The God and Buddha are actually me

"You are no match for Zhang Jiuyang."

Yue Ling's voice interrupted Zhuge Yu's words bluntly, leaving him no courtesy.

"If you were put in Zhang Jiuyang's situation, you would have died long ago. Neither you nor I can replace Zhang Jiuyang's role."

These words came from her heart.

Only she knows how many dangers Zhang Jiuyang has gone through to get to where he is today, and how difficult it is.

And only she truly knows how special Zhang Jiuyang is.

Not only the magical visualization picture, but more importantly, Zhang Jiuyang, his ideals and ambitions, his sympathy and respect for the people at the bottom, and his heroic spirit of not being afraid of anything and changing the world.

These are the reasons why she really likes Zhang Jiuyang and is willing to assist him.

Zhuge Yu's talent may not be inferior to Zhang Jiuyang's, but on this point, he completely loses.

"hehe."

Regarding Yue Ling's words, Zhuge Yu smiled disapprovingly and said, "Longhu, with your character, you shouldn't worship a man so much. It will only make me look down on you."

"What do you think? What does it have to do with me?"

Yue Ling pointed the tip of his spear at him, with a chill in his eyes, and said word by word: "I will break your limbs, destroy your cultivation, and then take you back to Qintian Prison, where you will kneel before those who sacrificed their lives." I would like to take a look at the tombstone of my comrade..."

"What kind of face do you have... to survive in this world?"

After hearing this, Zhuge Yu's complexion changed slightly, and the scar like a centipede trembled slightly. After a long time, he sighed.

"Longhu, some things are not as simple as you think. If you know the truth, I believe you will be on my side."

Golden flames burned in Yue Ling's eyes, and bursts of thunder rang out above his head, showing a dark cloud cover. The lightning illuminated the night sky, as if a storm was coming.

This was the change in the celestial phenomena caused by the rage in her heart boiling to the extreme.

"I can distinguish between right and wrong!"

Boom!

A spear thrust out, the sound was like thunder, and the intent of the spear was like a volcano erupting, unstoppable, blowing the surrounding fallen leaves into powder.

But Zhuge Yu's voice sounded again.

"Longhu, don't you want to know how Yue Junshen died?"

Zheng!

The tip of the spear trembled and stopped in front of Zhuge Yu's eyes.

"What do you mean?"

Yue Ling held a spear in his hand and could retract and release it freely, demonstrating his peak martial arts skills.

For the first time, her mood changed significantly.

Although Zhuge Yu was struck by a sharp blade, he showed no fear. He smiled faintly and said, "Have you never doubted that Yue Junshen was a man of six levels of cultivation and had peerless martial arts skills? How could he suddenly die because of a hidden injury?"

Yue Ling retorted: "That's because our ancestors fought in the north and south——"

"There are three top-secret files in Qintian Prison. Only the supervisor is qualified to read them. One of them is the case of the destruction of Yuding Palace investigated by Imperial Master Zhuge, one is the case of the death of Imperial Master Zhuge, and the other one is …”

Zhuge Yu paused and said something that shocked Yue Ling's heart.

"It's to investigate where the head of Yue Junshen is."

Buzz!

For a moment, even the tip of the Overlord's gun trembled slightly, which showed how much trouble had arisen in Yue Ling's heart.

"I don't need to lie to you. After all, this file is in my father's room. Your father may also know it, but he will not spread it outside."

"The God of Yue Jun was decapitated and died, and his head was missing."

"To this day, the court has not found it. His body has a head carved out of red sandalwood. If you have the opportunity to enter the imperial mausoleum and take a look at Yue Junshen's body, you will know whether it is true or false."

Zhuge Yu's voice was very certain and full of confidence.

"Longhu, what happened back then, all three heroes of the Qianyuan Dynasty suffered. First, Taizu died, and then the God of War was decapitated. Thanks to the ancestor's ingenuity, he only managed to survive by feigning death and escaping."

"But even so, the ancestors paid a huge price. Longhu, join us, we are the ones who really think about the overall situation and can change everything!!"

Zhuge Yu's voice was a little excited, and his eyes looking at Yue Ling were full of expectation. He slowly pushed the tip of the gun away from his neck and stretched out his hand towards Yue Ling.

"Longhu, you are a rare talent. If you join us, our chances of winning will definitely increase a lot. Now as long as you nod and follow my instructions, fake your death and escape at the wedding, everything will be done."

"Believe me, by then, you will know all the truth and see the real world, a world that subverts your imagination!"

Yue Ling stared at him quietly and said, "Why can't you make it clear now?"

The death of her ancestor by decapitation caused a great stir in her heart, and she urgently wanted to know the truth behind it.

With the ancestor's cultivation and martial arts, who could take his head quietly?

What happened to the three heroes of Qianyuan who were so powerful that they attracted worldwide attention at that time? What did they see that led to such a strange end?

Perhaps Zhuge Yu in front of him knows this answer.

"Sorry, it's impossible for me to tell you everything before you can fake your death and escape as planned. If you want to know the truth, then join us."

"This is the only option!"

Yue Ling was silent for a long time, and then slowly raised his eyes. Even in the night, those resolute eyes were still as bright as snow and as sharp as a sword.

She shook her head and said word by word: "I will never be a traitor."

If she had not met Zhang Jiuyang, she might really have thrown herself into the darkness now, waiting for an opportunity to lurk in order to know the truth of everything.

But she knew that she could never do this because Zhang Jiuyang needed her.

"Joining you is not the only option. Zhang Jiuyang and I will find out the truth."

"It's Zhang Jiuyang again!"

Zhuge Yu sneered, then looked at Yue Ling with regretful eyes, and sighed: "You don't understand what you rejected at all. It's a pity..."

A trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally he sighed, and his eyes softened when he looked at Yue Ling, as if he was looking at the little girl who was no bigger than his shoulders back then.

Holding the red tassel gun, he always has an indifferent expression and is as cold as ice, but when encountering danger, he is always the first to arrive and the last to leave.

"Longhu, at my funeral, I saw you crying. You swore to avenge me. At that time, I regarded you as my sister. Later, I watched you grow up little by little in secret."

"Several times when you encountered danger while investigating a case, I couldn't help but help you secretly. It wasn't until your cultivation level became higher and higher and your intuition became sharper that I stopped paying attention to you."

"Later on, you really shined brightly and became the mainstay of Qin Tian Prison. It was also at that time that I suddenly realized that my sister... had grown up."

Yue Ling was slightly stunned, and then she understood why some cases were solved inexplicably a long time ago.

Thinking of the friendship in the past, she sighed and said: "Zhuge Yu, it's still too late for you to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. I still treat you as Pao Ze."

Zhuge Yu reached out and wanted to pat Yue Ling on the shoulder, but she subconsciously avoided it.

He was not angry, however, and still looked at Yue Ling with gentle eyes. His voice was also gentle, but his words were not gentle at all.

"Longhu, if the negotiation fails, then I have to ask you..."

He showed a gentle smile and said: "Go to hell."

Yue Ling's heart jumped suddenly, and a strong sense of crisis emerged. He instantly made a defensive posture, but the surroundings were quiet and nothing appeared.

She snorted coldly and was about to take the initiative when she heard Zhuge Yu suddenly ask a strange question.

"Longhu, I know you tried on the wedding dress quietly before leaving Yue Mansion. How do you think it is? Does the wedding dress I prepared for you look good?"

Just as Yue Ling was wondering, his expression suddenly trembled, and an inexplicable chill surged into his heart and quickly spread to the surroundings.

The golden armor and red robe on her body turned into a gorgeous wedding dress at some point, and a black umbrella fell on her head.

The umbrella cloth was as black as ink, without a trace of light, as if it had been torn off a piece of the night.

The umbrella ribs are a strange material, slender and tough, not like bamboo, but more like...the bones of some animal.

There were strands of silk thread hanging on the edge of the umbrella. Yue Ling recognized it at a glance. This silk thread was extremely sinister and was only used on the longevity quilt after the death of the old man and on the spiritual flags leading the way in front of the coffin.

A black umbrella covers the top, and a wedding dress covers the body.

Even Yue Ling's dragon-elephant body and Mingwang's Fire felt a bone-chilling chill at this moment, and her limbs and bones were filled with a strange power, which seemed to contain the power of some kind of law. The mana was temporarily suppressed.

But Yue Ling was Yue Ling after all. She stayed calm in the face of danger and used all her magic power to try to break through the blockade. In just a few breaths, she had already achieved initial results.

But at this moment, Zhuge Yu flicked his fingers, and a vermilion talisman flew out from his sleeve and stuck to Yue Ling's body.

In an instant, Yue Ling was stabbed in the heart, and the energy and blood in his body suddenly fell silent, and the magic power that he finally mobilized also fell silent.

That talisman seemed to be specially made for her. Even though she had six levels of cultivation, she found it difficult to resist.

At this time, a pale and cold hand climbed up to Yue Ling's shoulder and gently touched the skin on her face. The black nails were sharp and long.

Under the black umbrella, a pale face leaned behind Yue Ling, his lips pressed against her ear, powerful resentment soared into the sky, and his voice was cold and hoarse.

"I will peel off your human skin and make it into... the most perfect wedding dress."

Hate married women!

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"Brother Ninth, Brother Ninth, wake up quickly!"

"Good son-in-law, please finish your work soon!"

Zhang Jiuyang was watching so engrossed that he had even forgotten that he was casting a spell that turned effects into causes, and instead devoted himself wholeheartedly to it.

He felt that the scene in front of him suddenly became blurry, as if it was contaminated by a layer of blood.

Could it be that Yue Ling is suffering from the torture of hating a married woman?

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang's heart tightened, and he quickly concentrated his attention, trying to see more clearly so that he could get more clues and rescue Yue Ling.

But at this moment, the voices of Ah Li and Yue Shuai rang in his ears.

Only then did he realize that the blood was not Yue Ling's, but his own. His eyes were already filled with blood, and they were about to burst.

With a flash of Tiandun sword intent, he instantly regained consciousness and withdrew his magical power.

A feeling of weakness came over me, as if I had been hungry for ten days and ten nights.

In just a few moments, his mana was almost at its lowest point, and he was almost lost in the mysterious state of peering into cause and effect.

Although this spell is magical, it is also dangerous and has serious side effects.

Zhang Jiuyang felt that his vision seemed to be affected at the moment, and his eyes were a little blurry.

But he couldn't care about so much now, and there was only one thought left in his mind.

Where is Yue Ling?

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