shown to others, let alone handed over to others.

Although Zhang Jiuyang once risked his life to save the Dragon Girl, but he was giving the flute and the Dragon Ball, something was wrong, very wrong...

"Zhang Jiuyang, look at this."

She stood between the two of them calmly, took out a ball of paper from her waist, and said, "This is the note that Shen Tuxiong hid in the bird's nest. It should be a message to the owner of the painting."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang opened the note and found a sentence written on it.

"Ten days later, Zhuge arrived and attacked Shenju Mountain."

He smiled slightly and said: "Our layout has finally paid off. Yue Ling, find someone who knows calligraphy and imitate Shen Tuxiong's handwriting. We will also send a message to the painting owner."

"What to write?"

"Just write that Qin Tianjian has temporarily given up attacking Shenju Mountain."

Too much words lead to mistakes. When it comes to imitating handwriting to convey messages, the fewer words the better, and try not to include personal information such as titles. Just say the key information.

"By the way, the fight between You and Shen Tuxiong will inevitably leave traces of the fighting in that place. Remember to find someone to repair it."

Yue Ling nodded and said: "Don't worry, I have a Lingtai Lang under my command who is good at earth and wood. He can restore the place to its original state tonight."

Zhang Jiuyang was relieved.

The war was imminent, and the more the other side was not prepared, the greater their chances of winning.

The reason why he set up this game was to make Shen Tu Xiong feel that he had passed the test, and then release the news that the supervisor would come in ten days to attack Shenju Mountain, so that the other side would not suspect that this was a fake news they deliberately released.

After all, Yue Ling had used this method last time and successfully dug out a Lingtailang under Shen Tu Xiong.

Zhang Jiuyang naturally had to make an extra layer of insurance to dispel his suspicion first.

The only thing he didn't expect was that Shen Tu Xiong didn't drink the glass of wine, but chose to cut his face to prove that he was not a spy.

Although the process was a little bumpy, the final direction did not change.

In addition, for someone like Shen Tu Xiong who was in a high position and had made countless contributions, it was not easy to convict him if he was not caught on the spot. After all, not everyone has a sky eye.

"Violent girl, why don't you leave?"

The dragon girl looked at Yue Ling and said in surprise: "Didn't Zhang Jiuyang ask you to do something?"

Obviously, she wanted to say something to Zhang Jiuyang alone.

Violent girl?

Yue Ling sneered and said lightly: "White loach, didn't he tell you that the process of devouring the residual soul is dangerous, and I need to be a guardian?"

White loach?

The dragon girl turned and looked at her, her eyes under the cloud veil were bright and clear, like a pool of autumn water.

Yue Ling was not to be outdone, her heroic eyes were like a sharp sword out of the sheath, heroic and sharp.

The two women looked at each other, and the invisible smell of gunpowder filled the air.

Zhang Jiuyang was overwhelmed. Why did these two people quarrel after just a few words?

Are their horoscopes in conflict?

"Okay, okay, stop quarreling."

Zhang Jiuyang could only come forward to mediate. The palm and the back of the hand are all flesh, and he would not favor either one.

"All of you stay and help me protect the law!"

Only children make choices, adults naturally want both!

Then he sucked the dragon ball, activated the ghost-eating ability, and swallowed the residual soul lingering on it into his stomach.

The ghost-eating ability was the first innate ability he obtained in this world, which was very precious, but after cultivating to the third realm, Zhang Jiuyang used it less frequently.

Because ghosts with too low a realm are no longer of much benefit to him now, it is better to let Alila be a rampant soldier.

Ghosts with too high a realm are easy to affect his state of mind, more dangerous, and difficult to find.

So in most cases, he treats it as a soul-searching technique.

Of course, Shen Tu Xiong's residual soul is undoubtedly a delicacy now, and the residual soul of a fifth-level great cultivator is definitely comparable to a panacea.

In an instant, a thunderous sound rang out in his stomach, as if it had become a Laojun furnace, digesting and decomposing the power of the residual soul and turning it into strands of pure magic power.

Zhang Jiuyang felt the long-lost impact he had felt when he devoured Yunniang, and he found that he had underestimated the fifth realm.

It was just a remnant soul, but the strength of the soul was stronger than countless evil spirits.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiuyang had mastered the Lingguan Tianyan method, and in his sea of ​​consciousness, there was a sky fire to protect him, so he remained unmoved by the opponent's soul.

He began to examine Shen Tuxiong's memory. Because it was just a remnant soul, there were not many memories, and they were intermittent.

He first saw a picture, which was the clearest and most profound one.

In a dark, cold, and damp house, the young Shen Tuxiong huddled in his mother's arms like a young animal.

It was a gentle and bright woman, patting his back gently, humming a ballad, and looking at him with a complicated look, but not disdainful, hiding a trace of love.

In this underground nest, everyone disliked Shen Tuxiong and treated him like a monster.

Just because he was covered with hair like an ape, and there was a deformed hand under his armpit, others said that it was his brother who died in his body.

Only his mother would hold him gently.

After an unknown period of time, the locked iron door was suddenly opened, and a figure walked in.

The woman trembled unconsciously, and Shen Tu Xiong was also very scared, but he still bravely protected his mother, baring his teeth and roaring at the man like a beast.

When Zhang Jiuyang saw the person clearly, he couldn't help but be shocked.

He was wearing a black robe and had a gloomy temperament. His two pairs of sinister eyes were like an owl in the dark night, with a strange blood color.

The Painted Skin Master!

What shocked him even more was what the Painted Skin Master said.

"Come, come to Daddy."

Shen Tu Xiong was actually the son of the Painted Skin Master! !

The young Shen Tu Xiong was very repulsive to the Painted Skin Master, and still showed a fierce look.

The Painted Skin Master said in a hoarse voice, with a gloomy smile, "You need to be punished again."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed him in mid-air, then grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him up high.

Shen Tu Xiong struggled desperately, and the Painted Skin Master sneered, then grabbed his son's hair.

"I just plucked it out last time, how come it grows so fast?"

"Why did I give birth to a freak like you?"

After saying that, he pulled hard, and with screams, handfuls of bloody hair fell.

Shen Tu Xiong's small body quickly became bald, and the deformed hand drooped and shook, which was very conspicuous.

After the Painted Skin Master plucked out the hair, he stretched his bloody palm to the strange hand.

Shen Tu Xiong's eyes showed horror.

The woman in the corner wanted to step forward to plead for mercy, but the Painted Skin Master glanced at her, and she trembled all over and could not move, so she could only hide in the corner and shiver.

A heart-wrenching scream sounded, and blood splattered.

The Painted Skin Master threw the deformed severed hand casually, then wiped the blood on his hand, hugged the unconscious little Shen Tu, and his gloomy smile revealed a morbid pleasure.

"This is much more comfortable. Now you are not a freak, but... my son."

He hugged the bloody little Shen Tu like a kind father, and sighed softly without knowing what he thought of.

"It's a pity that your weird hand is like hair, it will grow again soon."

"But it doesn't matter, Daddy will help you pull it out again."

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