The God and Buddha are actually me

"Master, save me!!!"

The Red-haired Ghost King couldn't remember how many times he had called for help from his master. He was now truly frightened by that killer.

Although he did not die, the pain was real and tormented his soul time and time again.

Even if it is the immortal ghost of the underworld, once it dies too many times, its mental state will be greatly affected.

So he once again asked the Lord for help.

But this time, the Lord's divine power did not arrive for a long time.

The Red-haired Ghost King gritted his teeth and simply gave up his body, turning around and trying to escape. Every strand of his red hair turned into flames, bursting out with extremely strong thrust, and his speed was very fast.

But Zhang Jiuyang just waved his sleeves, and a golden light flew out, hitting his skull with a bang, smashing the hard skull into a bloody mess and leaving a deep dent.

The flying head let out a scream, then staggered and fell into a faint.

The golden light flew back into Zhang Jiuyang's palm. It was a shining golden brick with mysterious Taoist runes on it. It looked like a small piece, but it was heavier than a mountain.

Zhang Jiuyang came to the head, and golden light shot out from his fiery eyes between his eyebrows again. He pierced into the spirit platform along the wound caused by the golden brick and found the soul of that flame.

"If you hurt my wife, I will wipe out your mind and punish you to be my slave in Longhu Mountain for the rest of your life."

In the clash of souls, the Red-haired Ghost was completely defeated almost as soon as they came into contact. His mind was greatly impacted and turned directly into a blank sheet of paper, as if he had returned to the state when he was just born.

And Zhang Jiuyang had already left a deep mark on his soul with his fire eyes.

From now on, he will regard this fire eye as his master, and he will not hesitate even if Zhang Jiuyang asks him to commit suicide.

However, even at this point, Zhang Jiuyang was still not satisfied.

He turned around, looked at the mansion master's soul who seemed to be watching from the sidelines and had no intention of taking action, and said murderously: "I almost forgot, there is a mouse hiding here."

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"Someone, come quickly!"

Inside the palace, the emperor, who was tortured by hunger and wanted to die, began to shout loudly and almost smashed everything around him.

Gurgle~

His stomach made a rumbling sound, as if even his intestines were tangled together due to hunger, and the fat on his body was decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The emperor felt that if this continued, his sanity would be tortured to the point of collapse.

This magic skill obtained from Qianling Mausoleum did have great side effects. Once the consumption was greater than the supplement, he would be tortured by terrible hunger. In the end, even his soul would be devoured by this magic skill.

Every inch of the emperor's fat seemed to have life, devouring the transferred magic power like a glutton, which finally alleviated the emperor's painful expression a lot.

"Li Guanqi, have you figured out where Yan Luo came from?"

The emperor asked the abbot of Taiping Temple and called out his name.

The abbot of Taiping Temple, who is known as the number one person in Taoism but is so mysterious that even his name is unknown to the world, turns out to be Li Guanqi.

The abbot put away his hand and smiled softly.

"Your Majesty, I have indeed noticed that this night is really lively. The immortals from Huangquan, Hell, and Beiliao have all swarmed out."

"It seems that this Luotian Grand Ceremony involves many people."

The emperor immediately asked, "Who is Yan Luo? Is he Zhang Jiuyang?"

The master of the temple shook his head and smiled, "It seems that I have no obligation to answer your majesty."

The emperor paused. Indeed, they were just cooperating, not being subordinate. On the surface, the master of Taiping Temple was respectful to him, but in fact, they were completely equal. He even had to rely on each other in some aspects.

"But it doesn't matter who Yan Luo is. What's important is Qianling Mausoleum."

When the word Qianling was mentioned, the master's eyes were filled with emotion, and he said, "Last year's snowstorm was stopped by Zhang Jiuyang, and this year's drought was also eliminated by Zhang Jiuyang. Your Majesty should think carefully about how to give Qianling... an explanation."

The emperor's face darkened and his expression flickered.

Even though he was the emperor, he seemed very afraid when he heard the word Qianling.

"I will go to Qianling Mausoleum to apologize myself, so you don't need to worry about it."

After a pause, he looked deeply at the Taiping Temple Master and said, "Don't forget what you promised me. Once we enter Qianling Mausoleum, all this chaos will end completely, and I will be able to help you avenge your hatred."

The master of the temple bowed and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has great talent and strategy, and will surely be able to realize his grand plan."

The emperor nodded, then pondered for a moment, as if he had been mentally preparing himself for a long time. Then he stood up and walked towards Qianling Mausoleum, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.

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"Zhang Jiuyang, you can't kill me. Likewise, I can't do anything to you in the mortal world."

The Lord's soul flew out from the head of the Red-haired Ghost King and stared at Zhang Jiuyang quietly, without a trace of emotion on his face.

Even when faced with provocation, the ruler of the underworld seemed to have no emotions and did not care.

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Zhang Jiuyang looked at him with his divine eyes and had already seen through his opponent's strengths and weaknesses.

Due to certain rules, the Lord of the Mansion cannot come to the world in person, but can only separate a part of his soul and possess other people to come to the world.

Moreover, it seems that He cannot take action directly in the world of the living, and He must rely on the bodies of others.

That's why he has only been transferring his magic power to the Red-haired Ghost King, and never taking any action himself.

In the previous battle, this part of the soul's magic power had been consumed, so the Lord gave up his disciple.

Of course, He was also very clear that facing the now completely different Zhang Jiuyang, the Red-haired Ghost King would have no chance of winning even if he was resurrected many times.

This young monk has already revealed a brilliance that no one can ignore, just like Zhuge Qixing back then.

"You are wrong. You can't do anything to me, but I may not be able to kill you."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were as cold as stars, and his voice was full of murderous intent. He said: "Your true body is hidden in the underworld. As long as we kill our way into the underworld, we will have a chance to kill you completely."

"No one in the underworld can kill me. Not even Zhuge Qixing back then, and not even you."

"Yeah?"

Zhang Jiuyang stroked the Pure Yang Sword in his hand and said calmly, "What if I want to try it?"

He was thinking whether he should ask Lu Zu to possess his body and rush into the underworld to kill the Lord of the Underworld.

In an instant, the Lord of the Mansion felt something in his heart. A hint of surprise appeared in his eyes, and his emotions fluctuated for the first time.

"It seems you are even more amazing than I thought."

"It's been six thousand years, and I feel threatened again. I remember the last time was in Mount Yanfu."

There was a hint of reminiscence in the Lord's eyes.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Zhang Jiuyang felt that He was now a living being, a living being with flesh and blood and emotions.

But what surprised Zhang Jiuyang the most was the phrase "six thousand years".

"Six thousand years ago, we became sworn brothers in Mount Yanfu. I became the new Lord of the Underworld with my instincts burning, but I wanted to kill people in the human world because of my impulsiveness."

He sighed softly for a long time, then slowly uttered a word.

"They betrayed the underworld."

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