The God and Buddha are actually me

The silent night was shattered by a roar, and the night seemed to be torn apart by a spear condensed with flames, leaving a long-lasting tail of flames that fell to the earth like a meteor.

At this moment, both the birds and beasts living in the mountains and forests, and the people living in the city were all startled by the roar.

It was a sound that was sharper and more fiery than thunder, as if a siren sounded across the entire sky, deafening.

Such extreme speed even overwhelmed Yue Ling's armor, which had been tempered for thousands of times, with cracks and charred black after being burned by the flames appearing.

The wind is so fast and lightning is so fast.

But after she flew for a moment, she suddenly stopped. Her slender body trembled slightly, her hands were clenched tightly, and the flames in her pupils were extinguished little by little.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared in those heroic and sharp eyes.

The mark of King Ming disappeared.

This is the tracking and protection technique in King Ming's method. King Ming's brand itself can help people resist some soul damage. In addition, she can find the other person no matter where they are in the world, based on the brand.

Even in the Netherworld, she could vaguely feel a general direction.

There is only one situation in which the Ming King's brand will disappear, and that is when the person who was imprinted with the brand is dead. His body and soul will disappear, and the brand will naturally disappear.

If she can cultivate the King Ming's method to perfection, the mark she plants can even protect the person's soul after death, and she can find it even after reincarnation.

It's a pity that she is only in the sixth realm now, and she is far from having that kind of magical power.

"Zhang Jiuyang...is dead?"

Yue Ling's black hair was flying, and her face, which was originally as white as jade, suddenly changed color, sometimes red, sometimes blue, her body's magic power surged wildly, and her Taoist heart was in disorder.

This is a symptom of becoming obsessed with practicing the Mingwang Dharma.

If other people saw this scene, they would definitely find it incredible that Yue Ling was a genius in his own right, and that he was almost perfectly compatible with King Ming's method. He had never encountered such a situation before.

But Yue Ling is Yue Ling after all.

Although her Taoist mind was disordered and her emotions fluctuated violently, she knew that what she should really do at this moment was to quickly find Zhang Jiuyang.

You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.

Thinking of this, she used amazing perseverance to control the chaotic magic power, spit out a mouthful of blood as hot as lava, gritted her silver teeth, and continued flying towards the north.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will never give up.

Even if Zhang Jiuyang really died, she would personally collect his body and bury him, instead of letting his body be exposed in the wilderness and eaten by wild beasts.

Then... take revenge for it!

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Barren mountains, heavy rain.

The rain washed over the earth, making a crackling sound, and came in an endless stream. The animals in the forest were running around, looking for shelter from the rain.

Lying in the mud was a figure.

The man was facing down, his face invisible, and the white clothes on his body had become tattered, soaked in mud and water, and looked filthy.

The blood dispersed in all directions along the rain.

If it hadn't been for this sudden heavy rain, I'm afraid these blood spirits would have attracted the wild beasts in the mountains.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure floated out from the man.

It was a little girl wearing a red dress, with a pink and jade-like appearance, carrying two swords, flying in the air three inches above the ground, her face was pale.

Cracks kept appearing on Ah Li's ghost body, and they were spreading rapidly, like a broken porcelain doll.

Within the cracks, streaks of black lightning were faintly visible.

At the last moment, she helped Zhang Jiuyang share part of the Yin thunder, but she was also severely injured, and even the possessed Yin puppet turned into powder.

If it weren't for Zhang Jiuyang forcibly pressing her back, and if she already had a temper, she would have been wiped out immediately under that thunder.

"Brother Ninth, Brother Ninth!"

Ah Li's hair automatically grew longer and was tied to Zhang Jiuyang like ropes. Then he tried hard to drag him under a big locust tree to prevent him from being exposed to the heavy rain.

It took her a long time to complete this simple action, and then her soul body was crumbling and the cracks in her body further spread.

No matter how she called, Zhang Jiuyang showed no response and did not appear to be awake at all.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's injuries were too serious. His chest had already been penetrated by a knife, and he suffered a full blow from a real person in the Sixth Realm. It was the Yin Lei method that was famous for its treachery in the "Purple Thunder Heavenly Book".

He withstood 70% to 80% of that sinister thunder.

Ah Li saw that Zhang Jiuyang's body had begun to fester at this moment. The skin and flesh seemed to have malignant sores, rotting and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the blood that flowed out turned blue-black.

What a poisonous thunder method!

Ah Li actually smelled the breath of a curse from this thunder method. The thunder that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was clearly a terrible curse that would gradually corrode and fester a person's internal organs, bones and flesh, and finally turn into a pool of dirty blood!

But just when this yin thunder wanted to invade Zhang Jiuyang's heart, it encountered a force to resist it.

It was a kind of masculine and hot power, extremely pure, like a flame blocking the raging power of Yin thunder, blocking the opponent's destructive momentum.

King Ming’s brand!

The power of King Ming in the brand was fully activated, and Zhang Jiuyang's body was used as the battlefield to engage in a battle with Yin Lei.

The only thing that can withstand the Six Realms is another Six Realms.

The power of Ming Wang consumed a large amount of Yin Lei, which bought Zhang Jiuyang a chance to breathe. Otherwise, he would have turned into a pool of pus and blood in a coma, and his soul would have been scattered.

But when the mark was left, Yue Ling had just entered the sixth realm. Compared with the one-browed immortal who had accumulated for decades, his magic power was still a little worse.

Soon, the pervasive Yin Lei once again took the upper hand, and the power of Ming Wang became less and less.

With a roar, after a stalemate of half an hour, the Ming Wang mark completely dissipated, and it seemed that there was no power to stop the ravages of Yin Lei.

Zhang Jiuyang's body continued to rot and fester, and his breath was faint, and he was on the verge of death.

"Jiu Ge, A Li will not let you die."

"Because A Li knows that the feeling of death is not good."

Little A Li floated over, put away her precious pink double swords, and gently placed them beside Zhang Jiuyang, with a trace of determination in her eyes.

The next moment, she made a seal with her hands, and her hair grew longer and longer, like a series of black snakes, drilling into Zhang Jiuyang's limbs and bones.

Instantly, the Yin thunder rushed towards her body along her hair.

"Brother Jiu, actually, Ah Li has something I have never told you. I can not only cast a curse, but also absorb the curse power of others. Hehe, don't blame Ah Li for holding back. Who told me to be... a child who holds back?"

As she absorbed a large amount of Yin thunder power, the spread of the cracks on her body increased again. In the end, it was even impossible to see the shape of a person, but it was like a sculpture that was constantly drying and breaking.

However, Ah Li did not intend to disappear like this. At the last moment, she lay in the heavy rain like a blessing, using the ground as a coffin and the sky as a cover, and made a handprint of walking in the underworld with both hands.

Without a paper man's body and no way to return to the living, she made a bold move as if she was desperate.

Walking in the underworld, going to the underworld to ask for help, and looking for a way to survive!