The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang's sword tip was against Kunlun Sanren's neck, his eyes were murderous.

He was not a good-tempered person. On the contrary, the departure of the Dragon Girl and the entanglement of these casual cultivators like flies made him quite angry.

I have already warned him once, so why not just kill him?

Still fishing in the clouds to teach me a lesson?

In other words, they bullied him because he was not famous and was a rookie in the cultivation world. If it was Yan Luo who was here today, I guarantee that these people would not even dare to watch the show.

"Don't pretend like this in your next life."

Zhang Jiuyang shook the long sword in his hand and was ready to take off the other party's head without any hesitation, as if the person under the sword was not a famous person in the martial arts world, but a weed on the roadside.

But at this moment, he frowned slightly and turned his head to look behind him.

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, if you put down your butcher knife, you will become a Buddha right away. Why don't you give others a chance to reform?"

A figure appeared. It was a middle-aged monk wearing a yellow monk's robe, straw sandals, and a square face. He bowed to Zhang Jiuyang.

"I am Kong Xuan from Baiyun Temple. My master is the first monk Tongji of the Demon Subduing Institute. I wonder if Mr. Zhang can give me a favor and let me take him back to Baiyun Temple to practice in seclusion, so as to resolve the anger in his heart."

"In this way, it can be regarded as a merit of Mr. Zhang."

Monk Kong Xuan's words were sincere and did not seem aggressive, but what he said made Zhang Jiuyang laugh.

If you are really kind, why didn't you take action when someone was trying to steal the sword just now, but waited until he was ready to kill someone before coming to do good?

And with just a few words, you want to snatch away a top master among the casual cultivators and send him back to Baiyun Temple to be a thug?

"Master, you are right. I will give you the person right now."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly smiled, and that smile gave Kong Xuan an ominous premonition.

The sword flashed, and the Devil-Slaying Sword instantly passed over Kunlun Sanren's neck, and the sword energy shattered his soul into pieces.

"You——"

Before Monk Kong Xuan could speak, Zhang Jiuyang kicked Kunlun Sanren's body to him.

Kong Xuan subconsciously reached out to take it, but his face changed as soon as he touched the body. The force wrapped around the body was like thunder and lightning, and there was also flames and sword energy, which was extremely masculine and domineering.

Bang!

Kong Xuan's arm shook and he stepped back a few steps. The body was directly blown into meat paste under the stalemate of the two forces, and his body was covered with blood.

"The monk is so cruel that he doesn't even leave a complete body for others?"

Zhang Jiuyang stepped forward with a sword, and locked him with a red mark on his forehead. Although he didn't open his eyes, he had murderous intent.

Kong Xuan's heart trembled, and he said, "Amitabha, the donor has such a strong murderous intention!"

"Haha, do you also want to take me to Baiyun Temple for some meditation?"

Zhang Jiuyang took another step forward, holding a sword in one hand and a thunder and fire talisman in the other, and was considering whether to kill this monk.

In fact, if he hadn't considered that it would cause trouble for Yue Ling and the Shen family, he would have done it long ago.

When watching Journey to the West, the most annoying thing is that every time the Great Sage wants to swing his stick to kill the monster, there are always gods and Buddhas who come to intercede, and then take away the monster that is causing trouble in a casual way, saying that they will punish it.

Three cups of punishment for yourself?

The other person has a powerful background, and the Great Sage can do nothing about it, but Zhang Jiuyang will not indulge this monk named Kong Xuan. Although Baiyun Temple is powerful, he has also destroyed Wanfu Tower, which belongs to the same top sect.

As long as you are still in the fourth realm, he dares to kill anyone.

Kong Xuan had already felt the real murderous intent. As a bystander, he could not see clearly before, but when he faced Zhang Jiuyang, he realized how terrible the man in front of him was.

In broad daylight, in public, he seemed to really dare to do it?

Kong Xuan knew that he had met a ruthless person. For a moment, his heart was covered with dust, and he kept warning, and his whole body was tense.

Just asking him to apologize and give in would not be a face-saving move, and it would also damage the reputation of Baiyun Temple.

If he did not give in, the other party seemed to really dare to kill!

In recent years, relying on the reputation of Baiyun Temple and his master, plus the strength of the fourth realm, he was sought after by thousands of people wherever he went, and respected as a master. He never thought that someone would be so disrespectful to Baiyun Temple.

Just when he was in a dilemma, several voices suddenly sounded.

"Uncle Master, the demon is powerful, we will help you!"

"Master, let's set up the formation!"

"Vajra Demon Subduing Formation!"

The young disciples he brought with him were filled with righteous indignation, and they were really fearless, and they actually attacked Zhang Jiuyang directly.

Damn!

Kong Xuan was shocked, it would be fine if he didn't attack, but once he did, there would be no turning back.

Zhang Jiuyang himself was powerful enough, and the Ming Wang behind him was even more prosperous, and his prestige was catching up with his master Tongji Divine Monk.

Facing the young figures holding sticks and killing him, Zhang Jiuyang didn't even look at them, and even put the Demon-Slaying Sword back into the sheath.

If he had to draw his sword to deal with any cat or dog, it would be too much of an exaggeration.

Zhang Jiuyang took out the jade flute from his waist, stroked the warm flute body, and a trace of disappointment appeared in his eyes.

In the eyes of those young monks, they thought he had revealed a flaw, and they were very excited, and the golden light flowed on the stick, and he came with a fierce momentum.

But the next moment, the sound of the flute rang out, it was the "Chaotic Sea" that he rarely played.

The sound of the flute was loud and stirring, like a raging sea. In an instant, those young monks seemed to be in a vast ocean, and the magic power in their bodies seemed to be running around like a demon.

The most terrifying thing is that their emotions were also stirred up in this song "Chaos Sea", especially lust. These monks obviously did not have enough cultivation. Their faces flushed, their eyes were blurred, and they even said a lot of dirty words.

"Demon, stop it!"

Kong Xuan was furious. If this continued, Baiyun Temple would probably become a joke.

He came to the disciples, pressed their acupuncture points, and then sat cross-legged, chanting Buddhist scriptures, his voice was loud and loud, like Sanskrit, trying to compete with Zhang Jiuyang.

However, the sound of the flute was like a storm, one wave higher than the other, vast and endless.

At first, Kong Xuan's Sanskrit sound could still fight against it, but as time went on, the flute sound became louder and louder, and the Sanskrit sound became weaker and weaker.

Kong Xuan's face was like gold foil, and he pushed his magic power to the extreme. He also used a wooden fish magic weapon to help, but it was also ineffective.

He was extremely shocked. Where did this Zhang Jiuyang who suddenly appeared come from? How could he be so powerful?

Little did he know that Zhang Jiuyang was also a little surprised.

As expected of the disciple of the head of the Demon Subduing Academy of Baiyun Temple, he had a solid foundation and could hold on for so long. His overall strength was even higher than that of Kunlun Sanren.

Time passed slowly. Just when Kong Xuan was halfway through playing the song "Chaotic Sea", his body was trembling slightly and was about to collapse, a whistle suddenly sounded in the distance.

The sound was extremely powerful, clear and loud, like the sound of a sword.

It was as if the swordsman's move of flying fairy from the sky was inserted into his music with a stroke of genius, without any sense of disobedience, and it was free and happy, and it was full of vigor!

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

This was the first time today. Whether it was Kunlun Sanren or Monk Kong Xuan, they only made him feel some pressure, but this sense of crisis with a sharp edge on the side was the first time.

He opened his eyes while playing.

His sight went beyond Yangzhou City and he saw the boat on Dongyang Lake. On it was a middle-aged man in tattered clothes, carrying a wine gourd, and a little girl carrying a sword box.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man who was whistling on the boat.

The other party clearly did not have a sword, but under his eyes, he saw a unique and sharp divine sword!

The sword energy was so strong that even the sword that slashed ghosts with the aura of white rainbow piercing the sun was much inferior.

That sword was that man.

He did not need to wear a sword, because he himself was a divine sword.

Even the little girl had a similar temperament, but her cultivation was obviously not good enough, she was just a sword embryo, unlike the middle-aged man, who had already mastered the divine sword and showed a peerless edge.

Such amazing sword energy made Zhang Jiuyang's mind flash a name instantly.

Donghai Sword Pavilion!

But Old Nie once said that the Sword Pavilion was passed down from generation to generation, and only one disciple would go down the mountain to walk, so how could two of them come at once?

Before he could think about it, the whistling sound started again, and it was even more powerful. Zhang Jiuyang seemed to hear thousands of swords clanging at the same time, and even his sword that killed ghosts was shaking in its sheath.

For a moment, even the sound of the flute was suppressed.

Zhang Jiuyang was delighted to see the prey. Finally, a worthy opponent came. Every generation of Sword Pavilion disciples was a brilliant person. They would leave all kinds of legends of sword immortals in the world and finally retreat in the vast East China Sea.

He was naturally looking forward to fighting with the legendary Sword Pavilion disciples.

The pure Yang Jindan shone brightly, and even made the depths of his eyes flow with strands of golden light. The pure Yang Qi penetrated the whole body, causing the sound of the flute to soar suddenly.

Even the bystanders who he did not deliberately target were affected. They closed their ears and used their power to resist.

The middle-aged man's eyes also showed excitement, and he whistled out sword energy, causing the originally calm Dongyang Lake to explode with huge waves, as if the world's largest lake was accompanying him.

The cold-tempered little girl on the boat covered her ears, and a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes.

Who could fight with the senior brother for so long without a clear winner?

Xiao and Xiao, Sijing Chunyang and the heir of Jian Ge, fought in the air like this, like a chess match, a general meeting a good talent, and it was hard to tell who was better.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

They fought fiercely, and the disciples of Baiyun Temple vomited blood and fainted directly, and even Kong Xuan was pale and sweating.

He could no longer recite the scriptures and could only barely protect himself in the confrontation between the two masters.

As for those onlookers in the distance, they were also affected. Those with high skills were fine, just a little dizzy and restless, while those with low skills even staggered and fainted, as if they were drunk.

Finally, the song ended and the whistling stopped.

Zhang Jiuyang did not retreat a step, but his long hair fluttered, his white clothes fluttered, and he slowly calmed down after a few breaths.

On the boat in Dongyang Lake, the middle-aged man in disheveled clothes swayed slightly, stretched out his little finger to pick Tao's ear, and then blew away the earwax.

"Brother, you lost!"

The cold voice of the little sister sounded.

"Nonsense, how did I lose?"

The little sister sighed and said, "Brother, have you noticed that our boat is getting lower and lower?"

The middle-aged man lowered his head and saw that the bamboo raft had several big holes in it and was leaking water.

He looked into the distance and seemed to see the golden eyes and fire eyes.

"Good boy, wait for me... Gulu... I will find you again... Gulu Gulu... Bi... Gulu Gulu..."

The cool and beautiful little junior sister had already flown to the shore, touched her forehead slightly, and left quickly in the crowd, as if she didn't want to admit that they knew each other.

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"Amitabha, this time, it was the poor monk who lost. Donor Zhang is so powerful that I am ashamed of myself. Thank you for your mercy!"

There was a look of shame on Kong Xuan's face. When Zhang Jiuyang was competing with the man who made the roar, he truly realized how big the gap was between him and the two of them.

If Zhang Jiuyang had gone all out from the beginning, he and his disciples might not have survived.

This is undoubtedly a wake-up call for him, who has always been conceited.

There is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. It turns out that there are such masters in the four realms.

"The great monk still has some magnanimity, but next time, don't say anything about putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately."

Zhang Jiuyang put away the jade flute and said calmly: "After all, it is easy to put down the butcher knife in your hand, but it is difficult to put down the butcher knife in your heart. If you can't let go of your greed and hatred, how can you talk about saving others?"

Kong Xuan was slightly shocked and remained silent for a long time before saying: "Amitabha, this poor monk has received his teaching!"

He took the injured disciples away. Zhang Jiuyang hesitated for a moment, but still put away his murderous intention.

Today the focus is on establishing prestige and reputation.

The reason why these people dared to come to grab the sword was because they bullied him because he was unknown. They thought they would take advantage of Yue Ling's departure.

But I believe that after today, when the name Zhang Jiuyang is mentioned, many people will think twice before doing anything.

Of course, Zhang Jiuyang's identity involves too many things, so he will inevitably have worries when doing things.

If these monks still don't know how to show appreciation, he will change his identity for fun.

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