The God and Buddha are actually me

"Yes, Yama is indeed my master, and I am also the secret son who was placed in Qintian Prison. You said these things correctly, but do you think you can blackmail me by relying on these?"

Zhang Jiuyang pretended to be excited and said sternly: "The worst case is that the fish will die and the net will be broken!"

The embroiderer smiled and said: "Don't worry, for someone as precious as you, how can the slave family be willing to let you die? Your face... the Lord will definitely like it very much."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled, and he immediately understood Xiu Niang's plan.

She wanted the owner of the painting to peel off his face and make it into a mask, and then let someone else take his identity.

In this way, she could bury a crucial secret in Yama.

A fierce look flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and he stretched out his hands behind his back. The thunder in his palms was filled with thunder, and the thunder in his palms that had been quietly brewing for a long time suddenly exploded.

Boom!

Several lightning strikes from the palms struck Xiu Niang, illuminating the dark night. The thunder was extremely violent, spreading around like green snakes.

The sudden attack made even Xiu Niang startled.

She didn't expect that Zhang Jiuyang, who was proficient in the art of controlling ghosts, actually practiced thunder techniques, and his power was not weak.

At the critical moment, the white tiger skin in her hand roared suddenly, and turned into a living white tiger, riding the evil wind, blocking in front of her.

The thunder fell on the white tiger's fur, but was blocked by the strong demonic energy. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang with bloodthirsty eyes.

The tiger skin was much more powerful in her hands than on Tiger Hill.

"Master Zhang, I would like you to go with the slave family to meet my master."

She gently stroked Bai Hu's head and smiled sweetly.

"What if I don't want to go?"

Zhang Jiuyang summoned up the magic power all over his body, his eyes were bright, hiding murderous intent.

Although this woman did not guess that he was Yama, if she revealed his connection with Yama, it would bring him a lot of trouble.

Might as well try to keep it here forever.

After all, only the dead can keep secrets best.

"If Mr. Zhang doesn't want to go, the slave family will have no choice but to... break your limbs and then take you there."

After the embroiderer finished speaking, she waved her sleeves lightly and released a large piece of paper people and horses.

The next moment, those paper figures came to life, wearing battle armor, riding tall horses, holding swords, guns, swords and halberds, and rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang.

"Brother Ninth, it's origami, do you want me to deal with it?"

Ah Li's voice sounded. She was very experienced in origami.

But Zhang Jiuyang rejected this proposal and asked her to hide in the Yin Doll first so that she could be used as a surprise weapon.

Seeing those paper men and paper horses coming to kill, Zhang Jiuyang remained calm, slowly raised his finger, and pinched the Lingguan Jue.

"I admire the divine power of the general, punish the great spiritual officials in the sky, train the three or five great thunder masters, be ordered by the Three Pure Ones to subjugate the ghosts, patrol the world with a golden whip in hand, wear golden armor to show my power..."

Boom!

The red jade-shu sky fire rose up and condensed into a tall and mighty golden-armored god behind him, with three glaring eyes and a majestic golden whip in hand.

In the past, he could not use the Spiritual Official Technique as Zhang Jiuyang, but now that Xiu Niang has recognized him as Yama Luo's disciple, he naturally has no restrictions on his methods.

After entering the third realm, he had not yet fought with all his strength once, so this time he was able to let go.

"What?"

The embroiderer was shocked and saw that before her paper horses could reach Zhang Jiuyang, they were all turned into ashes by the golden whip of the flame god.

Her paper figurine technique has been cultivated to an extremely high level. Ordinary flames cannot burn her, but when she touches the red-gold flame, it ignites immediately.

Zhang Jiuyang had already taken the initiative to kill her.

roar!

The white tiger roared, and suddenly countless black winds blew towards Zhang Jiuyang, like thousands of sharp swords, but they were all blocked by Wang Lingguan's phantom with his whip.

What a powerful protective power!

At this time, Xiu Niang has seen the extraordinary power of this kind, and seems to be very restrained from the heretical techniques she has practiced.

"escape!"

Seeing the golden whip surrounded by flames coming towards her, Xiu Niang had no choice but to use her escape technique to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

"Where to run!"

Zhang Jiuyang temporarily released the Lingguan Jue and changed to the Sword Jue.

Just hearing the sound of Canglang's sword, the ghost-killing sword flew out from the Yin Dou, turned into a red light in the dark night, and killed Xiu Niang.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hearing the sound of the sword, there were sharp sounds of breaking through the air all around. Xiu Niang's figure was soon chased by the ghost-slaying sword, and after a few dozen blows, it pierced her heart.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up and he waved a spiritual talisman in each hand.

One is the Five Thunder Talisman, and the other is the Sa Zhen Fire Talisman.

"disease!"

As he kneaded the hand and recited the incantation, the two spiritual talismans bloomed with light. One turned into thunder, and the other ignited flames. Thunder and fire were intertwined. With the blessing of Zhang Jiuyang's magic power, they expanded and exploded instantly.

In an instant, under the moonlit night, there was a dragon condensed with thunder and fire, and it bit Xiu Niang, who was injured by the sword energy.

Boom!

The entire Shen family was trembling, air waves were impacting, rocks and trees were flying, thunder and fire were everywhere, and the faint screams of many servants could be heard.

Thunder helps the fire, and fire brings thunder power. These two talismans complement each other and are even more powerful.

Dead?

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly raised his brows and suddenly realized that there seemed to be a vague sense of restraint on his body. When he lowered his head and looked down, his eyes narrowed.

I saw that his body was surrounded by black silk threads at some point, which looked like dead people's hair. The yin was strong and the chill was biting.

A delicate laugh sounded.

The embroiderer who was hit by the lightning turned into a human skin and burned to ashes in the flames, and next to Zhang Jiuyang, a new embroiderer appeared.

She was covered in blood, and there was no trace of skin. The dense blood vessels made people's scalps numb.

Shedding her skin to survive!

She also wove a net for Zhang Jiuyang silently.

She gently pulled the silver needle in her hand, and the next moment, the black lines suddenly tightened and deeply penetrated into Zhang Jiuyang's flesh, making him unable to pinch the Lingguan Jue.

Like a prey wrapped in a spider web.

"Don't move, otherwise I will break you into many pieces if I use so much force."

"Such a handsome man, I really can't bear to part with him."

Her voice was still charming, and her eyes were full of charm, but there was not an inch of intact skin on her body, and there was red flesh everywhere, looking like a female ghost who had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood.

It made people feel sick.

"You are really amazing. You are only in the third realm, but you can force me to give up this skin. Do you know how much effort I have put into this skin?"

There was a hint of hatred in her voice.

It was obvious that she was not feeling well after performing this molting technique.

It was equivalent to experiencing the pain of being skinned.

"Are you so sure... that you can eat me?"

Zhang Jiuyang snorted coldly. Although he could not make a spell, as his mind moved and his magic power circulated, his body suddenly lit up with bronze luster.

Indestructible golden body!

The embroiderer was secretly shocked. The needle and thread in her hand could not be pulled anymore, as if it was not a mortal body, but an iron tower, a strong pass.

The sharp black thread rubbed against Zhang Jiuyang's body, cutting holes in the white clothes, but it could not cut through the bronze flesh, leaving only white marks.

Zhang Jiuyang exerted his strength fiercely. Under the secret technique of the Immortal Golden Body, he was not only invulnerable to swords and guns, but also extremely powerful. Although he was not as good as Yue Ling of the Diamond Dragon Elephant, he was a monster compared to others.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The black lines began to break, and he broke free with brute force, like a giant beast out of a cage.

Roar!

The white tiger flew up, but was met with a palm with a bronze luster and brilliant lightning.

Immortal Golden Body + Palm Thunder!

The white tiger was directly like a kite with a broken string, and was whipped several feet away, knocking down several walls. There was an obvious sunken palm print on his forehead, and his hair was even black.

Even Zhang Pi was dizzy at this moment, with stars in his eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed fiercely, his hands were shining with lightning, and there were sharp thunders. With the blessing of the immortal golden body, he could safely activate more thunder energy without worrying about hurting his hands.

Boom!

The thunder energy was so strong that even the air could feel it faintly, and there was a faint thunder.

The pressure instantly came to Xiu Niang. She didn't expect that a person in the third realm would be so difficult to deal with. How many magical powers did this Zhang Jiuyang master?

And each spell was profound, powerful, and very mysterious.

It was simply a freak!

At the critical moment, her pupils bloomed with a faint light, and she stared at Zhang Jiuyang, as if she was activating some secret method.

She opened her mouth slightly and recited a spell, but the human ear could not hear it.

This is a very strange soul-enchanting technique that can ignore the defense of the physical body and directly invade the soul and spirit. If the soul of the person who is in the technique is not as strong as the caster, he will become a puppet and obey his orders obediently.

This is also the most powerful trick of the embroiderer.

You must know that the soul competition is the most dangerous. If you are not careful, you will suffer a great backlash. In the martial arts world, it is a competition of internal strength between two people.

The strong wins and the weak loses. There is no room for tricks.

The embroiderer is confident that even if Zhang Jiuyang has many tricks, he is only a third realm and is still in the stage of nurturing the great medicine. The three flowers of spirit, energy and spirit have not yet reached maturity. How can he compare with her, a fourth realm cultivator who has already refined the great medicine and cultivated the golden elixir?

Her thinking is not wrong. The fourth realm of the Shen family surnamed Zhao was killed by her using this soul-bewitching technique. Under the fourth realm, no one can compete with her in the soul.

Unfortunately, she met Zhang Jiuyang.

In an instant, she saw a blazing sea of ​​fire, like a copper wall and iron wall around Zhang Jiuyang's soul.

The most terrifying thing was that she saw Zhang Jiuyang's soul slowly opening an eye with red flames between his eyebrows, as majestic and unpredictable as a god, like an immortal Buddha in the sky, slowly looking down at the world.

With a rumble, she felt that her soul seemed to be broken.

...

Shenju Mountain.

The Painted Skin Master was already covered with wounds, and blood soaked the black robe completely, and kept flowing to the ground under his feet.

This was the first time in so many years that he was so embarrassed and miserable.

Knife marks, gun marks, claw marks, fire, lightning...

If it weren't for his profound magic power and his mastery of many self-defense techniques, I'm afraid he would have become a pool of blood mud by now.

The dragon roared!

The white dragon's glass-colored pupils were filled with the air of water, like the Yunmeng Lake after the rain, deep blue and boundless.

The Painted Skin Master was startled. Under the gaze of those pupils, he seemed to be in an endless wave. He was spinning around and his eyes were a little absent-minded.

"Kill!"

A cold shout sounded, and at the moment when he was distracted, Yue Ling had already keenly captured this fleeting opportunity. Before the sound sounded, the knife light was approaching.

The Painted Skin Master suddenly woke up and broke free from Ao Li's water illusion. The sinister eye was instantly filled with blood and launched some kind of illusion.

The knife in Yue Ling's hand paused slightly, but she broke free from the illusion in an instant. Thunder brewed in her left eye, golden flames ignited in her right eye, and her black hair danced wildly. She was like a king descending to the world, so fierce!

Although he immediately performed the escape technique, the Painted Skin Master was still a little slow to react due to the serious injury. There was a deep knife scar on his left abdomen that could be seen to the bone. Blood flowed down like a spring, staining the ground red.

"What a fast knife, what a strong will."

Even the Painted Skin Master had to be shocked at this moment.

I have long heard that the Imperial Observatory has produced a rare genius, known as the Ming Wang. Although she is a woman, her swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world.

Among the formations, the biggest threat to him is naturally Zhuge Yunhu, but Yue Ling's sharpness should not be underestimated.

No wonder the old ghost died in the hands of this woman.

Coupled with a white dragon staring at him, such a lineup is really a bit too much for him.

"He is almost at his limit. Everyone, let's kill this demon together today!"

Yue Ling stepped forward with a knife, murderous, and the flame on the Dragon Bird Knife seemed to feel the fighting spirit of the owner, becoming more turbulent, and even a loud phoenix cry sounded.

Everyone was refreshed.

Only Zhuge Yunhu frowned slightly.

He has been silently observing the Painted Skin Master. For some reason, he always feels that the Painted Skin Master is too calm, without the kind of struggle of a trapped beast, as if waiting for something.

What is he waiting for? What else can he wait for?

Zhuge Yunhu couldn't figure this out, but he also knew that this was a golden opportunity to get rid of the Painted Skin Master, and he must not miss it.

The Tianshu flag waved again.

He even burned his blood.

The stars in the sky fell like rain, and the Big Dipper descended and fell into the formation, which raised the power to another level.

For a while, the Painted Skin Master was in great danger. Although he used all kinds of magical powers, he could only parry and had no chance to fight back.

Even his already seriously injured body had many new injuries.

But that sinister eye flashed a ray of madness and excitement.

Hold on a little longer!

It's almost there, it's almost there!

...

"Your servant kowtows to the master!"

Under the moonlight, in the Shen Mansion.

The embroiderer knelt at Zhang Jiuyang's feet devoutly and humbly, as obedient and docile as a bitch.

Zhang Jiuyang looked down at her with a cold and domineering voice, with a torch between his eyebrows.

"Take me to the Painted Skin Master's lair."

"I obey your command!"

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