The God and Buddha are actually me

In the Hongjiang River, the waves were raging.

A golden figure could be vaguely seen, and a red dragon over a hundred feet long was roaring.

With the blessing of the Immortal Golden Body, Zhang Jiuyang's body had the power of the Seventh Realm. Although the red dragon was strong, it was still defeated under the golden fists.

Fists hit the flesh, and the bottom of the water roared like thunder. The surging air waves crashed against the stone wall, shaking the embankments on both sides.

The red dragon's body was too big, and it could not hide and dodge like the Painted Skin Master, so it could only fight Zhang Jiuyang head-on.

But this was the favorite fighting method of the Immortal Golden Body.

Roar!

There were terrifying fist marks on the red dragon's hard head, and the red scales were also torn apart by the fist force, revealing flesh and blood.

Strangely, the blood it shed was not red, but brown.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't have any injuries on his body. The monk didn't lie. Under the eighth realm, he was indestructible. No matter the bite and collision of the red dragon or the red light shot from its dragon horn, it couldn't damage his golden body.

But as the battle became more intense, he could feel that the golden light on his body was gradually weakening.

The mana left by the monk was being consumed rapidly, and he had to be distracted by the sneak attack of the Painted Skin Master.

Speak of the devil, the devil appears.

Splash!

The water surged and condensed into the appearance of the Painted Skin Master. It turned out to be the most authentic water escape technique of Taoism.

As he formed seals with his hands, streams of water surged, like a water dragon tumbling, forming a whirlpool under Zhang Jiuyang's feet and rolling him up.

The red dragon seized this hard-won gap and used its body as a rope to wrap Zhang Jiuyang, and then a brilliant red light bloomed on the dragon's horn, which was more dazzling than any previous time.

It was obviously going to fight to the death.

The Painted Skin Master's eyes flashed, and he moved, and actually came to the severely injured and exhausted White Dragon. His palm was like a knife, and he cut it at the seven inches of the White Dragon.

The White Dragon cried, and a crystal clear white dragon ball flew out of its abdomen and was held in the hand of the Painted Skin Master.

Roar!

This time it was the Red Dragon that cried.

Zhang Jiuyang tore the dragon meat, bathed in dragon blood, and shook the red light that could melt gold and iron, and punched it on the dragon horn.

The White Dragon's cry made Zhang Jiuyang's murderous intent boil in his heart. This punch was domineering and unparalleled. The Jade Pivot Sky Fire was lingering on his fist, and the power of the Golden Body was stimulated to the extreme. The golden light on his fist was comparable to the sun.

From a distance, it was as if he held the sun in the palm of his hand and used it as a weapon to hit the Red Dragon.

Boom!

A dragon horn was directly broken, and the Red Dragon's huge body flew like a cannonball, and countless scales exploded, unable to resist the terrible fist force.

Fear finally appeared in its eyes. Seeing the terrifying figure that was as bright as the sun and indestructible, it knew that if it continued to fight, it would probably die here.

Roar!

It turned around and wanted to escape. At the same time, the Painted Skin Master who got the Dragon Ball also made a seal with his hands and prepared to escape.

After seeing the terrifying power of Yama Luo, he had already determined in his heart that the other party was a great Buddhist monk, and at the same time had a close relationship with the underworld.

Such a person, who knows how many cards he has hidden, he plans to go back to increase his strength first, and then wait for an opportunity to take revenge.

Although it was a pity to only get the Dragon Ball without peeling the dragon skin, he couldn't care so much at the moment.

However, Zhang Jiuyang didn't agree.

The anger in his eyes became more and more intense. Under complete indulgence, the Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire used the anger as nourishment and burned more and more vigorously, boiling the entire Hongjiang River.

There was even a red-gold flame burning above the Hongjiang River, forming a spectacle of golden flames on the water.

Under normal circumstances, even if he broke through to the third realm, he would definitely be seriously injured by such a terrifying sky fire. However, now that he is protected by the indestructible golden body, he can act recklessly.

Boom!

He grabbed the red dragon's tail, and under the sky fire, the opponent's dragon scales were burned and melted, showing a charred black color.

The red dragon felt pain, but before it could cry out, Zhang Jiuyang swung his figure like a long whip and smashed it towards the Painted Skin Master who was about to escape.

"Stop!"

The Painted Skin Master was so frightened that he actually used the Taoist immobilization technique.

In an instant, even the rolling water was frozen, the surrounding time and space seemed to be still, and even the smashing red dragon stopped in place, with only two pupils moving slightly.

The handprint of the Painted Skin Master who performed the immobilization technique was shaking constantly, as if he was under some huge pressure, and the veins on his palms were bulging.

Damn, it can't be fixed!

In a flash, his handprint was forcibly separated, and the red dragon came again, and faster than the red dragon was a figure shrouded in golden light.

Boom!

Zhang Jiuyang held his neck, and the figures of the two fell like meteorites, deeply smashed into the stone wall, and penetrated dozens of feet.

The sky fire burned the stone red, and also burned the neck of the Painted Skin Master black.

Zhang Jiuyang's golden pupils were filled with hostility, and murderous intent swept his mind. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the Spirit Officer, and wanted to burn all the evil spirits in the world to ashes!

"I caught you..."

He raised his golden fist and was about to smash it, but his pupils condensed.

I saw that the body of the Painted Skin Master was gradually disappearing and becoming transparent, as if he had gone from one world to another.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the Yellow Spring Order glowed with black light, and wanted to take Zhang Jiuyang to participate in the Yellow Spring Banquet.

Of course, he could freely choose whether to participate.

Just now, the Painted Skin Master took the opportunity to escape.

Zhang Jiuyang grinned, his eyes full of hostility, almost condensed into substance, with a kind of madness and murderous intent that made people shudder.

"Want to run?"

"No way."

Glancing at the frightened Chilong who was fleeing in panic, Zhang Jiuyang's figure gradually disappeared.

Chasing!

From the sky to the underworld!

...

The junction of Yin and Yang, Mount Yanfu.

After officially becoming a Heavenly Stem and the master of the Underworld Order, every gathering will be directly held in Mount Yanfu, without having to walk through the Underworld again.

The Heavenly Stems had just sat down and had not had time to speak when they saw two figures falling like fireballs and crashing into the top of the mountain.

In an instant, the entire Mount Yanfu trembled.

I saw a figure being pressed down, and even with the clouds and smoke covering his face and breath, he could still feel his embarrassment.

It turned out to be the Painted Skin Master.

The other figure was surrounded by golden light and heavenly fire, with a majestic and invincible divine power. The terrifying hostility moved the knowledgeable Heavenly Stems.

It was Yama!

Yan Luo is suppressing the Painted Skin Master!

They fought from the human world all the way to the underworld?

Oh my god!

The irritable old brother was stunned. Is it so... cruel?

The two-faced Buddha stared at the brilliant golden light that could not be obscured by the clouds and smoke, and felt the power of the golden body that was as bright as the sun falling to the ground. His pupils suddenly froze.

He looked at Yan Luo with doubt.

The Moon Goddess, who appeared at the underworld banquet for the first time since Zhang Jiuyang joined, looked at the domineering and arrogant figure quietly, and a strange color flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Su Nu admired Yan Luo very much. She thought it was an exaggeration, but now it seems that Su Nu seemed to be a little conservative.

That was the Painted Skin Master. She and the Painted Skin Master had been secretly competing for so many years, but it was the first time she saw him so miserable.

Originally, she did have the idea of ​​sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, and then the fisherman benefited, but now it seems that Yan Luo is indeed the tiger, and the Painted Skin Master seems to have become the cat.

For a moment, these self-important heavenly stems all showed strange colors in their eyes, and no one knew what they were thinking.

"Die!!"

Zhang Jiuyang shouted angrily, holding down the neck of the Painted Skin Master with one hand and punching him with the other hand.

The Painted Skin Master formed a seal again, and it was unknown what magic he was going to cast.

Zhang Jiuyang reacted very quickly, and in an instant, his fist turned into a palm, and his fingers with golden light turned into an indestructible magic weapon in the world, breaking one of the Painted Skin Master's fingers and interrupting his seal.

With a crisp sound, the finger was actually broken off by him, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Let's see how you can form a seal!

The Painted Skin Master was also tough, and he didn't say a word. The one eye shot out a resentful look, and the blood color gradually spread, as if some kind of illusion was cast.

But Zhang Jiuyang, who was already controlled by the evil spirit and full of murderous intent in his heart, was still attacking by relying on the instinct of his body even though he was in an illusion!

He raised the broken finger, the nail was long and sharp, and there was a lot of black dirt inside besides blood.

Swish!

Zhang Jiuyang used the broken finger as a weapon and stabbed at the single eye of the Painted Skin Master.

The Painted Skin Master quickly turned his head, and although he avoided the only remaining eye, he was stabbed in the left eye socket that was dug out by Zhang Jiuyang.

Blood splattered.

At this moment, even the most aggressive and irritable Old Seven took a breath.

He slammed the table and stood up, and couldn't help shouting: "Ninth Brother, good fight!"

"Enjoy it!"

Several pairs of eyes stared at him, but he was not afraid at all, and cursed: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen my ninth brother show his power?"

Although he had entered the underworld earlier, he now looked amazed and impressed, and even willing to call Yan Luo the ninth brother.

For him, Yan Luo was really too temperamental, and he was stronger, more domineering and more fierce than him.

For such a person, calling him the ninth brother is not a loss of face.

Seeing the miserable state of the Painted Skin Master, he was now truly convinced.

At the same time, Zhang Jiuyang also broke through the illusion. He had no expression on his face and continued to swing his golden fist, wanting to smash the Painted Skin Master to death on Mount Yanfu in front of all the Heavenly Stems!

The Painted Skin Master would naturally not sit and wait for death. He suddenly opened his mouth, and under the mask, a small black skull rushed out of his mouth and bit Zhang Jiuyang.

The skull seemed to be his trump card, extremely yin and filthy, extremely resentful and poisonous. As soon as it appeared, it caused a surging gloomy wind, and even the Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire could not burn it.

Just as the two were about to fight to the death, a figure suddenly appeared.

One hand pressed down Zhang Jiuyang's fist, and the other hand pressed down the black skull.

Boom!

The powerful force flowing in his body was enough to crush a mountain into pieces, but he stood still and stood still like an abyss.

The Jade Pivot Heavenly Fire tried to burn his clothes, but was blocked by an invisible force.

"The Huangquan Banquet is not a battlefield."

"If you two must fight to the death, go out and fight."

The voice of Tianzun sounded, like thunder, echoing in the Nine Netherworlds.

Instantly, all the Heavenly Stems looked solemn.

Since the incident at the Duke's Mansion that year, Tianzun had not taken action for a long time. Unexpectedly, he had to show up to stop Yan Luo this time.

A discerning person can see that Yan Luo has an absolute advantage, and the one who can survive in the end must be him.

Although Tianzun blocked the attacks of both of them at the same time, the situation was slightly different.

Although Tianzun held down Yan Luo's fist, the golden light on the fist was still bright, while the other skeleton was dimmed and trembling.

The difference was immediately clear.

The Jade Pivot Sky Fire on Zhang Jiuyang's body slowly dissipated, and his red eyes gradually regained clarity.

His whole body was emitting white smoke.

He was secretly afraid that if he had not had the immortal golden body, he would have been burned to death by his own flames this time.

"Okay, I will give Tianzun a favor, but the premise is that he will hand over the dragon ball."

He stood up, his voice was calm, and the golden light on his body finally dissipated.

The time for the immortal golden body has come.

The punch just now was the last strength of the golden body. Zhang Jiuyang wanted to kill the Painted Skin Master, but since Tianzun stopped him, he just took advantage of the situation.

At this moment, the Painted Skin Master was in a very embarrassed state, with his own broken finger stuck in his eye socket, his body covered in blood, and many places were charred.

He put away the black skull, pulled out the broken finger, and stared at Zhang Jiuyang, as if he wanted to eat his flesh and blood.

Tianzun looked at him and said, "Give it to Yan Luo."

The Painted Skin Master almost bit his teeth to pieces, but he also knew that if Tianzun had not stopped him just now, he would most likely be beaten to death by Yan Luo.

Yan Luo took a step back. If he dared not to give Tianzun face, the consequences would only be more serious.

Therefore, although his heart was bleeding, he still took out the dragon ball that he had obtained with great difficulty and threw it to Zhang Jiuyang.

"Yan Luo, I will settle this account with you again!"

"Haha, you are welcome anytime."

Zhang Jiuyang put away the dragon ball from the dragon girl, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He said lightly: "Next time, no one will save you."

Tianzun ignored the gunpowder in the words of the two people, and his figure flashed and sat back on the Jia throne.

"The Yellow Spring Feast, let's start."

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