The God and Buddha are actually me

Under the water of Hongjiang River, the battle became more and more intense.

The wind was surging, the waves were surging, the dragon roared continuously, the water surface was almost full of red, and countless fish and shrimps were affected and became floating corpses.

Boom!

There were constant muffled sounds in the sky, as if trying to attract thunder, but the lightning flashed a few times, but it was slow to fall.

A trace of joy flashed in the single eye of the Painted Skin Master, which meant that the white dragon's magic power was about to be exhausted and it could no longer attract the thunder in the sky.

Thinking of this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This white dragon was really hard to deal with, and it was stronger than he expected. If he hadn't made sufficient preparations and mobilized a helper from the sixth realm, he might have failed.

Thinking of the dragon ball that was going to be divided, his heart ached slightly, but no matter what, it was worth it.

Wasn't it for that thing that he had been guarding Yangzhou for so many years?

Roar!

A monster-like roar sounded from the bottom of the water, which was also like a dragon's roar, but it was somewhat ambiguous.

"Painted Skin Master, it's agreed that the dragon ball belongs to me!"

"She has been seriously injured and can't hold on for much longer!"

Heavy rain fell, and dark clouds covered the moon.

It seemed to be wailing for the misfortune of a real dragon.

Boom!

At this moment, countless brilliant thunders fell and bombarded the trees around Hongjiang. In an instant, the earth shook, thunder and fire soared into the sky, and countless screams rang out.

Those were the surviving subordinates of the Painted Skin Master. They were guarding the surroundings and killing the people who strayed in. However, at this moment, they became the lambs to be slaughtered.

"Kill!!!"

In the dark night, the wind was blowing, the roar was deafening, and countless rampant soldiers rushed out, holding bloody swords, brave and incomparable, like a tide, killing the subordinates of the Painted Skin Master, and in an instant, they were in close combat.

Huh!

With a flap of wings, a terrifying figure two meters tall fell from the sky, stepping on the ground to create cracks. It had a green face and fangs, hair like cinnabar, and two bloody knives that were winding and terrifying, emitting a strong smell of blood.

The Painted Skin Master completely ignored this huge monster, but locked his eyes firmly on the man standing on the monster's shoulder.

The black robe and ghost face, standing with his hands behind his back, was like a demon descending on the earth, and hundreds of ghosts followed him at night.

"Yan-Luo!"

The single eye under the Painted Skin Master's mask instantly turned blood red, and his hateful eyes stabbed at the tall figure like a knife.

"I said, you shouldn't come to Qingzhou."

Zhang Jiuyang did not speak, but spoke with ventriloquism, his voice was like thunder, powerful and loud, and intimidating without anger.

The Painted Skin Master was furious and said, "Yan Luo, I didn't provoke you when I came to Qingzhou, you are meddling too much!"

"I said, you shouldn't have come to Qingzhou, let alone steal my prey."

"That white dragon is my mount."

The Painted Skin Master sneered and said, "Are you kidding a three-year-old? The strength of that white dragon is no less than you and me, how could it be your mount?"

Zhang Jiuyang said lightly, "Now, take your people and get out of Qingzhou immediately, otherwise..."

Under the mask, his eyes turned red little by little, as if there was a blazing flame burning, the terrible hostility almost condensed into substance, there was an invisible deterrent.

"I'll kill you."

As his voice fell, the shouts of the rampant soldiers became stronger and stronger. They had taken the upper hand, like an indestructible undead army, withering grass and trees wherever they went, and the yin energy was pervasive.

The people of the Painted Skin Master had strong cultivation, but many of them died under the thunder of the white dragon, and the survivors were also injured. Facing such a fierce undead army, they were on the verge of collapse after holding on for a moment.

The Painted Skin Master's pupils condensed. These seemed to be ghost soldiers. Could it be that this mysterious Yama came from the underworld?

No wonder he could take Chen Er's head away from the ghost soldiers, and no wonder he suddenly appeared and was so arrogant. It turned out that he came from the strange and unpredictable underworld.

He thought he saw through Yama's background, and he was more afraid in his heart.

The higher the cultivation, the more he knew that this world was not simple. There were many great terrors in the dark, so even an existence like him did not dare to act too arrogantly.

For fear of being targeted by those real terrors.

The underworld is one of them.

"Yan Luo, this dragon... I want it!"

Although he was more afraid in his heart, the Painted Skin Master did not retreat at all.

He has put in too much effort to slay the dragon this time. If he gives up after being threatened, how can he have face in the future?

Not to mention that it was the person who caused him to dig out one of his eyes.

Even if Yan Luo really came from the underworld, he would kill him!

"Painted Skin Master, fuck your grandmother, why are you distracted again, quickly control the formation!"

A voice sounded from the bottom of the water, furious.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Hongjiang and saw the two huge monsters flashing under the water. One of them was a white dragon, but the snow-white jade-like scales were almost stained red with blood at this moment, and there were many scars on the body, and the flesh could be seen.

Whoosh!

Ao Ya turned into a young dragon and rushed into the water without hesitation to help his sister.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart sank, knowing that with such a serious injury, the dragon girl could not hold on for too long.

"A Li, go help the dragon girl."

He transmitted the sound with magic power.

"Okay, Brother Nine, be careful!"

Ali flapped her wings and rushed to the bottom of the water. The soldiers who rushed over also followed her to support the dragon girl and killed the monster under the water.

"Painted Skin Master, what are you doing?"

The voice under the water sounded, obviously a little angry.

Seeing that the mission was about to be accomplished, why did so many people suddenly come to kill?

"Brown Three!"

The voice of the Painted Skin Master sounded, particularly solemn.

"Bai Long has also recruited helpers. I will stop the most powerful one. You quickly kill Bai Long and take his dragon ball!"

"One eye, who do you want to stop?"

The golden mole on Zhang Jiuyang's palm instantly spread, turning into gold foil and spreading all over his body. From head to toe, he bloomed with an eternal golden light, as bright as the sun and as dazzling as a rainbow.

Even his red pupils were dyed with gold.

It was an indescribable power. The terrifying power brewed in the flesh and blood was enough to move mountains and overturn rivers and seas.

This is... the immortal golden body?

A hint of enlightenment emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. If the first two levels still had the color of martial arts, then the third level had already involved the realm of God.

The flesh is extraordinary and indestructible, the blood is like the sun, and there is a diamond power in every move, like a dragon and an elephant, and it is invulnerable to all evil.

The golden body of Buddhism is indeed unique.

The Painted Skin Master's one eye was shocked, and he even shed tears because of the golden light. This golden light of Buddhism also restrained him.

"Are you from Buddhism?"

He couldn't help but ask, with a look of horror.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't answer. Under the mask, the red-gold eyes had almost no human emotions, and were extremely cold.

Time is precious, try to kill him!

Boom!

He tapped his feet lightly, and the ground cracked inch by inch. His body was like a golden lightning, and the sound of breaking through the air was thunderous, extremely domineering.

The Painted Skin Master reacted very quickly. He formed seals with his hands, and afterimages flashed by.

"Curse!"

He recited a mysterious scripture, and the hand seals were also very strange. He actually reversed the Taoist seal of gathering luck.

A strange power fell on Zhang Jiuyang, as if countless evil spirits were dragging his body and gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Zhang Jiuyang's golden fist paused slightly.

But it was only a slight pause.

The next moment, a golden wave of blood burst out, rising into the sky like a wolf smoke, accompanied by the red Jade Pivot Sky Fire.

The so-called curse power was swept away in an instant.

Boom!

He punched the Painted Skin Master, and in an instant, the flesh and blood blurred, turning into pieces of flesh, splattering everywhere.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly.

The next moment, the pieces of flesh turned into a broken straw man.

"Yan Luo! You are looking for death!!"

A trace of pain flashed in the Painted Skin Master's one eye. Obviously, the straw man who could die in place of death was very precious.

He formed a seal again, but this time it was not a spell, but a Taoist magic.

"All gods of heaven and earth, listen to my command, grass and trees become horses, insects and ants become soldiers..."

He just pointed his finger, and the grass and trees fell down and turned into war horses, and those insects and ants turned into demon soldiers, riding war horses to kill Zhang Jiuyang.

However, the figure shrouded in golden light and sky fire was too overbearing. Zhang Jiuyang did not dodge at all, and continued to kill the Painted Skin Master like lightning.

All the swords and weapons that slashed on him were shattered, and the monster soldiers and war horses were washed away by the golden blood wave.

The Painted Skin Master's pupils condensed, and he successfully performed the escape technique before Zhang Jiuyang broke his neck.

His figure disappeared, which was a very rare moonlight escape technique, which could temporarily hide his body in the moonlight, just like those moon demons.

Zhang Jiuyang instantly realized that the Painted Skin Master still had the moon demon's mask.

The moon demon was originally invisible and formless, but he could also peel off his skin and make a mask. It can be seen that the Painted Skin's magical power is no longer attached to appearance, and has been cultivated to the pinnacle.

From the previous spell, to cutting grass as a horse, picking ants as soldiers, and now the moonlight escape technique, the Painted Skin Master's methods are not only diverse, but also have a huge span.

Evil cultivators, Taoist sects, demons...

The golden light in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes was still bright, but he began to feel a little tricky.

He couldn't keep fighting like this, otherwise the time of an incense stick would soon pass, and he had to change his mind!

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and he took a deep breath, like a whale sucking water, sucking all the moonlight from all directions into his mouth and nose.

A ray of moonlight escaped and turned into the Painted Skin Master.

He formed a seal again, and it was another new spell, as if he had infinite magical powers and all kinds of means.

Zhang Jiuyang ignored it, but turned around decisively and killed to the bottom of Hongjiang River.

Since you like to hide, then kill the one who can't hide, and then join forces with the Dragon Girl.

Bang!

Splashing water, his body fell into the water, like a huge stone weighing thousands of pounds, smashing towards the figure who was still fighting.

Zhang Jiuyang finally saw the monster in the water clearly.

It turned out to be a dragon, a very strange dragon.

It was about a hundred feet long, covered with red scales, and looked very much like a real dragon, but its temperament was very evil, without the innate nobility and mystery of the dragon race.

The reason why it was called weird was that there were a lot of weeds and mosses on the dragon's body, as well as some red hair, which looked very dirty and filthy.

This dragon, named Brown Three, was extremely powerful. When the white dragon was seriously injured, Ao Ya, A Li and Chang Bing joined forces and were defeated.

Ao Ya didn't know how many times she was beaten by the opponent. Cracks appeared on her black dragon scales, and blood oozed out.

But she was not afraid, nor did she cry out in pain. She bravely rushed forward again and again, and bit off the opponent's hair even if she was injured.

Ali's two swords slashed on the dragon scales, sparks flew, and only white marks were left. Even the weapons and bites of the rampant soldiers could not break through the defense, and could only slow down the dragon's movements.

Ali slashed and killed while desperately casting spells, and blood kept flowing from her eyes.

The dragon's eyes were dazed several times, and it hit the stone wall by itself. It was furious, and the dragon horns on its head burst into red light and shot towards Ali.

Fortunately, the white dragon swung its tail and swept Ali away in time, so it avoided the red light.

The stone walls illuminated by the red light actually melted directly, like magma, and quickly cooled in the water.

The white dragon was already very weak, and her blood was almost drained, and her white dragon body was covered with scars.

"Ao Ya, go!"

"Take Ao Ya away!"

Her voice was a little anxious.

The red dragon laughed and said, "No one wants to leave!"

At this time, a voice sounded above its head.

"That's right, no one can leave."

Then, a figure fell from the sky like a meteor, hitting its dragon head, and directly stepped on the dragon body of more than a hundred feet into the mud at the bottom of the water.

The white dragon was startled, and its glass-like dragon eyes looked at the slender figure shrouded in golden light and fire.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped on the dragon head and raised his golden fist, with murderous intent in his red eyes.

"Can you bully my mount?"

Boom! ! !

The earth trembled, and huge waves splashed.

"Master Painted Skin, are you dead!!!"

The cry of a dragon was faintly heard under the mud at the bottom of the water.

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