The God and Buddha are actually me

On Yanfu Mountain in Huangquan, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme. As Tianzun took action, many people looked at the painted owner as if they were looking at a dead person.

There are those who rejoice in misfortune, and there are also those who are worried and sympathetic.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Tianzun, wait!"

The voice was deep and majestic, and even under the terrifying aura of Tianzun, it still did not conceal its domineering power.

In an instant, Tianzun's outstretched hand paused slightly, and the Zen spirit on Yanfu Mountain dissipated with the wind. Under the mask, Tianzun's eyes showed a trace of interest, as if he was a little interested.

All the Heavenly Stems also showed surprise.

Because by shouting this sentence, the person who saves the life of the painted skin owner is not the Double-faced Buddha or the Tiger who is friends with him, but Yama, who has always been at odds with the painted skin owner.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang, who was playing the role of the painting master, finally breathed a long sigh of relief and got a moment of respite. He was surprised to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He was also able to reverse the art of cause and effect, but after just a quick fight, he could feel that Tianzun's attainment in this art was far beyond his imagination.

Even better than when he killed the abbot of Baiyun Temple before.

It is estimated that after obtaining the Huashoumen, Tianzun's strength has increased, at least his Buddhist magical powers have been greatly improved.

Just now, he only felt that the cause and effect around him was dissipating one by one, as if he was being wiped out from this world. If it was a moment later, he would really disappear completely.

Tianzun lowered his eyes and looked at Yama, and said calmly: "I want to kill the Painted Skin Master, what do you think?"

In an instant, Lao Qi and others secretly sent a message, asking Yama not to meddle in other people's business, let alone contradict Tianzun.

However, Yan Luo snorted coldly, staring at the painting owner with his red eyes full of hostility, and there was a hint of hatred in his voice that was difficult to conceal.

"Tianzun, this thief and I have a sworn hatred. From the beginning, he slandered me as a spy and tried to kill me many times. Later, he let him go because of the common fate of everyone. , never thought that he was actually a thief shouting "Catch the thief!"

Yama left the throne, clasped his fists and saluted Tianzun, and said: "Please allow me to kill this thief with my own hands and present his head to Tianzun!!"

Hearing these words, Lao Qi and others breathed a sigh of relief.

As we all know, Yama and the Painted Skin Master have long been mortal enemies, each holding a grudge. Now that there is an opportunity to take revenge, Yama is naturally unwilling to let it go.

Tianzun looked at Yama quietly for a long time and smiled faintly.

"allow."

"Thank you, Heavenly Lord!"

"Yam Luo, you are just avenging yourself! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The Painted Skin Master played by Zhang Jiuyang immediately threatened, but could not conceal his stern and internal decline, but he saw a glimmer of hope in his heart.

If during the battle with Yama, he could take the opportunity to change back to Yama's identity, and put the finishing touches on the subject of the painting, allowing him to die on his behalf, he would be able to hide the truth from the truth.

It's a pity that the idea is wonderful, but there is a huge obstacle to its realization, and that is Tianzun.

Zhang Jiuyang's magical power in painting is enough to make the fake look real, and his current cultivation level is also different from what it used to be. Whether it is the Moon God or Xuan Su, he is confident that he can hide it.

But as long as Tianzun is still watching, he will never be able to hide it, and there will be no room for luck.

But this is the only way Zhang Jiuyang can think of in the desperate situation. If it weren't for this way, he might have died at the hands of Tianzun.

Boom!

Under the gaze of everyone, Yan Luo took action instantly, as decisively and decisively as ever, without any hesitation.

Raging flames soared into the sky, rolling toward the painting owner like a long dragon, while a bright golden light rippled across his body.

Normally speaking, the strength of the man in the painting is only 30% of Zhang Jiuyang's, but with the unreserved support of his magic power, Yama has already exerted the strength of the Sixth Realm at this moment, and his momentum is as strong as the sky and the earth are falling. No one will doubt him. Such a powerful person could actually be fake.

Because a large amount of mana was given to Yama, Zhang Jiuyang's own strength dropped significantly, and because he could not use his best magical power, he was naturally defeated.

"Lao Jiu is still as fierce as ever, but why is the painting master so weak today?"

Lao Qi liked fighting the most, and he had sparred with the Painted Skin Master in the past. Now he was very surprised to see that the Painted Skin Master was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back in a short period of time.

The others also noticed this oddity.

At this moment, the Painted Skin Master seemed to want to use some magical power. Rays of brilliant light bloomed all over his body, but he spit out a mouthful of blood, and his breath suddenly became weak.

"Amitabha, the Painted Skin Master secretly participated in my Black Sky plan. He fought against Yama and was seriously injured by him. It seems that the injury has not healed yet."

The Double-Faced Buddha stood up and explained, which solved everyone's doubts.

At the same time, everyone also understood why things had developed to this point, and the two-faced Buddha who was friends with the painted skin owner refused to say a word of mercy.

It seems that the Double-Faced Buddha also harbors a grudge. For some benefit, the Painted Skin Master probably betrayed the Black Sky Plan to Jingyesi, which resulted in the Double-Faced Buddha's Black Sky Plan being severely damaged.

In this way, less than thirty rounds of fighting, the Painted Skin Master was already covered in blood, coughing up blood, and his skin was burnt.

In order to prevent others from seeing his flaws, Zhang Jiuyang really tried his best. He said he was drowning, but in fact it was no different from a real fight.

It's just that he has never experienced such a frustrating battle. He has a lot of magic power, but he has to lend it to his "opponent" to beat him, and he can't use his best magical power.

His injuries were getting worse and worse. If he continued to fight like this, he might really die here.

Zhang Jiuyang felt a huge sense of crisis again. His mind was racing like lightning, but he couldn't think of any better way.

Should he really try to fight and play the cat-for-prince game under the eyes of the Heavenly Venerable?

After forty rounds, Zhang Jiuyang felt that half of his body was almost shattered, and blood kept pouring out of his seven orifices.

There was no other way. If he continued like this, there would be only one outcome, that is, being beaten to death by the Yama he drew!

Rather than dying in such a suffocating way, it would be better to give it a try!

After making a decision, Zhang Jiuyang immediately turned his head and flew towards Huangquan, falling into the icy cold water of Huangquan.

The water of Huangquan was strange and unpredictable, containing the most yin energy. There was also some kind of red-haired monster lurking under the water, which could have a certain isolation effect.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that this alone was not enough. He had to muddy the waters in order to fish.

"Where are you running!"

Yan Luo shouted angrily, and then rushed into Huangquan without hesitation.

Boom! !

A moment later, the sound of a shocking battle came from the bottom of the water again, and the whole Huangquan became turbulent, as if there were two giant beasts fighting under the water, raising countless waves.

The bodies of countless red-haired monsters drifted with the waves, densely covering the surface of the river.

Everyone used their magical powers and focused on the underwater battle. At this time, the two-faced Buddha took a deep breath and prepared to talk to Tianzun according to the master's instructions to attract Tianzun's attention.

Because Zhang Jiuyang was about to prepare to steal the beams and replace the pillars, he had to find a way to involve Tianzun.

But what he didn't expect was that at this moment, something strange happened.

A vast force suddenly descended on Mount Yanfu, and the sky above Huangquan was surging. In the three colors of black, white and gray, a huge eye condensed.

Indifferent, vicissitudes, full of death, indifferent to everything.

"The underworld is well-ordered, and you are not allowed to destroy it."

After that, a terrifying giant hand appeared in the sky, holding the six reincarnations, and smashed down towards Mount Yanfu.

In an instant, even the Huangquan Heavenly Stems with the six realms of cultivation felt humble and insignificant under the blow of the Lord of the Underworld.

As if they were ants under the hands of gods.

The Lord of the Underworld, the Lord of the Underworld!

Huangquan has always been the Lord of the Underworld. Mount Yanfu is located on the edge of the underworld. It is a special area at the junction of yin and yang. Logically, it should also be under the jurisdiction of the Lord of the Underworld.

But the Heavenly Venerable seemed to have made an agreement with the Lord of the Underworld long ago, and made this place his own. But now, the Lord of the Underworld suddenly appeared and attacked brazenly, breaking that agreement.

Facing this mysterious Lord of the Underworld who has dominated the underworld for who knows how many years, even the Heavenly Venerable must concentrate and dare not be careless.

He once again used the spell of reversing cause and effect, but this time it was not aimed at Zhang Jiuyang, but at the huge hand of the Lord of the Mansion that was holding up the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Boom!

In the sky, the giant hand that looked like a god began to disintegrate and gradually turned into nothingness, but the shadow of the Six Paths of Reincarnation in its palm remained condensed and did not disperse.

The Six Paths of Reincarnation, the cause and effect of life, this cause and effect is too big, it cannot be cut off, it cannot be disturbed, it lasts forever, and it is endless.

Tianzun snorted coldly, and a golden light flashed on his body. I don’t know what magical power he used, but he actually broke through the shadow of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

The whole netherworld seemed to shake violently, as if the ground was cracking.

The Lord of the Mansion stopped attacking, but just stared at Tianzun with his cold eyes. Although Tianzun broke the opponent’s spell, he did not continue to attack. I don’t know when a crack appeared on his Jia throne.

After a fight, they were evenly matched.

"Lord of the Underworld, are you going to break our agreement?"

Facing the legendary Lord of the Underworld, who has lived for countless years and existed since ancient times, Tianzun was not afraid at all and took the initiative to question.

The voice of the Lord of the Underworld rang out from all directions, as if it was the echo of the whole world.

"Lord of the Underworld, you broke the agreement first."

"I can give you Mount Yanfu, but you can't disturb the order of my Underworld, but your men made such a big commotion. This matter will not happen again."

Tianzun's eyes condensed slightly, looking at the pupil that slowly dissipated in the sky, and finally said nothing.

Among the ten heavenly stems, Taiyin, who had been quiet all the time, smiled faintly.

"Disciple, your master will only help you this once, and you wasted it here. Is it worth it?"

The voice of the Lord of the Underworld rang in Taiyin's heart, and compared with the indifference just now, it seemed to have a little more human emotion.

The current Taiyin is Yousheng, and Yousheng is not only the god in charge of delivery in the underworld, but also the disciple of the Lord of the Underworld.

When he became his disciple, the Lord of the Underworld promised to protect him once, but there was only this one chance.

Yousheng did not answer this question, but just smiled quietly and said silently: "Thank you, Master."

The Lord of the Underworld helped him, and such an opportunity was extremely precious, but she did not regret doing so at all, because a drop of water should be repaid with a spring.

Moreover, Taoist Zhang saved her life and enlightened her.

Splash!

The water in the Yellow Spring splashed, and a figure flew out. In the faint clouds and smoke, you can see the black iron ghost face under the black robe and a pair of red pupils full of hostility.

Plop!

A head with eyes open was thrown in front of everyone. The mask was cracked, and half of the face became bloody, but you can still see the sinister and resentful eyes.

In an instant, everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Anyway, the Painted Skin Master was someone they had known for many years, and he also had a lot of influence in Huangquan. He could be called a great hero, but he died so miserably in the end.

They looked at the majestic figure surrounded by flames, and the wisps of water vapor steamed up, making the red pupils look more mysterious and terrifying.

Although the Painted Skin Master's old injuries had not healed, he was killed in less than fifty rounds. Such strength was already the first among the ten heavenly stems in Huangquan.

Even the arrogant Shanjun showed a trace of fear and regret in his eyes.

He hated that he jumped out too early and offended Yan Luo. It seemed that he had to find a way to get closer to him in the future.

The Seventh Old Man looked proud of it and admired Yan Luo more and more.

"Heavenly Lord, here is the spy's head. This is the Yellow Springs Token of the Painted Skin Master. It is also handed over to Heavenly Lord to take it!"

Yan Luo faced Heavenly Lord with a neither humble nor arrogant attitude, respectful but not flattering, just right.

He took out a token with a light golden light, with a pattern like the gate of hell carved on the front and an ancient seal character "Xin" carved on the back.

It was the eighth Yellow Springs token!

A hot gaze came over, Zhang Jiuyang squinted and saw that it was Zhuge Yu, whose eyes had never left the Yellow Springs Token in his hand.

Whoever gets the Yellow Springs Token can replace the Painted Skin Master and become one of the ten heavenly stems.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, it seemed that Zhuge Yu knew something, so he was full of desire for the Yellow Springs Token.

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