The God and Buddha are actually me

"The sword pavilion has arrived!"

Above the clouds, Qingluan was hovering in the air, sticking out his tongue from exhaustion.

After a three-day and three-night flight with four people on board, it had tried its best. Although it always complained that Zhang Jiuyang was squeezing it on the surface, it would not be lazy in performing its duties.

"arrive?"

Yue Ling looked around and saw that this place was just an ordinary sea area, no different from the ones he had seen along the way.

If we really want to say there is a difference, it is that the spiritual energy here will be slightly more abundant, but it is not an exaggeration. There is no feeling of a paradise at all.

There isn't even an island around.

Could it be that there is a clever formation?

Yue Ling opened the golden vertical pupils between his eyebrows and shot out streaks of golden light, but did not find any trace of the formation.

She glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and found that he was also looking around with his heavenly eyes, and shook his head slightly at her.

This made Yue Ling even more surprised. Couldn't even Zhang Jiuyang's eyes see something fishy?

She knew that although Zhang Jiuyang was not as good as her in cultivation, the flaming eye between his eyebrows was even more magical than her golden pupils.

If he couldn't figure it out, it's no wonder that Qin Tianjian has been secretly investigating the whereabouts of Jiange for so many years, but has found nothing.

Pei Qianhuo smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"Brother Zhang, it seems there are things you can't understand."

Zhang Jiuyang didn't speak, he just closed his eyes and felt it silently. Soon his heart moved and he looked toward the southeast seawater.

"Is that there?"

The smile on Pei Qianhuo's face suddenly stiffened.

"Brother Zhang, how did you find it? Under the Tongtian Sword Formation, unless you are a powerful person in the seventh realm, it is impossible to detect the whereabouts of our sword pavilion."

"As long as it is a sword, it has the meaning of the sword."

"Although I can't see it with my heavenly eyes, there is a very terrifying sword intent vaguely present in that place. I think, since it is a sword pavilion, there must be a few handed down divine swords."

"How many handles?"

Pei Qianhuo laughed loudly and said, "Brother Zhang, just be optimistic. You may never see the next scene again."

As he spoke, he whistled, and the Golden Rainbow Sword Pill flew out of his mouth and shot into the southeastern sea, just like a key being inserted into a lock.

Then, a magical scene happened.

The sea water was suddenly split into two, and the sword energy like a flood rose into the sky, and the surrounding void was torn apart by the sword energy.

It was not just the void that was torn apart, but also the rules between heaven and earth.

Qingluan suddenly screamed and fell into the water. It found that it seemed that it had forgotten how to fly. No matter how it vibrated its wings, it could not fly at all.

Zhang Jiuyang was also shocked, because his Thirteen Shape Escape and Sword Escape techniques seemed to have lost their effect at this moment, and his body fell from the air.

It was as if the universe, sun and moon were all turned upside down, there was turbulence between heaven and earth, and any magical powers would be ineffective.

A hand tightened its grip on him.

Yue Ling stepped on the golden flames, and the golden crown that bound her hair was shattered. Three thousand green hairs danced wildly, and thunder and flames seemed to be burning in her pupils.

She was the only one who could still hold on in this collapsing world, as if she had truly become a jade pillar holding up the sea.

But there was also a trace of pain on her face, and it was obvious that she was not relaxed.

Er Pei had already entered the sea and sent a message: "Don't worry, you two, just enter the sea."

Yue Ling did not put away her magic power immediately, but quietly observed the surroundings. After confirming that there was no danger, she held Nervous Jiuyang's hand, and the two fell into the sea together.

In an instant, the sword energy disappeared again and calm returned.

…

Back then, Zhang Jiuyang went into the water to retrieve Yun Niang's body, holding water drops in his mouth, but he narrowly escaped death and almost suffocated under the water.

But with his current level of cultivation, he no longer needs to avoid water beads, or even recite the Water Avoidance Technique. The Pure Yang Golden Pill circulates in the body to form an inner circumference, and the true energy is endless, even if he stays underwater. It's fine for a few days and nights.

He felt a force dragging him down, and the surrounding area became darker and darker, as if all the light was being swallowed up. Even if he opened his eyes, his vision was greatly restricted.

But he was very calm in his heart. He held hands with Yue Ling and fell down together.

He didn't know how long he had been falling, but even time seemed to be affected to some extent here. He felt that light began to appear around him again.

When his body sank to a certain critical point, his eyes suddenly brightened up, and what was even more magical was...

He surfaced.

Yes, after sinking to the bottom of the sea for a long time, he suddenly surfaced, breathed fresh air again, and saw the golden sunshine.

It's like entering another world.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were instantly attracted by something in the distance. His pupils trembled, and he couldn't calm down for a long time while looking at the shocking scene.

Even Yue Ling was slightly absent-minded.

It was a mountain, but its towering mountain was covered with swords. From a distance, it looked like a mountain of swords condensed into swords.

Each sword is a well-deserved legendary sword. Although it is inserted into the mountain, the sword energy that escapes is amazingly powerful.

The colorful sword light surged, dyeing half of the sky into rainbow light, like a dream.

Every sword there was as good as Er Pei's Shao Guang and Jin Hong, and there were even many swords that made Zhang Jiuyang feel even better than Zhan Xie.

The golden rainbow flew over and was swallowed by Pei Qianhuo.

He smiled proudly and said: "Welcome you two to the sword pavilion. It is the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords. The disciples of the sword pavilion in the past generations will leave their beloved magic swords in this mountain before the deadline comes and prepare to enter Penglai. Over time, it has become a tomb of ten thousand swords. Sword Mountain.”

After a pause, he sighed again.

"I don't know where my golden rainbow will be inserted in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords in the future. I hope it can reach halfway up the mountain."

Only the strongest sword is worthy of being stuck on the top of the mountain.

Zhang Jiuyang's gaze followed the mountain peak and looked towards the top. He wanted to know which sword could defeat so many famous swords and be the top one, overlooking thousands of swords.

You must know that every sword on the Sword Mountain was once the beloved object of a Sword Pavilion disciple.

Among them, there are even powerful swords from the Sixth and Seventh Realms, but without exception, they all stop in front of the mountain top and respect the sword at the top.

The higher his gaze went up, the more pain Zhang Jiuyang's eyes felt. When he saw the sword at the top, even his heavenly eye seemed to be pricked by a needle, and he closed it subconsciously.

But this quick glance had already given him a glimpse of the true face of Mount Lu.

It was a dark, almost petrified magic sword, covered with moss. The sword was several feet high and was wrapped with thick chains.

It seemed that it was not a sword, but a wild beast imprisoned in a cage.

The chain was covered with patina, and there were bloodstains that could not be wiped off. Even after thousands of years of baptism, Zhang Jiuyang could feel a hint of fierceness in the bloodstains.

The blood seemed to have the immortal characteristic of being reborn by dripping blood, but it had no effect when it fell on the sword, and the magical power was broken by the sword's intention.

It indicates that an extremely powerful man of at least the eighth level has fallen under this sword.

"How about that sword, isn't it majestic?"

Pei Qianhuo sighed: "The name of this sword is even more powerful, it's called Zhu Xian!"

Hearing this familiar name, Zhang Jiuyang was shocked, but then he shook his head. Zhu Xianjian is the name in Fengshen Romance. It is one of the three pure magic swords. If it were really alive in this world, let alone the Eight Realms, it would kill The nine realms are probably like killing chickens.

"It is said that this sword once killed a real immortal. I don't know whether it is true or not. Anyway, that's what the old man said."

Yue Ling was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Zhu Xian... is its owner the founder of the Sword Pavilion, the innate sword immortal who fought thousands of rounds with Immortal Master Guigu and finally lost three moves?"

Pei Qingchi nodded and said: "Yes, it is our sect's ancestor, the innate swordsman Bai Yunsheng."

When she talked about this name, there was a hint of reverence in her eyes.

He was the person closest to becoming an immortal in the history of Jiange. It is said that he was an innate sword embryo. He learned swordsmanship at the age of six, and became world-famous in swordsmanship at the age of eight. At the age of nine, he gained enlightenment by observing the swordsmanship of hundreds of schools and became a master.

At that time, there was no one in the world who could guide him in swordsmanship, so he learned from heaven and earth, using mountains, rivers, grass, trees, sun, moon, and rivers as his teachers. It took him six years to suddenly realize the secret technique of Jianwan, and thus laid the foundation for thousands of swords in the sword pavilion. foundation over the years.

Later, he advanced the secret technique of Jianwan to the ultimate level. He was almost invincible among the eight realms. He traveled all over the world in his life and went through more than ten thousand battles. Except for the immortal master Guigu, he never lost a single person.

The sword pavilion has been passed down for thousands of years, and there are so many swordsman wizards, but they are only following the path he opened, and no one can reach his height again.

But unfortunately, even the innate swordsman finally died, and he tasted the second defeat in life, life span.

Naming the sword Zhu Xian is probably a sign of reluctance.

It is not only the "immortal" who kills the immortal masters in the Ghost Valley, but also the "immortal" who kills the immortals in the sky.

Er Pei bowed far away to the sword mountain, and Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling also bowed.

He actually admired these seniors. The reason why these people left the magic swords before their deadline was simply to protect their disciples.

Once the sword pavilion is in trouble, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords will be the enemy's grave.

Even Yue Ling felt a huge pressure when facing the Sword Tomb. Her intuition told her that if she forced her way through, she would definitely perish here!

"Is Penglai nearby?"

Zhang Jiuyang retracted his gaze from the Zhuxian Sword and asked aloud.

"Yes, but Penglai Immortal Island is very special. Its location is not fixed, but will change randomly in this world. If you want to find the Immortal Island, apart from relying on luck, the most reliable way is to use me The magic circle of Jiange."

"Follow me!"

Er Pei took them to the island and entered the sword pavilion.

To Zhang Jiuyang's expectation, although it is a top sect that has been passed down for thousands of years, Jiange is unexpectedly...poor?

The mountain gates on the island are dilapidated, the houses are simple, and there are abandoned farmlands.

Except for the Sword Mountain, there is almost no other prominent place, and it is far inferior to Wanfu Tower in terms of grandeur.

"If I remember correctly... it should be this magic circle."

Pei Ganhuo looked around and finally found a dry well full of cobwebs, with clothes hanging to dry and various sundries piled next to it.

With a gentle blow, dust was everywhere.

It was pitch black down the well, seemingly bottomless.

"This is it, jump in."

Pei Qianhuo jumped into the well without hesitation. Pei Qingchi looked back at Zhang Jiuyang and suddenly said: "Brother Zhang, no matter what the master says later, you must stay calm. It's best not to fight."

"Otherwise Master... might really kill you."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said, "Don't worry, I understand."

She was still a little worried, and after a moment of hesitation, she said, "Master has a very strange temper. Brother Zhang, if Master insists on killing you, just say..."

She glanced at Yue Ling and whispered, "Just say I like you, and I believe Master will hold back."

"Sister Yue..."

She was interrupted by Yue Ling before she finished her words.

"It's just a stopgap measure. Don't worry, we are children of the rivers and lakes, and we don't have to be so particular about details."

Pei Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief and turned to jump into the well.

Zhang Jiuyang was about to jump in, but heard Yue Ling say something carelessly.

"This little girl is quite concerned about you."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt a chill in his heart, as if a thorn was on his back, and his scalp was numb.

"No, she is so young, no matter what I do, I won't-"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"Let's go, I'll jump first and help you explore the way."

Yue Ling glanced at him, smiled faintly, and then jumped into the well.

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and smiled bitterly. It was already this late, and you were still joking with me.

He immediately jumped into the well, and suddenly felt like he was sinking into the sea. The space around him seemed to have changed in some way, and the dark well seemed to be endless.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a light in front of him, and he was at a certain place.

"How dare you, who told you to bring outsiders here?"

"What a joke!"

"Good fellow, two of you?"

Before he could react, a roar sounded, like thunder, and the powerful magic power made his mind slightly confused.

Then, he saw a ragged old man.

The old man had untied white hair and a vigorous face. He sat barefoot on the ground, cursing while gnawing at the roasted meat in his hand.

From a distance, he could smell the rich aroma of meat.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were fixed on the white bones on the ground. It seemed to be the spine of a snake, with a very long body and broken bones everywhere.

Instantly, his heart was shaken, and his pupils were red with anger.

"Have you ever seen a white dragon?"

He asked word by word.

"White dragon? Of course I have."

"Where is she?"

The old man glanced at Zhang Jiuyang, sneered, spit out a bone, and raised the greasy barbecue in his hand.

"Dead, in my stomach."

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