The God and Buddha are actually me

"Dead...dead?"

Yue Ling looked at the torn body of the Painted Skin Master, with a trace of solemnity in her eyes. For some reason, although everyone had just killed him, she still felt a little uneasy.

Why did the Immortal Tomb suddenly move?

And why did the human skin help the Painted Skin Master and even use the same immobilization method?

"Be careful, the skin is about to come out!"

The array plate in Zhuge Yunhu's hand kept trembling, and the Eight Gates Array was also roaring, as if a monster was about to break out of the array.

Crack!

After a few breaths, the array plate in his hand actually exploded and turned into countless pieces.

A figure with immortal light flowing flew out of the array. It was still the human skin. Not only was it unharmed, it even turned into a human form and uttered a voice.

"You... all deserve to die!!!"

Everyone was shocked.

It was the voice of the Painted Skin Master!

His headless body was still lying on the ground, and his seven orifices were sealed by the power of the formation, but for some reason, he could be reborn with the help of this immortal skin.

The Painted Skin Master was also furious at this moment, and his heart was bleeding.

His original plan was to get the immortal skin of his previous life, and then integrate it into his current body, so as to greatly increase his magic power, melt all the laws into one furnace, and create peerless magical powers.

In this way, he would have the confidence to build a supreme foundation, achieve the achievements that he could not achieve in his previous life, and step into the real eighth realm, instead of taking the helpless method of corpse transformation.

There is even hope to see the legendary ninth realm in the future...

But now it's all destroyed!

His painstakingly polished body was destroyed in an instant. If he didn't have the immortal skin as a backup, the two were connected in the past and present lives, and he could use the secret method to borrow the skin to revive, he would probably really fall now!

Just a little bit short!

"Destroy my body, cut off my way forward, Imperial Astronomical Observatory, you will all die here today, I will grind your bones to ashes, refine your souls into ghost slaves, and torture you for generations to come!!"

The Painted Skin Master roared, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and the strange scriptures on his body flowed with strange black light. In a trance, it seemed as if there was a curse on him, which made the eyebrows of the people present have a black air and death air.

If there were people who could read faces, they would find that Yue Ling and others all had a look of sudden death, great disasters, and no chance of survival!

"Behead!"

Yue Ling swung the knife again. After fighting for so long, she was still full of fighting spirit. The golden flame on the Dragon Sparrow Knife was blazing, and the knife intent did not weaken at all. It even became more powerful because the enemy became stronger!

But this unstoppable knife was gently clamped by two fingers.

The golden flame of the Ming King tried to spread upwards, but it could not burn the two fingers flowing with fairy light.

"The corpse-reincarnated immortal... is also an immortal."

"Even if there is only a skin left... you ants can't mess with it!"

The Painted Skin Master's eyes were sinister, and immortal light burst out from his fingers, like an indestructible golden dragon scissors, with the power to split mountains and cut off peaks.

The Dragon Sparrow Knife let out a mournful cry, and the flames on it all dissipated dimly. The blade trembled violently, and then a crisp sound was made.

Yue Ling's pupils condensed.

A broken blade fell and inserted vertically into the ground, and the bright blade quickly dimmed.

The Dragon Sparrow Knife, broken!

Yue Ling's body also flew backwards like a cannonball, crashed deeply into the mountains, and was buried by rubble.

The Dragon Girl led countless thunders to strike at the Painted Skin Master.

"Stop!"

It was another body-settling method, and those thunders solidified in the air like ice crystals. As he stretched out his hand and clenched it, they all turned into shatters.

Zhuge Yunhu was shocked. This was not just a simple method of immobilization, but a method of forcibly changing the structure of the thunder itself through magical powers, making it as brittle as crystal.

This was an ability that would only be involved in the eighth realm, and even in the eyes of cultivators, it was close to heaven.

The dragon girl also tried her best. She turned into a white dragon again, with brilliant light on the dragon horns. The sky was raining heavily, and the sound of waves rang around.

She was actually going to raise huge waves, turning this place into an ocean, and using the power of endless water to fight the Painted Skin Master.

However, the next moment, she suddenly let out a mournful cry, and her huge body fell from the sky, as if she had lost the ability to fly.

"Retreat!"

Zhuge Yunhu knew that he could not fight back, so he waved his sleeves, and clouds appeared under his feet, ready to retreat with everyone.

"Want to leave?"

The figure of the Painted Skin Master instantly appeared in front of him, and with a palm slap, the black light condensed into a huge skeleton phantom.

Zhuge Yunhu blocked the palm, coughing up blood, and the magical power of making clouds under his feet was also broken.

Li Yan chanted the spell of water flowing horizontally, turned into a water dragon and rushed towards the Painted Skin Master, but was broken by the dragon head, smashed the spear, and fell to the ground covered in blood.

The other two Lingtai Lang were also miserable. One had his head smashed and the other had his heart dug out. The scene was very bloody.

The Painted Skin Master was about to crush Li Yan's head with one foot, but there was a sound in the gravel.

Yue Ling came again. Even though the long sword was broken, she was still full of fighting spirit. There was no fear in her eyes. Between life and death, she seemed to have been stimulated with infinite potential. The phantom of the Ming Wang seemed more solid and more powerful.

It seemed that she had already stepped half a foot into the sixth realm.

A loud punch, the sound was like thunder.

The golden flames rushed into the sky, like a mountain torrent, instantly submerging the figure of the Painted Skin Master.

However, after a few breaths, the terrifying flames were blown away by the strong wind.

The precious fairy skin of the Painted Skin Master actually showed a trace of burnt black. He was furious and grabbed Yue Ling's neck with one hand and lifted him up, his sinister eyes full of resentment.

"I heard that you like to pick off other people's heads?"

"Today, I will pick off your head!"

Seeing that Yue Ling was about to encounter an accident, the dragon roared, and the white dragon flew again, burning its blood, and used its toughest dragon horn as a dagger to hit the terrifying figure like a demon.

Zhuge Yunhu also made a move at the same time. He used starlight as a bow and shot a star arrow, like a meteor flying and a comet hitting the sun.

But after a few breaths, the white dragon flew backwards and Zhuge vomited blood.

The fairy skin of the eighth realm is really too powerful. Although everyone present is a strong man, the higher the road of cultivation, the greater the gap.

In the third and fourth realms, you may be able to kill the enemy across levels, but above the fifth realm, each realm is a world of difference, with a huge gap that is difficult to cross.

At the critical moment, a dragon roar suddenly sounded in the distance.

It was a giant dragon formed by the red ridge, wrapped in the dragon vein energy, looking at the injured white dragon, its empty eyes showed anger, and it rushed towards the Painted Skin Master.

Only the Eighth Realm can deal with the Eighth Realm.

Although his mind was not fully developed, he was connected by blood. The old dragon king felt his daughter's injury and resolutely killed back and bit the Painted Skin Master.

One was the spine of the Eighth Realm Dragon King, and the other was the human skin of the Corpse Reincarnation Immortal. In an instant, the Painted Skin Master, who had just been invincible, suddenly showed a solemn look.

The immortal light flowed, and the scriptures on the human skin became darker and deeper, and the ink color continued to deepen. He and the old dragon king fought together.

Logically speaking, the spine of the old dragon king was no less than the human skin of the Corpse Reincarnation Immortal, and it was even much stronger, but when the two fought, it was the Painted Skin Master who had the upper hand.

The mountain-like dragon trembled continuously, its body split and closed, closed and split, and huge and dark palm prints appeared.

Zhuge Yunhu's eyes flashed, as if he thought of something, and he stretched out his fingers, regardless of his injuries, forcibly mobilized his magic power.

"Move the mountains and move the veins, get up!"

The next moment, the old dragon king let out a loud dragon roar. It turned out that the group of coffins buried seven inches away from it were forcibly pushed out by Zhuge Yunhu using the mountain-moving method.

Those coffins were buried vertically, like dragon-suppressing piles, blocking the head and tail dragon energy, making it unable to pass through, greatly affecting the old dragon king's combat power.

In an instant, the dragon energy in the old dragon king's body became much stronger, and his profoundness seemed to be boosted, as if he had cleared up years of stubborn illness.

It roared, and the dragon roar was loud and deafening.

The Painted Skin Master felt the pressure, but he was not panicked. The fairy light in his palm was bright, and he continued to perform various magical skills.

Dragon-trapping piles, dragon-binding ropes, dragon-slaying techniques...

Many of these techniques were specifically designed to restrain dragons, and have long been lost.

Gradually, the old dragon king fell into a disadvantage again.

It had been worn out for too long, and its dragon energy had dissipated for decades. Its overall strength was not as good as before. It had already used up its last bit of strength to fight the Painted Skin Master for so long.

"Let's go!"

Zhuge Yunhu shouted and performed the Cloud-flying Technique again.

The dragon girl looked at her father, whose body was constantly breaking apart, and her glass-colored pupils showed reluctance.

Yue Ling took her hand, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said forcefully: "You can't help it, follow me!"

The two girls fell on the cloud, and Zhuge Yunhu held the unconscious Li Yan, with a solemn expression, pinching the seal with his hands, and performing the escape technique with all his strength.

The Cloud-flying Technique can travel thousands of miles a day, and with his full strength, it can even reach the level of traveling tens of thousands of miles a day, almost turning into a stream of light, and disappearing in a flash.

The Painted Skin Master smashed the dragon head in half with one palm, and then with a fierce look in his eyes, he wanted to chase those people from the Imperial Observatory.

However, the incomplete old dragon king had a resolute look, wrapped his body around him, and opened his mouth to swallow him into his stomach.

The old dragon king looked at the direction where Ao Li was going away, and his angry and resolute dragon eyes suddenly became calm, revealing a trace of human waves.

Decades ago, he did not protect his family well.

Now, he must protect his daughter well.

Even if it is the last time.

…

After a while, everyone on the cloud heard a cry of grief, and a violent explosion sounded in the distance.

The dragon girl's body trembled slightly. She, who was connected by blood, felt the death of her father.

After not seeing each other for decades, they met again, but they didn't have time to say a few words, and it became a farewell again.

She has rarely had emotional fluctuations, but tonight her heart is difficult to calm down.

Yue Ling lowered his eyes and gently patted her shoulder, his voice low but extremely firm.

"He still remembers you."

"If it weren't for you, we would have died there."

The dragon girl looked up at her, and their eyes met. The previous hostility between the two disappeared like ice and snow.

In this dangerous battle, they cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding, and they saved each other's lives.

"Can we still kill the Painted Skin Master?"

The dragon girl's voice was a little confused.

The Painted Skin Master who got the immortal skin was too strong. A corpse immortal, this is enough to subvert the world.

Even if she broke through to the sixth realm, it would be a long way to go for revenge.

"Of course!"

Yue Ling was decisive, and his brows were still heroic, and he was not discouraged.

"If the fifth realm can't kill it, then the sixth realm, the sixth realm doesn't work, the seventh realm, the seventh realm doesn't work, the eighth realm, one day, I will cut off that skin and use it to pad the corner of the table!"

The dragon girl was startled. This was the first time she, who was indifferent, had met such a person. His high self-confidence and fighting spirit were really eye-catching.

But at this moment, a voice sounded faintly.

"It's a pity that you will die in the fifth realm."

The figure of the Painted Skin Master appeared in front of them at some point, and froze everyone with a single finger.

He looked a little embarrassed, the scriptures on the immortal skin became blurred, and the immortal light flowing around him also dimmed a lot, but he was only slightly injured.

"I said, you will not survive tonight."

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