The God and Buddha are actually me

Between heaven and earth, dragons roared, but they were mournful cries.

In a moment, the stone dragon was bitten off the neck by the white tiger, and turned into dragon energy and dissipated between heaven and earth, while the wooden dragon was beheaded by a sword and burned to ashes by Zhang Jiuyang's external incarnation.

Clang!

The evil-slaying sword soared into the sky, shattering all the thunderclouds in the sky, and golden sunlight fell down.

The wind stopped, the rain disappeared, and the clouds dispersed.

The people of Shigu Town were finally saved, crying after surviving the disaster, and the monsters on their shoulders also dissipated their hostility and began to recite Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.

Roar!

Although the white tiger fell, although it defeated the dragon vein, it was also covered in blood and bruises. The originally bright and shiny hair was now covered with bloodstains.

Even the left eye was blinded, dug out by the dragon claws, and the eyeball disappeared, which shows how fierce the battle was.

But it did not have a trace of miserable momentum, but was full of vigor and spirit, and the murderous spirit was even more amazing.

"Tiger, tiger..."

The county magistrate and the constables were so frightened that they were dumbfounded and could not say a word for a long time.

What the Taoist said turned out to be true. The tiger really escaped from the painting and defeated a golden dragon that flew out of the stone...

Although the county magistrate held a low position, he had seen some of the world. He knew that he had met a great figure in the cultivation world today, a living immortal.

He was nervous and excited.

Perhaps, this was also his chance and destiny?

If he could be valued by the living immortal, even if he just served tea and water by his side, or led the horse's stirrups, it would be better than being an official of a small sesame seed!

Thinking of this, his eyes rolled and he mustered up the courage to say: "Master Tiger——"

Roar!

Before he could finish, the white tiger roared, opened its bloody mouth, and directly bit the county magistrate to death, and then bit to death those constables and petty officials who oppressed the people every day and colluded with each other. Even though he was injured, his movements were still as fast as lightning.

The White Tiger Star was extremely murderous and hated corrupt officials the most. It could smell the familiar stench from a distance.

After eating and drinking, the White Tiger suddenly jumped into the painting.

Before leaving the painting, it stood proudly among the mountains, full of energy. Now it was returning from a fierce battle, its hair stained with blood, and it was perched on a piece of bluestone. A tiger roar shook the mountains and forests, like the return of a king.

When he casually raised his eyebrows, he had the power of a thousand miles of wind.

Since he stepped on the leaves to patrol the mountains, he never left his origin. He was always clear-headed and all the beasts converted.

After slaying the dragon, the White Tiger Thousand Mountains Picture was more charming than before. Even if he was sleeping, it was hard to look at it directly, and it was shocking.

Puff!

Above the green waves, the Sword of Slaying Evil flew out from the water, and the monstrous sword energy was hidden inside like ice and snow melting. The red-gold sword light became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a sword-shaped hairpin, which was inserted diagonally into Zhang Jiuyang's long hair.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes swept through the bloody warehouse, his expression was very calm.

He would not have a trace of sympathy for these despicable corrupt officials. You know, many officials are not locals, and there are no monsters on their shoulders.

But their evil deeds are a hundred times more than the cursed people in Shigu Town.

These people are evil from the heart, and the curse is too kind to them.

Zhang Jiuyang will not let any of them go.

"I lost this battle. Master Zhang is very capable. He is indeed better than the master. I admire him."

After the dark clouds dissipated, Venerable Gesang frankly admitted his failure.

There was still room for the fight between the two. One side rained and the other side stopped the rain. In the end, the clouds cleared and the rain dispersed, and Zhang Jiuyang naturally won.

But Zhang Jiuyang did not look happy.

"Your Excellency, do you look down on me?"

"What does Master Zhang mean by this?"

"You didn't use your full strength, and I'm afraid you didn't even use 50% of your power. Do you think I'm not worthy of being your opponent?"

Zhang Jiuyang was carrying the Sky Escape Sword Intent, and his Yuan Shen was extremely powerful. He felt an inexplicable sense of oppression from the Venerable Gesang. The opponent's strength was definitely more than that.

Just now, he was on high alert, ready to attack with his true body at any time, bursting out all his combat power to fight the opponent head-on.

But to his surprise, the Venerable Gesang finally stopped, and even didn't want his own fishing rod.

"It's not that I look down on you, but I'm old, and I'm not so keen on fighting and killing."

Zhang Jiuyang frowned. This was definitely fake. Through the previous conversation, he could feel that although the Venerable Gesang was old, he had the ambition to swallow the sky, and his words were not so respectful to the Buddha.

Moreover, the other party was very murderous. He killed the people of the town without mercy.

"I am old. Even if I beat you with all my strength, I would lose my own strength. If I get injured, I might even lose my lifespan. Why does Master Zhang keep pressing me?"

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

The other party seemed to be very sincere, but he always felt that something was wrong. The contrast between the other party's previous and later actions was a bit big.

"But Master Zhang, you can save them for a while, but you can't save them for a lifetime. It seems to be kind, but it will only let them continue to sink in pain and despair until they are extinct."

"Sanbao, one day, you will regret bringing Master Zhang to me today when you hear their painful groans and see their miserable experiences."

Sanbao thought of that scene and wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's voice sounded, as sonorous as iron.

"The one who tied the bell must untie it. Since this curse belongs to Mahakala, then in the future, as long as we kill Him, the curse will naturally dissipate."

Sanbao's heart was shocked, as if he heard a loud bell, and he was shocked.

He had never thought that there was a way to kill Buddha?

Although Mahakala is one of the Buddhas worshipped by Tantric Buddhism and is not accepted by Zen Buddhism, it is a god in Buddhism after all. Sanbao is a devout worshiper of Buddha and has never had such a disrespectful idea.

But think about it, can a god who behaves like this still be called Buddha?

It's called killing Buddha, but it's actually exorcism!

The Venerable Gesang smiled faintly and said, "You are so bold, young man. I hope that when your life is exhausted and your glory is gone, you can also have such ambitions."

After that, he stretched out his hand to Sanbao and said, "Come back to the Western Regions with me."

He actually wanted to take Sanbao away.

Zhang Jiuyang stood in front of him and said, "Do you think I don't exist?"

Swoosh!

Golden light escaped, and the dragon-binding rope flew towards Venerable Gesang, trying to tie him up.

But the next moment, Venerable Gesang uttered a string of mysterious words, which seemed to be the oldest language in the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism, obscure and difficult to pronounce.

A series of glazed golden lights lit up.

In a trance, Zhang Jiuyang and Sanbao actually came to the foot of the Tantric sacred mountain Bog Snow Peak, which was thousands of feet high and topped with white snow.

But what was even more amazing was that taller than the snow mountain was a huge glazed golden body.

Even the Bog Snow Peak, the highest mountain in the Western Regions, only reached the waist of the golden body.

The upper body of the golden body was between the sea of ​​clouds, and the lower body was as high as the sacred mountain. It looked like it was really shaking the sky and the earth, covering the sky and the sun.

The glazed golden body of Moonlight Bodhisattva!

Zhang Jiuyang's dragon-binding rope could grow to hundreds of feet, but it could only bind one hand of the golden body, which was already at its limit.

This shock went straight to the sky, and combined with the Buddha light and Sanskrit sound that surged around, people sincerely had an impulse to worship.

Even Sanbao, who was determined, widened his eyes and was in a trance.

"Sanbao, as a disciple of Buddhism, why don't you worship the golden body when you see it?"

Above the clouds, the Buddhist sound was vast, with a strange magic that made Sanbao subconsciously want to kneel down, but was forcibly supported by a slender hand.

"Playing tricks."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were cold and murderous.

This was not just the golden body magic, but also the Guanzi Daluo secret mantra that could bewitch people's hearts. This technique was known as the supreme spiritual secret technique of Tantric Buddhism. It could not only affect people's minds, but also create illusions.

The two-faced Buddha was a master of this technique, but compared with Venerable Gesang, he was undoubtedly a small witch compared to a big witch. The other party's practice of this spiritual secret technique had reached the highest level.

It was incredible that he could be pulled into the illusion in a single thought.

If he had not mastered the Tiandun sword technique, even Zhang Jiuyang would not be able to see through the illusion.

"I have a magic sword, named Tiandun, which can cut off nameless greed and anger, nameless love and desire, and nameless troubles. Today, I will use the flying sword to cut off the golden body!"

The next moment, a dazzling sword light flew out from the Niwan Palace above Zhang Jiuyang's head. It was a flawless Taoist wisdom sword. When the sword light shone on it, the illusion began to ripple and crumble.

Sanbao also woke up instantly.

"Quick!"

Zhang Jiuyang pinched the sword formula with his hand, and the Tiandun sword intent slashed towards the majestic golden body, like a meteor going against the sky, the sword intent was pure and strong, and it was unstoppable.

The golden body lowered the giant hand wrapped with the dragon-binding rope and slapped the wisdom sword.

Boom!

The snow-capped mountain shook violently, and the ice and snow covering it for decades surged down like waves, and terrifying cracks appeared on the mountain.

With a crisp sound, Zhang Jiuyang returned to reality.

"Brother Zhang, save me..."

A Buddha's light fled to the west. Venerable Gesang held the Three Treasures in one hand, and the other hand was dripping with blood. There was an obvious sword mark on the palm.

"Want to run?"

Zhang Jiuyang shouted coldly, and a word "fixed" appeared on the palm of his hand, shining it at the Buddha's light in the distance.

"Fix!"

His mana was consumed quickly. Just a fixation technique directly consumed nearly 30% of his mana, like a bottomless pit.

But the effect was also extremely significant. The Buddha's light was actually fixed directly, solidified in the air like a sculpture.

But in just a blink of an eye, Venerable Gesang's fingers trembled slightly.

His cultivation was too profound, and the fixation technique, known as one of the 36 methods of Yuding Palace, could not last too long.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the Sword of Slaying Evils had arrived, and the Pure Yang Sword Intent became more and more mature, and the sword tip pointed directly at the center of Gesang's eyebrows.

Zhang Jiuyang had already made up his mind to kill, and he was no longer merciful when he attacked, and he was extremely ruthless, and every move was aimed at killing.

Clang!

At the critical moment, two fingers of Gesang's Venerable flashed with a glazed golden light, and the golden body that had been practicing for hundreds of years was activated again, and it actually clamped the sword of Slaying Evils.

The next moment, a hand grasped the sword tip.

Gesang's face changed slightly, and he looked into Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. He did not expect that the other party would break his illusion so quickly, and the strength of his soul was no less than that of him who had practiced for hundreds of years.

With a clang of the sword, under the blessing of the Pure Yang magic power, the Sword of Slaying Evils showed its edge and exerted 120% of its power, and actually cut off two fingers of Gesang's Venerable.

The severed finger flew off, and the glazed golden light on the skin quickly disappeared, but strangely, there was not a trace of blood on the wound.

Zhang Jiuyang flicked his sleeves with his other hand, and the cuffs burst out with suction like a black hole, taking in the three treasures.

This is a clever use of the "cup of wine to hold the sea" technique in the Thirty-Six Methods.

Only by putting away the three treasures can he fight happily without any burden.

Just looking at the two broken fingers, the strange feeling that had just risen in Zhang Jiuyang's heart resurfaced, and he felt even more wrong.

How could it be... so weak?

It can't be considered weak. The opponent's combat power is no less than that of an ordinary sixth-level real person, but it is far less powerful than he expected.

Could it be an incarnation?

But he had scanned it with the Sky Eye, and under the Sky Eye of the Spiritual Official, the opponent did not have any trace of an incarnation.

Venerable Gesang stood in the clouds. Although two fingers were cut off, his face was calm and he said calmly: "What a good swordsmanship. Such a wonderful sword. Even if you say you are the successor of the Sword Pavilion, I am afraid no one will doubt it."

"I doubt now... Are you really Venerable Gesang?"

Zhang Jiuyang stared at him closely and said word by word.

He began to doubt his identity. Venerable Gesang was known as the first person in the Western Regions in 600 years and a rare genius in the Tantric Buddhism. Even if he could not reach the level of Brother Miao, he should have no problem entering the seventh realm.

How could he only be at the level of the sixth realm, and a relatively ordinary sixth realm.

Hearing this question, Venerable Gesang, who had always been calm, suddenly had a clear emotional fluctuation, and his turbid eyes showed a strange look.

"Of course I am Gesang!"

"Who else can be Gesang except me!"

"There will always be only one Gesang in this world!!"

He repeated three sentences in a row, his voice became more and more intense, and his emotional fluctuations became more intense. By the third sentence, he even shouted it out.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed, and his intuition told him that he had grasped something very crucial.

"But Venerable Gesang cannot be so weak. You are not him. You are just an imposter. Who are you?"

Zhang Jiuyang continued to ask.

"I am Gesang, the only Gesang!"

He suddenly roared, and then shook violently. Then, his excited expression calmed down instantly and became unusually quiet, but there was a trace of confusion in his pupils.

After a moment, he slowly focused his sight, looked at Zhang Jiuyang, and exclaimed softly.

"Young man, I didn't expect you to have such a cultivation at such a young age."

"What's your name? Who is your master?"

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."