The God and Buddha are actually me

In the secret room.

The embroiderer paced back and forth, constantly looking at Zhang Jiuyang, who had his eyes crossed and closed, with a hint of worry and anxiety in his expression.

The competition between souls is the most dangerous. If you are not careful, you will lose everything.

Until now, she still couldn't convince herself, how could a person in the third realm defeat the painting-skin master's soul seizing his body?

Even if the master has the blessing of the eyes of heaven, it is impossible.

It's just that she couldn't disobey Zhang Jiuyang's order, so she could only obey the order, but she was extremely worried and very contradictory.

After some time, she noticed Zhang Jiuyang's eyes trembling slightly.

The winner is decided!

For a moment, she felt like she was facing a formidable enemy. There was a silver needle in her hand, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

If the person who wakes up is the owner of the painted skin instead of the master, then she is prepared to die together and risk her life to avenge her master.

Zhang Jiuyang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes bright and calm, with a hint of smile.

The familiar feeling made the embroiderer happy. The master actually won?

Ah Li flew out of the Yin Doll, stared at Zhang Jiuyang suspiciously, and asked tentatively: "Brother Jiu, do you still remember the three thousand taels of gold you owed me?"

Zhang Jiuyang's face was covered with black lines, and he reached out and hit her hard.

"Nonsense, your butt is itchy again, isn't it?"

Ah Li covered her head, feeling the familiar strength and angle, her eyebrows curved, completely relieved, she threw herself into Zhang Jiuyang's arms, arching her head like a young animal.

"Ah Li knows that Brother Jiu, you haven't married yet, so you won't lose!"

Zhang Jiuyang touched her head, shook his head and smiled.

But then he couldn't laugh anymore, because Ah Li raised her little face and said very seriously: "Brother Jiu, I heard that it is easy to lose your memory in the soul competition. You may have forgotten that those three thousand taels of gold-"

Zhang Jiuyang directly covered her mouth.

The little girl was still struggling and crying out for injustice.

"Ah-li has shed blood for you, Ah-li has fought for you. Brother Jiu, you can't just keep your word and keep it count. That's Ah-li's life money!"

As she spoke, a straw was inserted into her head at some point, and she cried: "I want to sell my body to bury my brother!"

Zhang Jiuyang directly took her into the Yin Doll and attached a Five Thunder Talisman.

The ears are instantly clear.

This little guy started to act erratic again after the enemy.

The embroiderer knelt down devoutly and kowtowed: "Congratulations to the master for killing the Painted Skin Master. From now on, there will be no Painted Skin Master in this world!"

She now admires Zhang Jiuyang more and more. It is not entirely the effect of the enchantment technique. It is actually what Zhang Jiuyang did that deeply shocked her.

"No, the character Painted Skin Master will continue to exist."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice sounded leisurely.

The embroiderer was stunned for a moment, then raised her head, as if she understood something, and said with a smile: "I understand, slave. From now on, the Painted Skin Master's subordinates, power, and the foundation accumulated over the years will all belong to the Master!"

"You are the new painting owner!"

As she spoke, she respectfully presented a dragon tendon that was flowing with light, and said: "Master, this is Zong San's dragon tendon, and it is also its original form. Please accept it, master!"

Zhang Jiuyang stretched out his hand to take it. As soon as he touched it, he felt a strange force pouring into his body. The evil spirit and blood energy were extremely strong, but there was also an indescribable divinity.

Thinking of the man who fished for corpses by Dongyang Lake, he suddenly realized that Zong San had been enshrined by many people over the years, and his body as a red dragon was somewhat tinged with divinity.

There is no doubt that this dragon tendon is extremely precious and priceless, but it is also very evil and cannot be controlled by ordinary people.

Holding it, Zhang Jiuyang faintly heard the sound of dragon roars in his ears, saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and invisible resentment impacted his mind.

Fortunately, he has the eyes of heaven and the fire of heaven protects his soul, so he can remain unmoved.

If it were other monks in the third realm, I am afraid that they would go crazy at this moment and their minds would be in chaos.

"Good baby!"

Zhang Jiuyang temporarily put away the dragon tendon and prepared to find someone to help refine it into a magic weapon if he had the opportunity. However, the dragon tendon was too precious and he had to find a master of weapon refining.

"By the way, where's the fairy skin?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked around and saw that the secret room was empty, and immediately asked.

The owner of the painted skin was originally possessed by the immortal skin. After the soul left the body, the immortal skin should have stayed in the secret room. How could it disappear?

This is the human skin of Zhijie Immortal, which contains part of the power of the eighth realm. For Zhang Jiuyang, it is the biggest trophy this time.

The embroiderer immediately said in panic: "Back to the master, for some unknown reason just now, the human skin suddenly flew away automatically. I couldn't stop it at all. Looking at the direction, it should be at Shenju Mountain."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. Could it be that with the death of the painting skin owner, this fairy skin continued to guard the tomb?

Speaking of which, until now, he didn't know what was in that big tomb.

It's really curious.

After a pause, Zhang Jiuyang asked again: "How long have I been meditating?"

"Master, you have been meditating for a total of seven and a half days."

Seven and a half days?

Zhang Jiuyang was secretly surprised. In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the battle between him and the Painted Skin Master did not last so long, but in reality, almost eight days had passed. This shows how dangerous the battle between the souls is, and even the perception of time is wrong.

"Go and gather all the remaining men of the Painted Skin Master. In addition, compile a roster of the Painted Skins scattered around."

"yes!"

Not long after, the embroiderer summoned all the remaining painted skins. Although many of them died at the hands of Zong San, there were still a group of elites who survived.

There were the embroiderer and two skinners in the fourth realm, and there were dozens of people in the third realm, all of whom were elites trained by the embroiderer.

There were even some young people with shallow cultivation but good qualifications.

These people have been indoctrinated by the master of the painted skin for many years and are very loyal to him, even fanatical and worshipful.

"Greetings, my master!"

A large group of people knelt down, looking at the figure on the high platform with fiery eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang was wearing a black robe and an iron mask, revealing only a scarlet pupil. He had a gloomy and domineering temperament and looked down on others.

He held the nine-section golden scepter of the master of the painted skin in his hand and imitated his voice with ventriloquism.

"I want to break through the realm and become an immortal. I will often go into seclusion in the future. You all should obey the orders of the embroidered lady. After I become an immortal, I will grant you the way to longevity and the supreme method!"

If these words were said by others, I am afraid that even dogs would not believe them, but they had been brainwashed by the Painted Skin Master for many years without any doubt. Instead, they were extremely excited and admired the Painted Skin Master even more.

As for obeying the orders of the embroidered lady, no one would have any objection. After all, the embroidered lady was highly valued by the Painted Skin Master before, and many important things were entrusted to her.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled with satisfaction, he paused, and his voice suddenly became excited.

"But before the seclusion, this seat has to do one thing first."

He looked at them, with a fierce aura in his eyes, looking at those pairs of admiring eyes.

"Zong San has been skinned and his tendons pulled out by me, but the account is not over yet. Three days, I will only give you three days."

"After three days, I want to see Dongyang Lake flowing with blood."

"Kill all of Zong San's men, not one will be spared!"

The domineering and murderous voice shocked everyone, and they didn't know if it was an illusion, they felt that the master had become more domineering and more majestic.

He was really like a demon god, making people worship and follow him to death.

"Kill!!!"

For a while, the crowd was excited, the killing sound shook the sky, and the underground nest was rumbling.

The skinner sharpened his knife, and the other painted skins also had fierce eyes.

A violent storm is about to sweep across the 800-li Dongyang Lake, letting the world know that Dongyang Lake should change its owner.

Although Xiu Niang knew the truth, she was still trembling with excitement, looking at Zhang Jiuyang with great passion.

Even her legs were rubbing slightly, and a blush appeared on her face.

"This operation is called..."

"Dragon Slaying."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice resounded through the world like thunder, and it had already determined the decline of a giant. The power of Dongyang Lake Zong San was destined to become a thing of the past.

And he, who was a substitute for the dead, would become the new Painted Skin Master, in charge of the Painted Skins of the world, dominate the life and death of countless people, and become the new king in the dark night and shadows.

Painted Skin Master, you must have worked hard to cultivate your power over the years.

Don't worry, I will help you train well.

It's hateful that you press gold thread every year to make wedding clothes for others.

Zhang Jiuyang likes this generous gift very much.

...

Shenju Mountain.

After a great battle, this place was in a mess, but if someone observes carefully, they will find that with Shenju Mountain as the center, the surrounding areas have not been damaged at all.

Thunder and fire, swords and spears, will lose their power when they are near Shenju Mountain. It seems that there is an invisible force protecting this tomb.

The Dragon King's Backbone, the Immortal Skin, the Yin-Yang Lake, and the Buddhist Scripture Pagoda, four great heirlooms suppressed this tomb, but after a great battle tonight, the dragon veins dissipated, the Immortal Skin disappeared, and only the last two things remained.

The tomb began to tremble slowly, and the entire Shenju Mountain was shaking slightly. The sky was covered with dark clouds and the black wind was howling.

It seemed that some monster wanted to escape from the tomb.

At the critical moment, the dark fog floated over the Yin-Yang Lake, and a terrifying figure like a demon god appeared in the fog, with two horns on his head and chanting the Wheel of the Holy Scripture.

The pagoda also moved abnormally, and the scriptures engraved on it burst into golden light. The Sanskrit sound suddenly rose between heaven and earth, and a virtual shadow of a Buddha appeared vaguely.

The vibration of the Shenju Mountain Tomb was much smaller in an instant, and the two forces fought and stalemate.

After an unknown period of time, a fairy light escaped from a distance.

The Immortal Skin Returned!

The tomb of the corpse-reincarnated immortal trembled, opened automatically to let the immortal skin enter, and then quickly closed.

In an instant, the stalemate of power was broken. With the addition of the power of the corpse-reincarnated immortal, the tomb of Shenju Mountain suddenly became quiet.

After a while, everything returned to normal, and the phantoms of the demons and Buddhas disappeared. Shenju Mountain became an ordinary mountain again.

A storm seemed to disappear invisibly.

However, in the dark night, a figure took advantage of the confrontation of several forces and quietly slipped out of the tomb and quickly disappeared into the night.

"Master, don't you want to see it in person?"

A cold voice sounded, and then two figures appeared. If Zhang Jiuyang was here, he would be surprised to find that one of them was the fifth heavenly stem Xuansu in Huangquan, and the other... was Tianzun!

Tianzun looked at the figure that quietly slipped away from the tomb quietly, and his voice was indifferent.

"No need, it will come to see me on its own."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand, and something flew out from his palm. On the front was a ghost gate pattern, and on the back was a big word - Gui!

The tenth Huangquan Order!

With a whoosh, the Yellow Spring Order turned into a stream of light and flew into the night sky, exactly in the direction where the figure left earlier.

"Master, the immortal skin has flown back again. Did something happen to the Painted Skin Master?"

Tianzun was silent for a moment and said, "His Yellow Spring Order has not returned to its place. He should still be alive, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Tianzun looked deep and said, "Unless someone forcibly took away and subdued the Yellow Spring Order."

Xuan Su shook her head and said, "How is this possible? The Yellow Spring Order came from there."

After a pause, she said, "Master, although our plan is going on normally, Yama Luo is always an unexpected variable."

"The Yellow Spring Order has its own owner, which was arranged from the beginning. The ninth heavenly stem should be the old ghost, but suddenly a Yama Luo appeared. I suspect he came from those places..."

Tianzun was silent for a moment and said, "Variables... Then take this opportunity to take a look at Yama Luo's background."

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