The God and Buddha are actually me

"Young man, why don't you speak?"

Venerable Kelsang looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a very strange look, as if the two people were meeting for the first time.

"Strange, why did I have two broken fingers? Young man, you..."

Venerable Kelsang's voice stopped suddenly because he saw his severed finger and the magic sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

Everything is self-explanatory.

"It seems that I have forgotten some past events again. Alas, as I get older, I can't always remember clearly. Why did we have a grudge?"

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, could a monk at this level also suffer from Alzheimer's disease?

No, that's not right!

All of Venerable Kelsang's previous behaviors and communications were fine. It was only when he began to question his identity that he suddenly changed.

Shaking his head, he said indifferently: "No matter what problems you have with your practice, since you have come to the Central Plains, don't leave in a hurry."

He didn't want to let the tiger go back to the mountain. The other party obviously no longer had the compassion of Buddhism and acted ruthlessly, just like Mahakala.

The people of a town were flooded at any time, and they pretended that they were doing good deeds for their own good. In order to assimilate the Three Treasures, they even used magic to confuse people's hearts, turning shopkeeper Xu into an evil cultivator, poisoning and harming the neighbors.

And for some reason, Zhang Jiuyang always had an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart for this strange old monk from the Western Regions.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

"You are not Lord Kelsang, you are just a fake!"

"Venerable Kelsang is known as the number one person in the Western Region in six hundred years. Will two of his fingers be cut off by me, a mere fifth-level monk?"

"Don't you feel that you can't use your full strength no matter what?"

A series of questions pierced the old monk's heart like daggers, causing his eyes that had finally calmed down to become turbulent again.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, the sword sounded.

This sword was so fast and elegant that even the surrounding sunlight was cut into black lines repeatedly, as if the sword was so fast that not even light could escape.

Venerable Kelsang had just come to his senses when the tip of the evil-slaying sword had already pierced his forehead. At the same time, the dragon-binding rope also bound his hands, making it difficult for him to resist.

The sword energy shot through the sun like a rainbow, cutting cracks into his coir raincoat and cassock, revealing the loose skin that had lost its elasticity.

The name of this sword is Sanchiyue, which is one of the secret techniques of Jiange. It is said to be the swordsmanship created by Bai Yunsheng, the founder of Jiange.

According to legend, Bai Yun was born and practiced swordsmanship under the moon. His sword intention and sword energy were so strong that he cut off all the light from the three-foot moon, so he was named Sanchiyue.

This is the fastest sword among all the swords in the sword pavilion, and it is also an extremely difficult sword.

Even Er Pei has not fully mastered this sword. Although Zhang Jiuyang had read all the secret scriptures of the sword pavilion before, he only swallowed many of them and memorized them by rote. Now that he has the Tianxuan sword technique, he can master them.

The glazed golden light bloomed again, and Venerable Kelsang opened his golden body again, trying to block this stunning sword, but there was a crisp sound.

The colorful clouds are easy to scatter and the glass is broken.

The center of his brow was pierced by the tip of the sword, and drops of glazed Buddha blood spilled out. There were even cracks in the skull under the tip of the sword.

Zhang Jiuyang could feel it. At this moment, the tip of his sword was only the last bit away from the opponent's Zifu Yuan Shen. Normally, life and death were divided.

But the sword was stuck there, unable to penetrate another inch.

An invisible wave spread around, even the wind froze, and the sharp sword energy stood still, as if time had been pressed on the pause button.

This is...the dojo of the gods!

Zhang Jiuyang is no longer unfamiliar with this feeling. His senior brother Miao Shenke built the Golden Light Dojo. In the battle of Jizhou, Mahakala Buddha also used the dojo when he broke through the Dharma Realm and tried to take away the Double-Faced Buddha.

It is a strange realm, a manifestation of the power of the gods. They follow their words in the dojo, and even time is affected by them and obeys their will.

The only one who can break the dojo is another dojo.

That is a magical power that can only be accessed after emerging from the Yangshen in the Eight Realms. It is the realm that truly belongs to the gods.

But now Venerable Kelsang's body was filled with fluctuations from the dojo, which froze Zhang Jiuyang's three-foot moon.

He seemed to be under a restraining spell, unable to move from head to toe, and even his hair stopped flowing.

Eight realms?

Venerable Kelsang is in the eighth realm?

How is this possible!

"Donor, you wanted to see me so much, and now you have got your wish...are you satisfied?"

In the dojo, Venerable Kelsang slowly stretched out his hand and removed the sword edge between his eyebrows, and then his injuries recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was not the kind of self-healing, but the blood of the Buddha that had flowed out was retracted, and the broken glazed golden body was restored again, as if time was going backwards, and he became what he looked like before he was hit by the sword.

And his voice became more indifferent and deep, as if there was no trace of human emotion.

Venerable Kelsang slowly raised his eyes. Finally, those eyes were no longer cloudy, but became extraordinarily deep, with an ultimate indifference amid the vicissitudes of life.

It seemed that nothing in the world could make his mood fluctuate at all. Even if Zhang Jiuyang's sword almost killed him just now, it was still calm at this moment, without a trace of hatred.

Looking at those eyes, Zhang Jiuyang felt a chill in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood that the person in front of him was the real Lord Kelsang. The old monk just now thought he was real, but in fact it was just the outermost disguise.

A created consciousness.

That's why the other party has been unable to exert his full strength. When he was questioned by himself, he was so emotional.

Sky Burial Secret Technique!

These four words popped up in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. If you want to deceive the heaven, you must first deceive yourself. Others are using corpses to revive to prolong their lives. The Sky Burial Secret Technique seems to do the opposite, actively creating a false consciousness to replace oneself?

However, this magical power seems to have great side effects. Zhang Jiuyang feels that the other party is no longer a human being. That look is even more terrifying than the incarnation of Mahakala.

"The two-faced Buddha... deserves to die, Mahakala also deserves to die, and you... also deserve to die."

"The Jade Tripod Palace violates the way of heaven and disturbs cause and effect. Its inheritance should have been cut off long ago, and it should not have been born. Your appearance is just an accident."

The Venerable Gesang looked at Zhang Jiuyang, and his indifferent voice seemed to be conducting a trial. Finally, he slowly uttered a sentence.

"Since it is an accident, we should rectify the chaos."

He stretched out his hand, just a slight struggle, and the dragon-binding rope broke inch by inch, and with a mournful cry, it turned into golden light and flew back.

Then the hand gently slapped Zhang Jiuyang's head, without a trace of fireworks, but it was quite similar to the Three Flowers Gathering Seal of the Yuding Palace, but it lacked a trace of elegance and fairy spirit, and had a more majestic and vast feeling.

Xumi Mountain God Palm!

The palm turned over, making a gesture of enlightenment, and it was also like a wake-up call in Buddhism. Once it fell, even the real purple mansion and the wonderful spirit would be worn away by the vast Buddha power in the palm, and it would inevitably end up with a head split and souls scattered.

Zhang Jiuyang said nothing, but the Pure Yang Dragon and Tiger Golden Pill in his dantian was rotating at a high speed, and the dazzling golden light penetrated his body, dyeing his eyeballs golden.

The wisdom sword flashed, and the Tiandun sword technique shattered some invisible cage, making his body relax and finally resumed action.

"Look up to the mighty General Huoluo, the great spiritual officer of Dutian, the great thunder god of the fire train, ordered by the Three Pure Ones to subdue the ghosts, holding a golden whip to patrol the world, wearing golden armor to show his power..."

At the critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang still maintained absolute calmness, pinching the spiritual officer's seal with his hands and silently reciting the spell in his heart.

The figure of the spiritual officer in golden armor and red robe appeared behind Zhang Jiuyang, and the sky eye between his eyebrows shot out a series of thunder and fire, which struck the palm of the Gesang Venerable.

Not only the spiritual officer's seal, Zhang Jiuyang, who practiced the Tiandun sword technique, can even multitask and use several spells at the same time.

A golden lamp jumped out of his Niwan Palace, and the golden light covered Zhang Jiuyang's body, as if he was covered with a layer of golden armor.

There are also traces of golden and silver light flowing on the body, which is the immortal golden body.

The spiritual officer protects the body, the magic lamp covers the outside, and the golden body is cultivated inside!

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang can be said to have superimposed his own defense to the extreme. Even the full-strength attack of the Sixth Realm True Person may not be able to break his defense.

Boom!

The thunder and fire hit the Buddha's hand shining with glazed golden light, but it did not leave any trace. Even Wang Lingguan's golden whip could only produce sparks when it hit it.

Wang Lingguan's phantom suddenly roared and pushed upward with all his strength. The wind and fire wheel under his feet rotated continuously, making a sharp roar.

It seemed to be carrying an invisible sacred mountain.

If it was the real Wang Lingguan, let alone one sacred mountain, even ten could be carried. But now, "He" was just a phantom to protect his body, not even an incarnation. He only lasted for a moment before turning into flames and dissipating.

Clang! ! !

The sound of metal and stone rang out.

Zhang Jiuyang coughed up blood and flew backwards. The golden light shield protecting his body was broken in the first time, and a deep palm print was left on the immortal gold body, and the cracks spread like a spider web on his body.

But he took this palm!

"Ahem, I was almost fooled by you. Although it is a dojo, it is incomplete. You are not in the eighth realm, but in the seventh realm, or... you fell from the eighth realm!"

Zhang Jiuyang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were particularly excited, as if he had discovered an amazing secret.

This palm was lighter than he thought, and it also allowed him to test the depth of Venerable Gesang.

In order to live forever, the other party must have paid a huge price, and even fell from the eighth realm for this, and there were many mental problems.

The secret art of sky burial, I am afraid it really buried something.

Venerable Gesang looked at his palm and frowned slightly. Obviously, he did not expect that the other party could actually block his Xumi Mountain God Palm.

Looking up at the sky, he was counting silently in his heart.

At this moment, he had already felt the prying of the way of heaven, and there was a terrible gaze, patrolling around the eight directions and six directions.

The core of sky burial is to deceive the sky.

Therefore, his true body cannot appear for too long, otherwise there will be great trouble, and a quick battle is needed.

However, this young man named Zhang Jiuyang was as hard as a turtle shell, and like Miao Shenke, he was a martial arts fanatic, as if he was not afraid of death.

Venerable Gesang did not hesitate. He put away the dojo, turned around and wanted to leave. He made a decision in an instant.

At his current state, he would not get angry at all, nor would he feel so-called shame. All choices were the best choices that were in line with the current interests.

"Hey, friends watching the show on the cloud, if you don't take action, he will really run away!"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly shouted, and the eye between his eyebrows looked at one of the clouds.

The next moment, there was a tiger roar, and a fierce tiger came on the cloud. On it sat a black-robed monk, who looked resolute and heroic, with a majestic temperament. He held a string of Buddhist beads and twisted them slowly.

The most eye-catching thing was the sun wheel mark on his forehead, which looked like a birthmark. It was shining in the sun and looked extremely magical.

The black-robed monk raised his eyes and chanted a Buddhist name.

"I am a poor monk, but this road is blocked. Venerable, please stay and explain it to me."

At the same time, Zhang Jiuyang patted the treasure gourd on his waist and silently chanted four words.

"Madam, help me!"