The God and Buddha are actually me

Hearing Lao Qi's curse, the Painted Skin Master's expression froze.

This old seventh man has always been irritable and looked down upon by everyone, but since Yama joined Huang Quan, he seems to have become a different person, always speaking for Yama.

It's true that the bastard fell in love with the mung bean.

"Painted Skin Master, I also think you have gone too far. Yama spared you from death. Is this how you repay me?"

What surprised the painting owner even more was that the Moon God, who had always been neutral, actually spoke up for Yama for some reason.

He suddenly felt powerless.

Before Yama could speak, two of the ten Heavenly Stems spoke up for him. This was because the Taiyin had not come.

How long has it been since he joined Huangquan?

A chill arose in the painting's skin owner's heart, and his eyes became particularly solemn.

Not only was this person great at fighting, but his ability to win over people's hearts was even more impressive. He had actually become a faction without even realizing it.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, this was the benefit of being strong enough.

If going up the mountain before was just to help him gain a foothold in the Underworld, then beating the Painted Skin Master in front of the rest of the Heavenly Stems now is to establish his authority.

Lao Qi admired him, and Luna also felt that he was more valuable and a reliable ally.

If Taiyin is added to it, he will become a small circle of four Heavenly Stems in the underworld. Although it is loose, it has begun to take shape.

Moreover, among evil spirits, the strong are respected. As long as he is strong enough, he can gradually become the core of this small circle and even expand the circle.

As for the owner of the painting, he has become closer to the tiger and the double-faced Buddha, and the three of them have more frequent transactions.

Xuan Su was too cold, barely spoke, and had no sense of presence.

As for the Heavenly Lord, he is transcendent.

"Painted Skin Master, there is another piece of news that should be of great interest to you. Consider it a bonus for this transaction."

The Double-Faced Buddha smiled slightly, took the initiative to change the topic, and helped the painting owner find a place to get off.

After all, the current Yama is no longer the newcomer who just joined, but an important member that no Heavenly Stem can ignore.

He insisted on biting someone without any conclusive evidence. He was really beaten to death in public, and Tianzun had nothing to say.

"What news?"

The Painted Skin Master calmed down and understood this truth, so he stopped paying attention to Lao Qi's curses and turned to talk to the Double-Faced Buddha.

"It seems that Qintian Prison is going to make a big move. Many Si Chen, Ling Tailang and even the prison lords are rushing to Yangzhou. It is said that..."

The Double-Faced Buddha glanced at Yama and said with a smile: "It is said that it is to eradicate Yama."

"fart!"

"What do you mean by eradicating Yama? Yangzhou is obviously my territory, and Qingzhou belongs to Yama. It's obvious that they are coming for me!"

The owner of the painting suddenly became nervous. Yangzhou was his territory. The most important thing was that he was not in Yangzhou yet. If that thing was discovered by someone from Qintian Prison...

For a while, he began to feel restless and worried about gains and losses.

"Haha, I heard that the people from Qintian Prison searched Qingzhou but couldn't find Lord Yama. It wouldn't be surprising if they went to Yangzhou to search..."

After a pause, the Moon God joked: "Some people should not eat chicken but lose rice. That would be embarrassing."

The owner of the painting clenched his fists, and blood continued to seep from the severed finger, but he didn't care.

At this moment, his mind was no longer on the Huangquan Banquet, and he could not wait to rush back to Yangzhou immediately to take care of his lair.

I felt a little unlucky in my heart.

Why does everything go wrong as soon as it encounters this Yama?

He had previously felt that he had people massacre the village and deliberately left bloody words to frame it for Yama, Gao Ming, but now he really wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

Perhaps it was this that aroused the anger of Qin Tianjian, who made Qin Tianjian spend a lot of manpower to search Yangzhou and eradicate Yama Luo.

But Yangzhou is obviously my territory!

How could I be so confused that I take the blame for Yama?

"In that case, the Huangquan Banquet is over."

As Tianzun's words fell, everyone's figures gradually disappeared, and Yanfu Mountain became calm again.

But not long after, two figures appeared on Yanfu Mountain again.

One is Tianzun, and the other is the fifth Tianqian Xuansu who has the least sense of existence.

"Owner."

Xuan Su spoke again, the coldness in his voice disappeared, and there was a rare tenderness.

"If this continues, only one of Painted Skin Master and Yama Luo will survive. If we want to work together for ten days, I don't know how long it will take. Do you want me to go..."

"No need."

Tianzun's voice sounded very calm, and the eyes under the mask had the meaning of vicissitudes of life, as deep as the abyss.

"Those who can survive are called Heavenly Stewards."

"Who does the master think will win?"

Tianzun didn't hesitate at all and said decisively: "Yam Luo."

Xuansu was a little surprised and said: "Master, although this Yama is very strong, the Painted Skin Master is the reincarnation of that person. At the moment of life and death, Yama can't win."

Tianzun smiled lightly and said: "In that case, let's enjoy the show."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Xuan Su's eyes. After a long time, he said: "Master, if this Yama is really that strong, then I should check his details. After all, this person is too mysterious, as if he jumped out of thin air."

After a pause, she said in a deep voice: "Isn't he from there?"

Tianzun tapped his fingers lightly on the throne and said: "Don't break the rules, Yama, I will observe it myself."

"yes!"

…

Zhang Jiuyang appeared in the human world again, not under the water of Hongjiang River, but on a hill not far from Hongjiang River.

Ten feet away, the figure of the Painted Skin Master also slowly emerged.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart condensed. Now he no longer had the immortal golden body, and only had the cultivation of the third realm, which was definitely not the opponent of the Painted Skin Master.

There would be random errors when returning to the human world through the Yellow Spring Order. Unexpectedly, the two of them were just assigned together.

The time to test his acting skills has come.

Zhang Jiuyang knew that if he showed any flaws next, he would be skinned and pulled out by the Painted Skin Master who hated him to the bone, and his bones would be crushed to ashes.

Lifting his feet, Zhang Jiuyang was about to speak when he saw the Painted Skin Master's face suddenly change, and his body instantly disappeared into the ground, like a frightened bird.

"Yan Luo, we will settle our accounts with you later!"

Actually... escaped?

Zhang Jiuyang's mouth twitched. He hadn't started to perform yet, but the Painted Skin Master was more nervous than himself and escaped directly with the escape technique.

He breathed a sigh of relief, touched the dragon ball in his arms, felt the vast energy in it, and knew that the matter had finally come to an end.

But he was not ready to let it go.

Letting the Imperial Observatory go to Yangzhou in the name of eradicating Yan Luo was just a delaying tactic. Since the Painted Skin Master had framed him, he would use this stigma to turn the tables on him.

Encircle Wei to save Zhao.

At the Huangquan Banquet, the Painted Skin Master was already restless.

But after all, the other party had been operating Yangzhou for many years. The Imperial Observatory's action this time was probably only to sweep away some small fish and shrimps, and could not bring a fatal blow to it.

Looking at the dragon ball in his hand, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flickered slightly.

Although the Dragon Girl was indifferent, it was impossible not to avenge such a great hatred. Next, he might have to go to Yangzhou to see if he could destroy the Painted Skin Master's nest in one fell swoop and completely end this grudge.

It is impolite not to return the favor.

Zhang Jiuyang has made up his mind to get rid of this poisonous snake hiding in the dark as soon as possible!

But how to lay out the plan needs to be carefully planned.

…

Under the water of Hongjiang River.

Ah Li has already collected the soldiers. This time, the soldiers first fought bloody battles with the subordinates of the Painted Skin Master, and then rushed into the water to support Bai Long, with heavy casualties.

Although they have the characteristics of immortality, even if they die, they can be resurrected in the Five-horse Altar, but this process takes time, and they have to start training again after resurrection.

"Sister Longnu, hold on a little longer!"

"Brother Jiu should be back soon!"

Looking at the dying white dragon, Ah Li's voice was a little choked.

Especially seeing her new playmate Ao Ya, who turned into a black dragon and kept offering her sister with his head, licking her sister's wounds with his tongue, and making mournful cries from time to time.

The grief of watching her loved ones leave but being powerless reminded Ah Li of her father.

Bai Long's glass-colored pupils became increasingly dim, and he stared at his foolish sister quietly, as if he wanted to say something, but he was completely unable to speak.

She was seriously injured, and the most fatal thing was that she lost the dragon ball she had cultivated for many years.

The dragon ball is the inner elixir of the dragon, and it is the essence of its magic power.

With the dragon ball, even if she was seriously injured, she could mobilize and absorb the water essence of Hongjiang River and gradually recover her injuries.

The reason why the old dragon king was seriously injured and could fall for several days without dying was because he had the dragon ball. When the thunder sounded and the wind and rain came, he could absorb the power of water and fly again.

Ao Li, who lost the dragon ball, was even more miserable than the old dragon king. Although she was in the water, she could only wait to die slowly.

The jade-like white scales also became dull and she couldn't even move. Instead, her huge body became a burden, and she was powerless to transform.

She knew that she was about to die.

This calamity could not be overcome after all.

Death might be a relief for her. The only thing she couldn't let go of was her sister.

Thinking of this, she used up her last bit of magic power and finally said a word.

"Follow Zhang Jiuyang...you must be obedient..."

"Even if he hits you...you are not allowed to run away..."

In fact, she could not be sure whether Zhang Jiuyang was a good person, but she had no choice. If God really wanted to exterminate the dragon clan, there was nothing she could do.

Ao Ya cried loudly and kept rubbing her sister's body, hoping that she could get up and play with her like before.

Suffering from dementia, she still couldn't figure out why her sister was lying here motionless.

Ao Li's consciousness became more and more blurred, and her eyelids became heavier, but just as she was about to be shrouded in darkness, a clear voice suddenly sounded.

"You should take care of your own sister yourself. I don't run a nursery."

Her spirit was slightly lifted, and in a trance, she saw a slender figure walking to her side, taking off the black iron mask, revealing a handsome face with a sunny smile.

He squatted down and brought the dragon ball with bright light to her mouth, his voice was gentle and calm.

"Open your mouth and take the medicine."

...

After an unknown amount of time, the water splashed.

A figure flew out from the bottom of the water, and the turbulent Hongjiang finally returned to calm, but the banks were broken and the trees were broken, like a scar that was difficult to heal.

Zhang Jiuyang was dressed in a black robe, tall and graceful, holding the unconscious dragon girl in his arms.

After swallowing the dragon ball, she turned into a human form again, but there were wounds on her snow-white clothes, stained red with blood.

At this moment, the dragon girl was no longer holy. Her face was bleak, her hair was wet and messy, her embroidered shoes and silk stockings seemed to be washed away by the water, and water drops slid down her crystal skin from time to time on her two snow-capped lotus-like jade feet.

Delicate and elegant, soft as if boneless.

Zhang Jiuyang was also surprised that the white dragon's huge body was so light and soft after turning into a human form, as if it was nothing.

Looking at the face that looked like a fairy descending from heaven, it was like a sleeping beauty at this moment, frowning slightly in a dream, like Xi Shi holding her heart, pitiful.

If it were normal, Zhang Jiuyang would definitely be moved, after all, he was also a normal man, but at this moment his eyes were very clear, and his movements were very careful, for fear of touching her wound.

We must quickly change places. There was such a big commotion here, and it was possible to attract someone. Ordinary people were fine, but if it was a cultivator, it would inevitably be a hidden danger.

...

Half an hour later.

In a hidden cave.

Zhang Jiuyang was roasting a fire, while Ah Li was on sentry duty outside. The dragon girl was still sleeping, wearing Zhang Jiuyang's coat to cover her spring light.

He didn't notice it at first, but after entering the cave and putting the dragon girl down, he suddenly realized that many of her wounds had recovered. The wet white clothes were tightly attached to her slender and graceful body, looming.

In an instant, the cave was full of bright light.

Her snow-white skin was even brighter than the bright moon in the sky, coupled with her fairy-like cold and holy face and temperament, and her long black hair scattered on the ground like brocade...

She looked like a little dragon girl who had been acupunctured.

Fortunately, Zhang Jiuyang had extraordinary concentration and forced himself to take off his coat to cover his graceful body.

Ao Ya held her sister's hand and fell asleep.

"Daddy..."

"Mom..."

The dragon girl kept whispering in her dream, and there was a hint of attachment in her ethereal voice.

After an unknown amount of time, she suddenly called out.

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

Zhang Jiuyang was alert. Was he dreaming about himself?

He listened attentively to see if there was any second half of the sentence. After a long time, he finally heard it clearly.

"Zhang Jiuyang..."

"I don't want to be your mount..."