The God and Buddha are actually me

"Is he Zhang Jiuyang?"

In the secret room, the Painted Skin Master stared at the handsome man in white clothes, looking up and down, with a strange color in his eyes.

It only took a cursory glance to realize how extraordinary this man was.

At a young age, he is already in the critical stage of cultivating great medicine, and the exercises he practices are pure and broad, his spirit is complete and his energy is full, and his foundation is extremely solid.

He originally wanted Xiu Niang to find a basic physical body to transition to, but unexpectedly, she brought a top-notch physical cauldron so quickly!

Such an outstanding foundation is really rare even in a lantern, and it is by no means inferior to the direct descendants of those big sects.

"Reporting to my lord, he is the one who stole the white tiger's skin. This person was very clever and made me give up the skin. Finally, I used the magic of enchantment to capture him!"

The Painted Skin Master was even more surprised when he heard this. Xiu Niang was a fourth-level practitioner, and she was also one of the best among them. However, she could be pushed to such an extent by a third-level practitioner, which showed how strong her foundation was.

He was overjoyed, God was really helping me!

With this body, combined with this immortal skin, his future achievements will definitely far exceed those in his previous life!

"My Lord, this person actually has another identity, which you should be very interested in."

"What identity?"

"He is Yama's disciple, and he is also Yama's secret agent in Qin Tian Prison!"

In an instant, the painting owner's eyes shone brightly, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang as if he were looking at a treasure.

"Are you Yama's disciple?"

"yes."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were a little dull, he pretended to look at Xiu Niang infatuatedly, and replied.

"What is Yama's true identity?"

"I don't know, Master always wears a mask and never takes it off."

The Painted Skin Master nodded, not surprised by this, after all, he himself behaved in the same way.

"Then did he teach you any spells?"

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang's skin immediately glowed with a bronze luster and looked extremely strong.

The Painted Skin owner was refreshed, it was indeed the golden body art!

Last time, Yama almost beat him to death with the power of his golden body. He had a particularly deep memory of this spell. Although this person was still weak in using it, he was indeed from the same sect.

"Haha, good, very good!"

The owner of the painting laughed loudly, with a look of joy in his eyes.

"Yam Luo, Yama Luo, thank you for all your hard work in training such an outstanding apprentice, but in the end you took advantage of me!"

"When I take away your disciple's body, I will respect my master..."

He bit the last few words very hard, with murderous intent and full of hatred.

"Ms. Xiu, you have made a great contribution this time!"

"After I succeed in seizing the body, I will teach you the art of skin painting."

Excited, he looked at Xiu Niang and drew a big cake.

The embroiderer didn't think so in her heart, but she quickly pretended to be grateful and excited.

The Painted Skin Master nodded and said, "Let him relax, open the spiritual platform, and don't be wary."

"yes!"

The embroiderer was a little nervous when she heard this. She glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and said: "Relax your mind, it is your honor to be taken away by the Lord."

Zhang Jiuyang pretended to be obsessed and sat down cross-legged.

In fact, he was secretly looking at the painting owner with his peripheral vision.

This was the first time that he stood in front of the painting master as Zhang Jiuyang, but it should also be the last time.

Let's put an end to all this.

The Painted Skin Master also sat down cross-legged, making seals with his hands, and was about to escape from his soul, but suddenly there was an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.

His movements paused slightly.

"Lord, what's wrong?"

The embroiderer asked.

The Painted Skin Master let out a light sigh and stretched out his hand to calculate with his fingers. However, due to the chaos of the heavens and the fact that he was seriously injured and in poor condition, it was impossible to calculate anything at all.

puff!

After this delay, blood came out of the mouth again. The side effects of the fairy skin were getting worse and worse, and there was no need to delay any longer.

The owner of the painting's skin flashed with a fierce look in his eyes.

The soul is out of body!

The next moment, a hazy figure flew out from his body, flowing with a faint luster, and escaped into Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a black energy visible to the naked eye enveloped Zhang Jiuyang, becoming increasingly dense and spreading to his entire body.

Xiu Niang became nervous and stared at Zhang Jiuyang.

Under the spell of ecstasy, Zhang Jiuyang was everything to her, even more fanatical than her previous worship of the Painted Skin Master. If Zhang Jiuyang died, she would not be able to live anymore.

"Master, you must win..."

…

Yangzhou City.

Yue Ling and others have returned, but after searching the whole city, Zhang Jiuyang was nowhere to be found.

The plan to bloodbath Yangzhou Painted Skin went very smoothly. Logically speaking, Zhang Jiuyang should have returned to the Shen Mansion, but no one in the Shen Mansion had seen him.

Moreover, I learned from the servants that there seemed to be a lot of commotion where Zhang Jiuyang lived not long ago.

"Three sides of the wall collapsed, and there were traces of thunder and flames on the ground. He started fighting with others."

Yue Ling inspected the remaining traces of the battle with a solemn expression.

Zhuge Yunhu coughed up blood and said, "It seems that Xiaojiu was defeated by that person and must have been captured."

Yue Ling clenched her fists, her lips were bitten and she said nothing.

Ao Li, the dragon girl, soared into the sky and was still patrolling the city, trying to find any clues, but to no avail.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have disappeared from the world, and there was no news.

Zhuge Yunhu saw her absent-minded and self-blaming look, sighed and said: "Longhu, go and heal your wounds first, you are also seriously injured this time."

Yue Ling just shook her head and said lightly: "Jianzheng, you go and rest first, I still have to continue looking for him."

After a pause, she said word by word, very firmly: "No matter what, I will find him, alive or dead..."

She paused and subconsciously whispered a lot.

"Dead or dead."

…

The soul of the Painted Skin Master entered Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness and saw the soul deep in the purple mansion. He sneered and rushed towards the other party.

A mere third realm was not taken seriously by him, not to mention that the other party had been controlled by the embroiderer's soul-bewitching technique and would never resist at all.

However, just when he was about to seize the body, the other party suddenly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of bright, sharp, and clear eyes like snow. Where was there any turbidity and dullness?

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and said, "Finally we meet, Master Painted Skin."

The next moment, countless flames surged, and the red-gold flames blocked the Master Painted Skin like a pass, surrounding him.

A sun appeared in the sky of the sea of ​​consciousness.

No, it was not the sun, but an eye, a golden eye burning with blazing flames, like the sun!

The Master Painted Skin was shocked and looked at the eye in disbelief.

"Heavenly Eye!"

"How is this possible?"

He couldn't help but be shocked. In his previous life, he was an eighth-level corpse immortal, but he still couldn't open the Heavenly Eye. This kind of magical power requires fate and destiny.

But even if a person is gifted, he must be at least in the seventh level to reach the threshold of the Heavenly Eye.

This Zhang Jiuyang is obviously only in the third level, how could he have a Heavenly Eye?

But the facts are in front of him, and he can't help but believe it.

"Since you have opened your heavenly eyes, your soul is definitely not something that Xiu Niang can shake. Her spell of bewitching souls must have backfired. It turns out that the traitor is her!"

The Painted Skin Master is indeed a thoughtful old fox. He figured out the cause and effect in an instant.

Behind the flames, Zhang Jiuyang's figure seemed a little hazy, and it was hard to tell whether he was real or fake, but his voice was unusually loud.

"Yes, Xiu Niang is my slave now, Zong San was also tricked by me, and even your sister... was killed by me."

The Painted Skin Master's eyes became more and more vicious. He stared at the figure behind the flames and said, "What a deep calculation, boy, you are more sinister and vicious than your master!"

"Yan Luo, you really have an outstanding disciple, but..."

He smiled coldly and said, "Do you really think that you can protect your soul and defeat me in the possession of the body by relying on the divine power of the sky eye?"

"Today, I will teach you a good lesson on behalf of your master. Remember, what is the height of the sky and the depth of the earth!"

The next moment, he resolutely rushed towards the sea of ​​fire, with a bright luster flowing on his soul, like the condensation of moonlight, and a gloomy wind visible to the naked eye rippling around his body.

Pure Yin Soul!

The Yang God of the eighth realm is a pure Yang soul, while the Corpse Reincarnation Immortal is a pure Yin soul. Wherever they go, it is extremely Yin and cold, even causing Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness to produce strange phenomena, and snowflakes fell.

The fire was immediately curbed.

Of course, the Painted Skin Master did not do it without a price. There was also a look of pain in his eyes. He stepped into the sea of ​​fire forcefully, and the pure Yin energy in his soul was constantly consumed.

But he knew that as long as he persisted, it would all be worth it!

Although the Heavenly Eye surprised him, it was also a huge surprise.

As long as he took over Zhang Jiuyang's body, the Heavenly Eye would be his. Such a body with infinite potential is really his greatest opportunity in this life!

One step, two steps, three steps...

I don't know how long he walked, the copper wall and iron wall condensed by the flames was broken by him, and the fire that rushed to the sky was even more sluggish to the extreme, and it could no longer hurt him.

"Zhang Jiuyang, your death date--"

His excited voice stopped abruptly, his pupils condensed, and he looked at the tall figure in front of him incredulously.

Red face, curly beard, golden armor and red robe, three eyes glaring, holding a golden whip, stepping on the wind and fire wheel, his body several feet high stood like a mountain in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The first general of the innate, the loyal guardian of the Three Five Fire Train King, the mighty spirit of the Heavenly Lord!

Mighty and selfless, brave and powerful, see through the details between heaven and earth, punish evil and promote good in the ten directions!

The raging firepower like the sun descending to the world made the Painted Skin Master of the pure yin soul tremble with fear, as if he had met a natural enemy.

Is it an illusion?

No, it seems to be real...

This is definitely a god, but he has never seen a god with such appearance and momentum, wait, it seems that he has seen it somewhere... It's Yama!

Yama once performed a kind of Dao protection technique, and the phantom of this god appeared behind him.

But at that time he just felt that it was a bit magical and didn't take it to heart. However, when he saw this god up close, he realized that he was wrong.

The phantom of the god condensed by Yan Luo, the pressure is not even a tenth of what it is now!

"Demon, die!"

A loud shout, like thunder shaking the sky, full of unparalleled masculine righteousness, the god came on the wind and fire wheel, three eyes like the sun in the sky, illuminating all the sins on his body.

The golden whip smashed down, like a nine-story tower falling into the world, flashing dazzling golden light.

The soul of the Painted Skin Master trembled, in front of this giant, he felt like he became as small as an ant, especially when he was illuminated by the god's golden eyes, it was as if he had been doomed, death was hanging, and even his soul became obscure.

Escape!

He tried to escape, but the wind and fire wheel under the feet of the god was extremely powerful, faster than lightning, and the golden whip fell on him in an instant.

Boom!

Under the whip, the whole sea of ​​consciousness was shaking, the Painted Skin Master screamed, and his body was directly turned into powder.

The next moment, he appeared again, but his soul became a little fainter, not as bright as before.

What frightened him most was that some memories in his mind began to become blurred.

It felt like someone took a knife and cut off a piece of his soul, and it could never be filled again.

Boom!

Another golden whip smashed down, surrounded by blazing sky fire, with great momentum and unparalleled power.

"Zhang Jiuyang, let's see who will die!!!"

After all, the Painted Skin Master was an evil spirit who had been roaming for many years. He was a corpse-reincarnated immortal in the past. He did not sit and wait for death, but with a fierce look in his eyes, he forcibly overcame his fear of the god and resolutely killed him!

For a moment, thunder rolled in the sea of ​​consciousness, black air surged, cold wind whistled, and flames filled the sky!

Zhang Jiuyang transformed into Wang Lingguan, with unparalleled power. Every blow seemed to be a stone-shattering shock, with the power to move mountains and overturn rivers and seas.

Although the Painted Skin Master was at a disadvantage, between life and death, he was forced to use all the potential of the Eight Realms Corpse Reincarnation Immortal, and his magical powers emerged in an endless stream, which made people dazzled.

He even had an epiphany in the battle, and had a deeper understanding of his own Painted Skin Way, and vaguely saw a way to the sky.

But unfortunately, he needed to survive first.

The two fought in the sea of ​​consciousness. At first, the Painted Skin Master could still hold on, but gradually fell into the disadvantage, like a small boat in a storm.

His soul was smashed again and again by the terrible golden whip, becoming more and more transparent, and the pure yin energy became less and less.

Sometimes, he subconsciously wanted to use a certain spell, but his mind was blank and he forgot how to use that spell.

Boom!

Zhang Jiuyang smashed his soul again. This time, after a long time, the Painted Skin Master slowly reappeared. His soul was almost transparent and looked very thin.

The pure yin energy was almost exhausted. If he was killed again, his soul would be completely scattered.

Fear finally appeared in the eyes of the Painted Skin Master.

"You can't kill me!"

"Let me go, kill me, you will definitely die!"

His mind seemed to be a little confused, shouting and continuing to try to escape.

But Zhang Jiuyang would never let the tiger go back to the mountain. He put away the golden whip, and his eyes shot out thunders, smashing the limbs of the Painted Skin Master.

Plop!

He fell down, crawling on the ground like a maggot, looking very embarrassed, just like his sister who had been cut off by him.

Even so, he still had a tenacious desire to survive and wanted to escape.

A foot stepped on his body, freezing his body.

The god in golden armor and red robe disappeared, and turned into Zhang Jiuyang again, with white clothes as white as snow, graceful and elegant, but his eyes were as cold as a knife, and the sky eye between his eyebrows was shining.

"You can't kill me, I come from--"

The voice of the Painted Skin Master suddenly paused, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Where did I come from?

Why did I even forget myself?

Zhang Jiuyang ignored his crazy words, and a knife appeared in his hand. Without any hesitation, he stabbed his neck fiercely and beheaded him.

Raising his head, the eyes of the Painted Skin Master were still blinking, staring at Zhang Jiuyang, with extremely resentful eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled coldly, and continued to cut his face with a knife, peeling it off inch by inch, causing the Painted Skin Master to scream in pain and his face twisted.

His soul was torn into pieces with a snap, and his soul was about to turn into dust.

"Who... who are you?"

Before he died, the Painted Skin Master asked the last unwilling question. In fact, he already had a guess in his heart, but he was not sure.

Zhang Jiuyang looked down at him coldly, his pupils turned red little by little, his evil spirit gathered, and the sky fire protected him.

"I said I would peel your skin with my own hands."

The majestic and domineering ventriloquy that shocked people like thunder made the Painted Skin Master's pupils tremble.

He opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, his soul completely turned into ashes and dissipated.

A generation of corpse-reincarnating immortals reincarnated, the eighth Heavenly Stem Painted Skin Master of Huangquan, fell!

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