The God and Buddha are actually me

The head...speaks?

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath, looked at the blood oozing out from under the sack, tried to stay calm, and asked: "Do you know how to get rid of these ghost soldiers?"

Although he was very curious about the origin of the head, Zhang Jiuyang knew that it was a critical moment and he had to ask the most important thing first.

The head in the sack was silent for a moment, and the voice continued.

"When you took my head, I thought you were a dead man, so I didn't say anything. After all, what can I say to a dead man?"

"But I didn't expect that you are quite capable. You actually repelled the attacks of the ghost soldiers twice in a row. This gave me a glimmer of hope. After all, there are some things... I still can't let go."

The voice of the head paused slightly, and then seemed to have made up some kind of determination and no longer hesitated.

"Masked boy, can you still use the magical power that summoned the fire giant just now?"

Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said: "I can still hold on for a while."

He deliberately kept a secret and did not say how long he could hold on.

After all, you have to be on guard against others, especially when it comes to a weird head that can talk.

Hearing Zhang Jiuyang's words, the head seemed to be relieved and said, "If that's the case, then we can still give it a try. Boy, do as I say next, maybe there is still a way to survive."

"First, use that magical power, break out of the encirclement, follow my instructions, and find your friend with a gun."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned. He didn't expect that he even knew about Li Yan.

"You have many tricks, but your cultivation is too weak. The man with the gun is really powerful, but unfortunately he is trapped by the underworld fog. He is getting further and further away from you. Although he has great skills, he will eventually be worn down to death by the endless stream of ghost soldiers."

"Underworld fog?"

The head explained: "These white fogs are underworld fogs. It is said that they are the bones of underground gods. They can communicate between the Yin and Yang worlds and confuse the gates. The ghost soldiers of the underworld can come with the fog and quickly reinforce the Yang world."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. No wonder those ghost soldiers can't be killed. This white fog is really the key!

"Underworld fog can also reduce the perception of cultivators and reverse the space of the Yin and Yang worlds. The man with the gun just lost his way and is almost in the territory of the underworld."

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that General Li Yan had not appeared for a long time. Moreover, after he ran out of the execution ground, he found that the surrounding environment had become a little strange, and it seemed that he was not in Luotian County.

These dark mists have the ability to confuse space. The places where they spread are like a maze. Even cultivators here lose their sense of direction. If they take a wrong step, they may come to a strange place.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang was secretly shocked.

The head was right. The eighth heavenly stem "Xin" never thought of letting him survive!

What is the difference between this mission and sending yourself to death?

"Boy, what are you still hesitating about? Use your magical powers to break out of the encirclement, walk three hundred steps to the east, and step on the Xun position!"

Seeing the ghost soldiers and the golden armored general coming to kill, the head began to urge.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at A Li.

A Li nodded and transmitted the voice: "Brother Jiu, I just did a divination. Although I can't figure out who he is, he has no malicious intentions."

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little relieved, so he could give it a try.

He has always been a cautious person. Just now, he seemed to be communicating with the head and asking for useful information, but in fact he was asking A Li to do a divination and calculate the details of the head.

Otherwise, if you do whatever others say, you will be killed sooner or later.

The golden-armored general casually pulled out one of his ribs, turned it into a new spear, and rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang.

But when he saw Zhang Jiuyang pinching the Lingguan Jue again, his scarlet eyes flashed, and he stopped without hesitation and retreated quickly.

The Yin soldiers continued to rush towards Zhang Jiuyang under his command.

The sky fire spread, and the Lingguan reappeared.

As the golden whip was waved, countless Yin soldiers turned into ashes and dissipated, and lightning and fire shot out from the sky eye, directly tearing a hole in the encirclement of the Yin soldiers.

Within ten feet, all evil spirits were wiped out!

Even A Li had to fly into the Yin puppet to protect herself.

A moment later, Zhang Jiuyang killed out of the Yin soldiers, quickly put away the Lingguan Jue to save mana, and then walked three hundred steps east according to the instructions of the head, stepping on the Xun position.

The next moment, a magical thing happened, and Zhang Jiuyang's figure disappeared instantly.

…

Somewhere unfamiliar.

The surroundings were covered by white fog, and there were corpses of ghost soldiers lying on the ground, and even three golden armored generals, all of whom were pierced in the throat by a gun, and blood was rolling.

Li Yan's eyes were cold, his posture was handsome, and he held a solid iron spear, and blood kept dripping from the tip of the spear.

Outside the execution ground, he realized something was wrong the moment the white fog rose, because the Imperial Observatory had recorded that wherever the ghost soldiers went, white fog suddenly appeared, and living people who encountered it were unknown, and there was no chance of survival.

The Imperial Observatory had an unwritten rule.

When encountering ghost soldiers, unless it was absolutely necessary, you must not take the initiative to provoke them. If a companion accidentally strayed into the white fog, the other person should retreat quickly and there was no need to rescue him.

It was not cold-bloodedness, but a lesson learned by the ancestors of the Imperial Observatory at the cost of their lives.

If it were someone else, they might have retreated decisively at that time. Even if the mission failed, the internal staff of the Imperial Observatory would not blame them because of the involvement of the ghost soldiers.

But Li Yan did not retreat but advanced.

Without any hesitation, he took the initiative to break into the white fog of the Yin soldiers, which was said to be a place of no return, and wanted to take Zhang Jiuyang away.

However, after walking a few steps, his eyes blurred and he found himself in a strange place. The surrounding was full of yin energy, with withered plants and trees, and life was bleak, which was completely unlike the scene in the world of the living.

Then, a large group of ghost soldiers appeared in the white fog and attacked.

He had already killed three waves of ghost soldiers, and the ground was full of broken corpses. The three golden-armored generals who led the soldiers were good at martial arts and could actually block fifty of his moves.

The blood was churning, and wisps of white smoke spurted out of his pores.

This was the heat generated in Li Yan's body during the battle just now. At this moment, he was like a furnace that had just been extinguished, quickly returning to peace and hiding all the yang energy.

However, the fetal breathing technique that had been effective in the face of evil spirits in the past seemed to have failed now.

Not long after walking, another wave of ghost soldiers came, and there were more of them, as many as four or five hundred. In addition to the three golden-armored generals, there was also a monster holding a soul-catching chain and wearing a black robe. He was even more burly and strong than the three golden-armored generals, and his breath was even more terrifying.

Li Yan still didn't say a word. He slightly side-glanced and stared at the mighty group of ghost soldiers with a cold look, his eyes were as fierce as a beast that would choose its prey.

The next moment, he dragged his gun and took the initiative to kill the ghost army. The sharp iron tip of the gun rubbed against the ground and produced a brilliant spark.

Although there was only one man and one gun, he was like a thousand troops. His thin body made a crackling sound, and his momentum rose steadily, like a volcano that suddenly woke up and was about to erupt.

His back was lonely, and his long gun was like a dragon.

Even if there were thousands of people, I would go.

...

It was another bloody battle.

Li Yan spat out the blood in his mouth, stepped on the corpse mountain of the ghost soldiers, held the gun with one arm, picked up the evil body in the black robe, stared at the other's face covered with red hair, and his eyes were boiling with fighting spirit.

"Is this all you can do?"

He turned the long gun and let the tip of the gun pierce deeply into the smelly and filthy heart.

"Tell me, where is Zhang Jiuyang?"

Li Yan also had many scars on his body at this moment. Although there were no fatal injuries, he was also bleeding. However, he ignored them and was thinking about his mission instead.

As a soldier, completing the mission is more important than his own life.

The evil spirit kept roaring, and his scarlet eyes were full of resentment, as if he wanted to eat Li Yan alive.

Li Yan twisted its neck and even cut off its head and carried it with him.

If the head of this level of ghost soldiers was brought back to the Imperial Observatory, it might be able to study a lot of secrets.

Of course, the premise is that he can get out alive.

Li Yan continued to walk forward, with a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

After a series of battles, fighting one against a thousand, even if he was a cultivator of the fourth realm, he was exhausted at this moment, and his muscles were even more painful.

If this goes on, he is likely to die in waves of ghost soldiers before finding Zhang Jiuyang.

In a trance, he thought of his wife and children who died of evil spirits, and the child who would wait at the door every time he came back from a mission, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The only regret is that he could not die on the battlefield of Jizhou, which he often dreamed of.

I really want to be with the old Duke again, riding a horse and holding a gun, and killing those Liao bandits who invaded our border and plundered the people!

I just don’t know how many of those old brothers are still alive now.

Just as he walked forward step by step, calmly welcoming the final curtain, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"General Li!"

"Hurry up and stay!"

Li Yan turned around suddenly, his eyes sharp.

The person who came was Zhang Jiuyang!

He did not show a look of surprise, but used his magic eyes to observe carefully, and only when he found that there was no evil spirit was slightly relieved.

It seems that the mission has not failed.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the corpses of the Yin soldiers on the ground, and even a lot of golden armored generals, and he was stunned.

He thought Li Yan was very fierce, but he didn’t expect it to be so fierce.

There should be thousands of corpses on this ground.

What frightened him secretly was that almost all of these corpses were killed in one shot, either by piercing the throat or the heart.

What a terrible spearmanship!

Sure enough, those who can become the Lingtailang of the Imperial Observatory are not ordinary people.

The next moment, the old voice sounded again in the sack in Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

"A pure iron spear can scare thousands of people. It is a tiger on the ground and a dragon in the sea."

"You should be the Lingtailang of the Imperial Observatory, the tiger dragon Li Yan."

Li Yan's eyes condensed, looking at the sack stained with blood, the spear in his hand flashed, and murderous intent suddenly rose.

There is an evil breath in the sack!

Zhang Jiuyang said quickly: "General Li, the head inside is my goal, and he knows the dark fog very well, and can show us the way out."

After a pause, he asked again: "General Li, how much mana do you have left now?"

He used the Lingguan Jue several times along the way, and now the mana in his body is less than 30%, almost reaching the bottom, and he can only hope that Li Yan still has some spare power.

"There is still 50%."

Li Yan's words made Zhang Jiuyang show a hint of joy.

This buddy is really fierce. After breaking a thousand with one, he still has half of his mana.

The voice in the sack also relaxed a little.

"Now continue to follow my words, and you should be able to return to Luotian County in a moment, but you may encounter ghost soldiers during this period, try to break through, and don't fight."

As soon as the voice fell, murderous aura came from all around.

The figures of the ghost soldiers appeared one after another, surrounding them tightly.

Zhang Jiuyang showed a bitter smile, and then slowly pulled out the sword to kill the ghosts, not caring about the wound on the tiger's mouth.

The Lingguan Jue consumed too much mana, and now he could only rely on swordsmanship to kill.

Ah Li flew out of the Yin puppet, and her small body stood in front of him, saying crisply: "Don't be afraid, brother Jiu, Ah Li will protect you!"

Unconsciously, she has grown into Zhang Jiuyang's right-hand man.

Even Li Yan looked at Ah Li in surprise.

This little ghost girl is affectionate and righteous.

"Just follow closely, don't fall behind."

Li Yan's voice was not loud, but there was a kind of decisive confidence, which gave people infinite confidence.

Then, he let go of the spear and stood it on the ground, then stepped on Kuigang, with Jingwen in his left hand and Wulong in his right hand, chanting the Tianshui Hengliu Curse in his mouth.

"Water from the sky, water from the ground, water from the rivers and lakes, all flow into one cavity, and flow for thousands of miles..."

Magic, spit into a river!

The next moment, he spurted out a torrent of water, like a rolling river in the sky, raising huge waves, and rushed towards the iron-clad army of Yin soldiers.

In an instant, the army of Yin soldiers was washed away in pieces, and people and horses were thrown upside down.

The so-called spit into a river is a very magical Taoist magic. After it is cultivated, the abdomen is like a big lake, which can hold a river of water. When it is sprayed out in a critical moment, it can collapse mountains and raze them to the ground.

Zhang Jiuyang finally knew why General Li Yan was called a tiger dragon.

The tiger dragon is a strange beast in the sea, with a fish body and a snake tail. It likes to eat tigers, can stir up wind and waves, overturn rivers and seas, and belongs to the category of dragons.

It seems that in addition to spearmanship, General Li is best at water magic.

He carried a spear on his back, holding Zhang Jiuyang in one hand and Xiao A Li in the other. With the help of the mighty river, he actually performed the art of water escape.

In an instant, the two men and the ghost turned into water and quickly escaped from the encirclement of the ghost soldiers. Following the instructions of the head, they went far away.

They ran for an unknown period of time until the water dried up, the river disappeared, and the two men and the ghost appeared again.

They returned to Luotian County, not in the execution ground, but in front of a temple.

There was a white fog spreading in the distance, and it seemed that the ghost soldiers would not give up until they caught them.

"We are here, it's here, go in quickly!"

The voice in the sack urged.

Zhang Jiuyang looked up at the plaque of the temple, his pupils trembled, and he actually saw three familiar words.

Dragon King Temple!

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