The God and Buddha are actually me

Mr. Meng looked at Zhang Jiuyang deeply. The young man in front of him had become more and more unfathomable in his heart.

If he could really kill the gods and achieve this unprecedented feat, then perhaps he could really fight his way out of this dark and cold world in the future and bring hope.

Roar!

The battlefield in the distance changed again. A huge figure walked out from the depths of the earth veins. On three huge heads, there were fifty human bone Buddhist beads, skull crowns and one hundred human eye necklaces.

There were dragons and snakes around his waist, white elephants under his feet, and eight arms behind him.

Eight-armed Mahakala, the Tathagata of Killing!

The powerful momentum rushed up into the sky and rushed straight into the Milky Way. The ultimate Dharma image recorded in the "Eight-armed Mahakala Mahakala Sutra" actually appeared in the world.

And it was not just a simple Dharma image, it seemed to be a physical entity, the physical entity that the figure turned into.

In other words, under Miao Shenke's bombardment, the incarnation of Mahakala Buddha had to show his true body to meet this powerful enemy.

If Miao Shenke had not arranged the formation to conceal the qi and fluctuations in advance, I am afraid that all the cultivators in Jizhou would be alarmed at this moment.

"Hahaha, what a killing Tathagata, Eight-armed Black Heaven, it's great!"

Seeing that the opponent was almost not injured under the bombardment of his spells, Miao Shenke was not surprised but happy, his eyes lit up.

He swooshed back to his yang spirit, and his eyes shot out golden thunders, which hit the Eight-armed Mahakala.

This is a kind of Yuanshen secret art, which visualizes the Taichu Leizu worshipped by Taoists, and turns the Yuanshen into golden thunder, which is shot out from the eye holes. It seems to hit the flesh, but in fact it focuses on the Yuanshen.

Miao Shenke has seen that the tortoise shell is frighteningly hard, so he used the secret art of Yuanshen killing.

Facts have proved that his choice is very correct.

Eight-armed Mahakala trembled slightly, obviously affected, and the originally soaring Qi suddenly stopped, just like a volcano that was erupting and suddenly stopped.

"Big! Big! Big!"

Miao Shenke shouted three times in a row, and once again displayed his magical powers of big and small Ruyi.

He had used this magical power before when he fought the two-faced Buddha, but at that time he was just playing around and didn't even use 30% of his strength.

This time it was different. Under the pressure of Eight-armed Mahakala, he urged his magical power that was as deep as the sea and opened fire at full power.

His body rose from the ground and swelled against the wind. In an instant, he became a giant of dozens of feet. His left hand held the Taiyin fist seal, and his right hand held the Taiyang fist seal, like a giant god who could pick stars and moons in ancient legends.

He roared, and his voice penetrated the sky and earth, shaking the rivers and streams. The airflow from his chest turned into a whistling long wind, sweeping in all directions.

He punched Eight-armed Mahakala in the face.

Well, because there are three faces, he hit the ugliest one first.

Boom!

The eight-armed Mahakala trembled violently, and the skull crown on his head burst into 48,000 rays of light, which was obviously a defensive treasure.

But then, the fist surrounded by golden light tore through the defense of the skull crown like an indestructible heavy axe, and hit the ugly head hard.

There was a crisp sound.

A huge crack appeared on the skull crown, and the head was visibly sunken.

This domineering punch seemed to carry the power of the sun, which was extremely strong and yang, and made the seemingly invincible Tathagata lose his divine power!

The power of mortals can also be on par with gods!

This is the great power of cultivating immortals, and it is also the motivation for countless cultivators to work day and night, practice diligently, and persist even if they are walking on thin ice.

Become an immortal!

However, the strength of the Eight-armed Mahakala is by no means ordinary. Although he is only the incarnation of the Buddha, he has reached the highest level of the Nalanda Temple's unique teachings, enough to fight against the Eight Realms.

As expected, the Eight-armed Mahakala waved his arms, and the magic sword, rosary, vajra, trident, hook and other magic weapons in his hands all hit Miao Shenke.

Each one is enough to easily crush a Six Realm Realm, and even the Seven Realm Great Powers will be seriously injured.

A golden lamp flew out of Miao Shenke's Niwan again, shining brightly and illuminating his body.

Body-protecting golden light shield!

Ding! ! !

The golden lamp fluttered, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed that it would go out at any time.

Miao Shenke put away the golden lamp and stepped back a few steps. There was a shallow scar on his pair of indestructible and terrible fists, and a drop of black blood flowed out.

The blood drop rolled on the ground, and it actually made the surrounding grass and trees wither and die, turning it into a barren land.

Each of the magic weapons of the Eight-armed Mahakala actually has extremely terrifying spell power and poison.

Even with Miao Shenke's body protection magic, he was unable to completely block it.

He retreated for the first time. The two met and were injured, and neither of them gained much advantage.

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"The Taoist land immortals against the incarnation of Mahakala Buddha of the Tantric Buddhism are enough to be called the top battle in the world. Who do you think will win in the battle between Buddhism and Taoism?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked.

"If it was just a simple battle between them, then I don't know who will win or lose, but now I can be sure that Mahakala Buddha will definitely lose."

Mr. Meng quickly gave the answer.

"Oh? Why?"

"Because you must have prepared a backhand."

"Smart."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, counted with his fingers, and the time should be about right.

Let me help my senior brother again and take down this so-called incarnation of Buddha!

Buzz!

The Dragon Tiger Overlord Spear in Yue Ling's hand suddenly trembled, as if it felt something calling and wanted to fly out of her hand.

Then, the ground shook, as if thousands of troops were roaring in.

The whole city seemed to be surrounded by a million troops. Although there were no flags or figures, the thundering sound of horse hooves could be clearly heard, as mighty as rolling waves.

"Here we come."

Yue Ling's eyes suddenly became particularly bright and energetic, as if she had penetrated the ancient city walls and saw the red battle flag outside that was like a wave in the night.

There was a big word on the flag that seemed to be written in blood - Yue!

All 200,000 iron cavalry in Jizhou were mobilized!

The ten statues of gods that had been worshipped in the ancient general temple for hundreds of years were all carried out by chariots, and the elders who had been in seclusion for many years all broke through the gates. The old generals were in armor, and although they were gray-haired, they held the Spring and Autumn broadsword, their eyes were like lightning, and they were full of fighting spirit.

Under their command, the well-trained Jizhou cavalry began to arrange themselves in battle formations, with the Qi pulling them, the killing Qi gathering, and condensing into the images of the gods.

The flying general who could shoot through a willow tree at a hundred paces, the dragon gall of a white horse and a silver spear, the overlord who could pull a mountain, the killer with the most evil spirit, the invincible martial saint...

These gods who had left immortal legends in the long river of history reappeared in the world, just like the Ten Heavenly Kings, surrounding the entire city.

The last one to appear was a middle-aged god holding a dragon-tiger overlord spear and a dragon-sparrow saber hanging from his waist. He was wearing golden armor and his face could not be seen clearly, but one could feel the demeanor of a general who was leisurely strolling in the garden despite the thousands of troops.

As still as a mountain.

It seemed that he could block all wind and rain and hold up a piece of the sky.

That was the image of Yue Jingzhong, the god of the Daqian army!

More than 600 years ago, it was he who fought in the south and the north, trampled on the nine states, conquered all the battles, and cleared all obstacles for Taizu Liu Xuanlang, and made an unparalleled contribution.

At that time, the nine states were in flames, and the princes were divided and proclaimed themselves emperors. Yue Jingzhong had set a record of destroying three kingdoms in one day, which was unprecedented and unparalleled.

Later, he, Zhuge Qixing and Taizu were called the Three Heroes of Qianyuan, and created the prosperous Qianyuan era, but the good times did not last long. Taizu passed away, and Zhuge Qixing had been ill for many years since the battle in the underworld, and the Northern Liao was ready to move.

It was Yue Jingzhong who led the army to fight in the south and the north, and settled the Liao in the north, Loulan in the west, and the barbarian border in the south, which saved the stability of Daqian.

But he was also seriously injured because of this. In addition to the fatigue of years of fighting and the grief of Taizu's death, he finally died of illness on the march.

Until his death, he never stopped fighting, and he never stopped guarding Daqian.

It is said that when Zhuge Qixing heard the news of Yue Junshen's death, his hair turned white overnight, he vomited three liters of blood, and he finally died of illness after struggling with his sick body for more than ten years.

The three heroes of Qianyuan, the three most brilliant figures of an era, all died of illness in the end, which is very touching.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the image of the military god Yue Jingzhong with respect in his eyes.

He glanced at Yue Ling and saw that she was staring at the image of the ancestor meticulously, with a very focused look.

"Yue Ling, I know that Yue Junshen has always been the person you admire most. Go, fight side by side with him, and don't leave any regrets."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice sounded, with a hint of encouragement in the warmth.

Yue Ling seemed to be moved, her eyes flickered, but she still shook her head and said, "No."

She was worried that if she left, Mr. Meng would be unfavorable to Zhang Jiuyang. Even though she was eager to participate in this battle and fight side by side with her ancestors, she still forced herself to hold back.

"It's okay. I believe in Mr. Meng, and I believe in myself even more."

Zhang Jiuyang winked at her and said in a voice transmission: "Have you forgotten that I still have a life-saving hair?"

Hearing this, Yue Ling pondered for a moment, and the Overlord Spear in her hand also clanged and rang, making a dragon roar, as if urging the master.

"Okay, you must be careful."

Yue Ling warned, and then looked at Mr. Meng again, her eyes like a knife.

"If Zhang Jiuyang hurts a hair, I will cut off one of your arms. If the arm is not enough, use the leg. No matter whether you are compassionate or not, my spear will not show mercy."

"Zhang Jiuyang is kind, but I am different. It is better to provoke the King of Hell than the King of Light. I believe you have heard this saying."

After saying that, she snorted coldly, turned into a raging fire and flew away, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Ahem."

Zhang Jiuyang coughed, although he said he was disgusted, his face was smiling like a flower.

"My wife is ignorant, Mr. Meng, have some tea."

Mr. Meng shook his head, too lazy to look at him. This young couple is more difficult to deal with than the other.

"You married a good wife."

He sighed: "Such a strong woman, if she doesn't fall in love, she will be devoted to you and never leave you. Even if the whole world is your enemy, she will protect you and fight for you. It's really rare."

"Haha, fiancée, fiancée, Mr. Meng is too kind."

Zhang Jiuyang was modest, but the pride and pride on his face were about to overflow.

Mr. Meng felt a blockage in his heart, always feeling that he was offended.

...

On the battlefield, Miao Shenke and Babi Mahakala were fighting fiercely. Both sides had already fought with real fire and were injured.

But one was the Miao madman six hundred years ago, and the other was the guardian war god of the Western Region Tantric Buddhism. Both were very good at fighting.

Miao Shenke has many methods, including the technique of immobilization, the innate qi grappling, the incarnation, the spell of the immortals of the three mountains and five peaks, and many other magical powers that are dazzling.

The lost Jade Tripod Thirty-Six Methods reappeared in the world, bursting out with astonishing power, each of which is enough for ordinary cultivators to comprehend for a lifetime.

The Eight-Armed Mahakala has a terrifyingly strong body, and has many evil arts and powerful magic tools. His magic power is also strong, with almost no shortcomings.

The most terrifying thing is that as the fight continues, the combat power of the Eight-Armed Mahakala is still increasing. It seems that the more he fights, the angrier he gets, and the angrier he gets, the stronger he gets.

Miao Shenke's fist will not only not make him feel pain, but will instead arouse a raging anger and transform into stronger magic power.

The more angry he is, the stronger he is.

This is the strongest Dharma image evolved by the Buddha in extreme anger, and he is indeed worthy of the title of Dharma Protector God of War.

At the beginning, Miao Shenke could still gain the upper hand, but slowly, he found that the two sides began to share the same strength, and when they fought for two hundred rounds, he even fell into a disadvantage.

A quick battle must be decided!

His heart sank, knowing that if he dragged on any longer, he would probably lose. Sure enough, if he didn't comprehend the ninth picture, it would still be a bit difficult.

These ancient gods who have lived for countless years, even if they are just incarnations, their foundation and magical powers are not comparable to those of a mortal who has not yet become an immortal.

Fortunately, at this time, the Dharma images of the ten great generals also joined the battle.

Flying generals shoot arrows, dragon gall charges, martial saints swing swords, and overlords carry tripods!

Each general can burst out a combat power close to the sixth realm in a short period of time, especially the Dharma image of the military god Yue Jingzhong, that is Yue Ling's father, and the old Marshal Yue personally sits in charge of the formation, and his strength has broken through to the sixth realm level.

Although they are vulnerable compared to the eight-armed Mahakala, the main attack is Youmiao Shenke, and they are just auxiliary attacks.

For a time, the advantage that Mahakala just occupied disappeared.

Miao Shenke took a deep breath, seized this precious opportunity, and performed a fixed body technique again, and then pushed the Jade Tripod Mysterious Art to the extreme, his black hair dancing wildly in the wind, and his momentum rising steadily.

Behind him, a tripod that suppressed the nine heavens and ten earths appeared, with three legs and two ears, and mottled copper rust on the tripod, as if it had been washed by billions of years.

As he continued to push the Jade Tripod Mysterious Art, a series of immortal pictures began to emerge on the tripod.

Pictures of fire dragons and water tigers, pictures of the sun crow and the moon rabbit, pictures of the three views of the forward and backward, pictures of the large and small tripod furnaces...

As the immortal pictures emerged one after another, the copper rust on the tripod gradually disappeared, bursting out with brilliant immortal light, and the body of the tripod became more and more solid.

Until Miao Shenke reached out and grasped a tripod foot and took it out.

Refining the false into the true!

Boom!

His long hair danced wildly, his eyes flew, and he held the immortal tripod and killed the eight-armed Mahakala.

At this moment, the immobilization spell also failed. The eight-armed Mahakala held the vajra and struck it, trying to shatter the tripod.

The strength of this vajra lies in the word "shatter". It can easily shatter various magic weapons and is specifically used to defeat defensive magic weapons.

Clang!!!

The immortal tripod rumbled and did not move at all.

The vajra was turned into powder at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the arm holding it was cracked at the tiger's mouth.

Buddha's blood was sprinkled in the sky!

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