The God and Buddha are actually me

In the lair, the fight between Painted Skin Master and Brown Three has reached a fever pitch, with the ground shaking and dragon roars ringing.

Painted Skin Master has the absolute upper hand, and Brown Three screams miserably. Soon, his proud dragon body is covered in blood, and scales and dragon blood fall like rain, with a strong fishy smell.

The hot dragon blood even burned small holes in the ground.

Brown Three tried to escape many times, but how could the Painted Skin Master, who was full of murderous intent, let him go? The fairy light in his hand flowed, and each palm left a deep palm print on Brown Three's body.

It was as if it was not a dragon body, but tofu.

"Painted Skin Master, you stole the dragon ball and took advantage of it. I am just venting a little. Do you really want to kill him?"

Brown Three roared, full of unwillingness and resentment.

The Painted Skin Master didn't say anything, but continued to attack. Each blow was a fatal blow, and it was beaten to a bloody mess, and even the dragon horn on its head was broken.

Zong San was finally scared. Even with its strong vitality, it felt the threat of death at this moment. It lost all its fighting spirit, and its huge body suddenly became smaller, like a loach, burrowing into the ground.

Size as desired.

A dragon can be big or small, visible or invisible, and has infinite changes. Zong San is worthy of being an evil dragon who has practiced for hundreds of years and has mastered the magical power of size as desired.

Hidden under the nine lands, it is like a drop of water merging into the sea.

This is its life-saving magical power at the bottom of the box. Relying on this move, although it has encountered strong enemies in the past six hundred years, it can save its life.

It's a pity that it met the Painted Skin Master.

The next moment, the Painted Skin Master was full of fairy light, and he also burrowed into the ground.

Soon, the wail of a giant dragon could be heard from underground. The earth shook violently, and the winding cracks looked like huge scars.

It was like a dragon turning over.

After a moment, all the noise disappeared.

A figure emerged from underground. It was the Painted Skin Master, but he was holding a brown dragon tendon in his hand.

This was the original form of Brown Three.

It was not a real dragon in the true sense. It was the Dongyang Lake Battle 600 years ago. The blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers nurtured its spirituality. It transformed little by little over the long years and finally had a dragon body.

From a rope to wanting to turn into a dragon, the leap was amazing.

It did not have a dragon ball. This dragon tendon was its body and the essence of everything. Now that the dragon tendon was pulled out, it meant that Brown Three had already died.

This terrifying demon dragon that had lived for 600 years could never have dreamed that he would not die at the hands of those upright monks, but would fall at the hands of the Painted Skin Master who was also evil.

It was even more unexpected that all this was planned by a little monk. The Painted Skin Master and it, both became pawns.

"Long live my master!"

"My master is mighty!"

The surviving Painted Skin subordinates cheered enthusiastically when they saw this scene, their eyes were full of fanaticism and admiration, and they knelt down towards the majestic figure.

The embroiderer also knelt down, but a trace of worry flashed in her drooping eyes.

As expected by the master, the Painted Skin Master has become stronger. Zong San used to be on equal footing with him, but now he has been pulled out of his dragon tendons and crushed from head to toe.

It seems that the Painted Skin Master must not find out that the master is here!

The Painted Skin Master ignored the cheers, but silently fell into the ruins. With his hand stretched out, a figure flew out from the rubble.

Without limbs, the body had been crushed by stones, smashed into a bloody mess, with a big hole in the heart, emitting a strong evil dragon breath.

He looked at the corpse and looked at it quietly for a long time, and the fairy light on his body flickered.

"Xiu Niang, why does Zong San know this place?"

He suddenly asked, his voice was cold and he had an uncontrollable killing intent.

Xiu Niang had already thought of a reason, and said: "My Lord, I don't know. I just came back from Yangzhou City and went to look for the white tiger skin. Not long after I came back, Zong San called!"

After she finished speaking, she took out the white tiger skin from her arms and presented it respectfully.

Having followed the Painted Skin Master for many years, she knew his suspicious nature very well. She must not be too full of herself when she spoke, and she should try to say as little as possible, not draw conclusions, and guide him to analyze it himself.

This is the only way to avoid suspicion.

Sure enough, when he saw the tiger skin, the Painted Skin Master's eyes moved and said: "It seems that there is a traitor among us."

"Someone passed the message to Zong San while you and I were away."

He took the tiger skin and gritted his teeth and said: "This traitor will be left to you to find. Remember, I want him alive!"

He wanted to torture the traitor severely and grind him to ashes!

"Yes!"

The Painted Skin Master wanted to say something, but his face suddenly changed, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The scriptures on his body seemed to be burned by fire, and the words began to become blurred.

Oh no, the backlash is coming!

Although this skin was left by him in his previous life, it was extremely evil. Even he could not use its power without cost, unless it was fused with the flesh and became a real flesh and blood skin.

This is why he fought with Brown Three for so long. It seemed to be crushing, but as an eighth-level fairy skin, how could it take so long to fight a sixth-level demon dragon?

He could no longer control the power of the fairy skin. His soul was trembling, and it seemed that there were billions of evil spirits roaring in his mind, making him unable to resist.

"Xiuniang, you have good skills. Go and sew my sister's body. I want her to be like asleep and continue to accompany me..."

"Yes!"

After saying this, the Painted Skin Master flashed and returned to the secret room where he had been in seclusion for many years, and his voice rang in the air.

"No one is allowed to approach this secret room without my call, otherwise, they will be killed without mercy!"

"yes!"

The embroiderer bowed and agreed, but there was a strange color in her eyes.

After a while, she used her ingenious hands to sew up the woman's body. Her face was rosy, and she really looked like she was asleep.

Then she quietly returned to her room and knelt in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

"Master, the Painted Skin Master is in very bad condition. He is most likely seriously injured!"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said: "I also saw it. He hurried back to the secret room to retreat in such a hurry, probably just to heal his wounds."

"Then should we take the opportunity to kill him?"

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, with a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

There is no doubt that now is a golden opportunity to kill the Painted Skin Master, and it would be a pity to miss it, but he is not yet sure how much remaining power the Painted Skin Master has.

He and Xiu Niang alone are not strong enough.

Maybe we should find a way to contact Yue Ling and the others, but I don't know if we will miss the best time.

Just when he was hesitant, something strange happened suddenly in the place where the Painted Skin Master was retreating.

"Embroiderer, come and see me!"

In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang and Xiu Niang looked at each other with a bright light in their eyes.

To be summoned in such a hurry just after retreating, there must be some abnormality happening in the Painted Skin Master, and I'm afraid even he can't suppress it.

"You go first and see how serious his injuries are."

"yes!"

…

The embroiderer took the woman's body and entered the secret room where the painting master had been in seclusion all year round.

As soon as she entered, a strange color flashed in her eyes.

I saw the majestic painting master just now, vomiting blood at the mouth, leaning against the wall, and the fairy light on his body was flickering.

When he saw his sister's body, he only glanced at it for a few times and said immediately.

"I was seriously injured this time and my body was destroyed. I need to seize my body immediately. Now go and help me find a body with a better foundation."

This was also his helpless move. Originally, the most suitable one was his physical body in this life, but now that his physical body was gone, he had to settle for the next best thing and use someone else's physical body to fuse with the immortal skin.

Maybe it's not that effective, but it's useful enough.

If he continues like this, he will soon be unable to control this immortal skin. The terrifying tomb seems to have a magical power attracting it, making this skin want to fly over.

It was he who used secret techniques to forcibly capture him.

"Yes, slave, I obey!"

The embroiderer resigned, but there was an indescribable excitement in her heart.

"Seize the body?"

In the secret room, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed when he heard these two words.

The Painted Skin Master must not be allowed to succeed in seizing the body, otherwise once he gets over this difficulty, I am afraid there will be no chance to kill him again in the future.

The whole Daqian will suffer accordingly.

In addition, the word "seize one's body" also made a bold and crazy idea appear in his mind.

At that time, Yun Niang wanted to seize him, but in the sea of ​​consciousness, the power of the visualization diagram was added to him, allowing him to transform into Zhong Kui and kill Yun Niang.

Now he has the visualization diagram of Wang Lingguan in his consciousness, and he has accumulated a lot of incense beliefs. Soon, he will even be able to give Lingguan Baobao.

With the power of the visualization map at this time, it should be enough to kill the painting master!

What if he uses himself as bait to lure him away?

This plan is very bold and dangerous, but the chance of success seems to be high.

When he revealed this plan, Xiu Niang was shocked and said: "Master, although your soul is protected by the Eye of Heaven, the cultivation level of the Painted Skin Master is far superior to yours after all. Isn't it too risky to do this?"

"How about delaying it a little longer and wait until he is more seriously injured before taking action?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said: "We can't delay it any longer. With his vigilance and sense of smell, once you delay deliberately, he will immediately notice that something is wrong and guess that the traitor is you. He will either kill you or escape first."

"No matter what happens, it's not a good outcome."

He took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

"That's it. You go and report to the Painted Skin Master. I believe you know better than me what to say."

"yes!"

Although Xiu Niang was worried, she would never disobey Zhang Jiuyang's order and could only do it.

In the room, he paced back and forth, his heart beating slightly faster.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous, but after thinking about it, this was the most likely way to succeed.

By the way, tell yourself a fortune.

He sat down cross-legged, took out a few copper coins, and used the six-yao hexagram technique to calculate good or bad luck.

However, the next moment, all those copper coins broke into pieces.

"Brother Ninth, why don't we just forget it."

Ah Li advised in the dark: "This hexagram is too fierce and unlucky!"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said: "What do you know? This is called broken peace and good luck."

Ah Li: [_?]

He put away the copper coins with a fierce glint in his eyes.

Done!

Painted Skin Master, today...either you die or I die.

Come and bet your life!