The God and Buddha are actually me

Boom!

The lightning fell on the tiger demon's body, chopping the snow-white shiny hair to black, and causing black smoke to rise.

roar!

Seeing that his beloved fur was damaged, the tiger demon's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the demonic energy around him became strong. The howling demonic wind even blew away the lightning.

Clang!

The ghost-slaying sword was slashing towards it, but it was swaying in the evil wind, staggering, and lost its accuracy.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, wondering, this tiger demon is not very good at Taoism, but why is the demonic energy that protects the body and the magical power of controlling the wind so powerful?

Thunder in the Palm!

Zhang Jiuyang circulated the thunder energy in his Dantian and stirred up the magic power all over his body. The thunder mark on his palm became more and more obvious, flashing with dazzling thunder light. In the violent storm, it actually attracted the thunder in the sky.

It’s no longer thunder from the palm of your hand, but thunder from heaven!

Boom!

Thunder fell from the sky and struck the tiger demon head-on.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang was like the legendary God of Thunder, who was in charge of the power of life and death in the world, with such majestic power that the storm was stirring.

The thunder in the palm originally came from the unique skill of Five Thunder Zhengfa, which was passed down from Taiyi Thunder Yinghua Tianzun Wang Lingguan. Although Zhang Jiuyang only learned the technique and not the fundamental method, in the weather with thunder and rain, he still took full advantage of the sky and attracted it. A real thunderbolt.

In an instant, the sky and the earth became bright.

The lightning winding like a dragon struck towards the tiger demon, piercing the demonic wind, and the rich demonic aura melted like ice and snow.

The roar of the tiger is loud, but it is mournful.

The huge body of the tiger fell to the ground, its hair was burnt black, and smoke was rising from head to toe. The force of the masculine and overbearing thunder even blasted a large hole more than ten feet deep in the ground.

Zhang Jiuyang let out a slight breath. This exerted considerable energy on him. The thunder pattern on his palm became extremely hot, even a little hot.

Is it over?

Just when Zhang Jiuyang felt that the tiger demon had exhausted its strength, the giant beast that fell on the ground stood up again, its amber pupils seemed to be burning with flames.

"My skin!!"

It seemed to be particularly concerned about its own skin. In its rage, the demon wind roared around it, and the demon energy condensed again.

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

No, after the fight just now, he found that the opponent's Taoism was not too high, at best, it was at the level of the third realm, but his magical powers and physical body were ridiculously strong.

The thunder in the palm fell on it, which could only be regarded as a minor injury. Even if it faced the real thunder from the sky, it still had the strength to fight again.

Like a little strong guy who can't be beaten to death.

And the demonic energy that protects the body does not look like a demon from the third realm at all.

The Dharma Eyes between the eyebrows were opened, and the golden light swept across the tiger demon's body, but no clues were found. It was indeed the real body...

etc!

The magic eye between Zhang Jiuyang's brows swept over the tiger demon's body and saw the slightest cracks on the tiger's skin that were struck by thunder. The demonic energy continued to escape from the cracks.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed.

"Tiger, this person practices thunder magic. He cannot attack from a distance. He must fight at close range!"

At this moment, Jingxing suddenly reminded loudly.

But the next moment, Ah Li put a Yin Talisman on his mouth.

But this action seemed to prove what Jingxing said.

roar!

The tiger demon let out a roar and rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang with the demonic wind.

Ah Li threw out his two swords, but they were swept away by the evil wind and landed on the trees next to the mountain temple. In an instant, more than a dozen big trees fell down, splashing dust all over the sky and startling countless birds.

"Death, death!"

Ah Li stared at the tiger demon with blood flowing from its eyes, and a mysterious curse landed on its head.

"The soul flies away, the soul disperses, the bones are broken, the tendons are broken, bleeding, skin cracks, kidney deficiency..."

She muttered words, and actually said all the vicious curses she could think of, and put them on the tiger demon.

Even monks in the third realm cannot completely ignore the curse coming from the ferocious ghost.

The tiger demon stumbled as he ran, and almost fell to the ground. Blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he was in a daze.

But the demonic energy it used to protect itself was too strong, and it actually resisted with a roar of a tiger.

However, a yellow figure flew out of Zhang Jiuyang's hair, as fast as lightning, holding a mace, with wings on its back, only two inches in size, and excitement in its eyes.

"I drill!"

Qing Ji had been planning for a long time, and finally seized the opportunity, got into the tiger monster's mouth, dodged the fangs, slid down the esophagus, and waved the mace.

The tiger demon's figure froze suddenly, and his eyes showed severe pain.

But it was indeed a ruthless character. It actually endured the pain and came to Zhang Jiuyang's side, let out a roar full of hatred, opened its mouth and pounced on Zhang Jiuyang.

In its view, whether it is the evil ghost or the little demon that got into its belly, they are all raised by this white-clothed Taoist. As long as it kills him, everything will be over!

It was he who won in the end!

It seemed that this was indeed the case. The white-clothed Taoist looked panicked and unexpectedly raised his arms to resist.

There was a hint of joy in the tiger demon's eyes as he seemed to have seen the misery of the other party.

However, the next moment, a clang sounded and sparks flew everywhere.

It felt as if it was biting on gold and stone, and its teeth were painful. When it raised its head, it saw a bronze-like color on the face of the Taoist in white, which looked like a bronze Arhat in the moonlight.

Zhang Jiuyang grinned, his teeth were as white as snow.

"It's not easy, but it finally came to your door automatically."

Looking at that figure, the tiger demon suddenly felt a chill in his heart for some unknown reason.

…

Mountain temple.

Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan were surprised and could hardly believe their eyes.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Jiuyang turned over and rode on the tiger demon's back, swinging his fist with a bronze luster and hitting the tiger's head continuously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each blow was powerful and heavy, and the fist wind was whistling, like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head. Even after the weakening of the demonic energy, it still sounded like thunder when it hit the tiger's head.

The tiger demon jumped wildly and smashed countless rocks, but Zhang Jiuyang was like sitting in the golden throne and couldn't get rid of it.

One punch!

Two punches!

Three punches!

…

Blood kept oozing out of the tiger demon's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he felt stars in his eyes and the sky was dark.

In a hurry, it even controlled the demonic wind to hit itself, wanting to perish with the terrible Taoist in white.

However, the demonic wind that could scrape people's skin and flesh made a clanging sound when it fell on Zhang Jiuyang.

There was a trace of despair in the tiger demon's eyes, and his heart was full of hatred for the ghost.

Is this what you call people who practice thunder magic are afraid of close combat?

I hate it!

If it hadn't pounced on him, with its ability to control the evil wind, even if it couldn't win, it could escape at any time.

But now...

It tried to fly away with the evil wind, but before it flew very high, it was hit on the head by Zhang Jiuyang's fist, and its body suddenly fell to the ground again like a kite with a broken string.

In addition to the fist on the top of the head, the severe pain in the abdomen was getting more and more severe. The little demon that got into its stomach was getting more and more fierce.

Roar!

It let out a desperate roar, but what responded to it was the terrible fist that seemed to be cast in copper and iron.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

After an unknown number of punches, the tiger demon finally fainted, his skull was broken, and Zhang Jiuyang's fist was stained with blood.

He stood up, his white clothes were severely damaged, but his body was not injured at all, only the place where the tiger monster bit him had some slight dents.

The wooden hairpin that tied his hair had fallen off long ago, his long hair was scattered and dancing in the wind, his white clothes were stained with blood, the bronze color on his skin gradually disappeared, but his muscle lines were still smooth and strong, full of the beauty of strength.

It was like a demon standing in blood under the moon.

Fierce, cold, and domineering.

Qingji got out of the tiger monster's mouth, shook off the blood beads on his body, and some broken meat of internal organs was still hanging on the mace.

Ah Li floated over, took out an embroidered handkerchief from somewhere, helped Zhang Jiuyang wipe the blood off his hands, smelled it again, and said in surprise: "Brother Jiu, there is human vitality in this blood, it doesn't seem to be a demon!"

As a ghost, she is very sensitive to human blood. Human blood has yang energy, while the blood of demons is more fishy and has demonic energy.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't seem surprised, and said calmly: "Ali, peel its skin!"

"Okay!"

Ali stretched out her hands, and the pink double knives flew over automatically. Then she peeled off the tiger skin with skillful techniques. Her knife skills were very exquisite, minimizing the damage to the tiger skin.

After all, the more complete the tiger skin is, the more valuable it is.

As the tiger skin was peeled off, a magical scene appeared.

There was no blood flowing out of it, but another skin was exposed, human skin!

It turned out to be a naked man, who looked to be in his thirties or forties. His skull was smashed, his face was bloody, and he was barely breathing.

Jingxing, who was a ghost, was shocked to see this scene.

The mountain king... turned out to be a person?

Zhang Jiuyang raised the white tiger skin with blood streaks and looked at it carefully in the moonlight. Under his eyes, he saw fine stitches hidden in the tiger skin, but the opponent's technique was very clever and very concealed.

Moreover, the black thread of the stitches seemed to be the hair of a dead person, with a faint resentment.

"It is indeed that skin."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very solemn, and he finally confirmed the origin of this tiger skin.

In the Yellow Springs Banquet, the Painted Skin Master once exchanged hundreds of human hearts with the mountain lion for a tiger skin, which was said to have been shed by the mountain lion.

At that time, the Painted Skin Master quickly put it away, but Zhang Jiuyang still saw that it was a white tiger skin.

It's just that the skin was a little tattered and full of cracks, but the current white tiger skin is intact, with shiny hair, which is very different from before.

This tiger monster... must be related to the Painted Skin Master!

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, and he finally knew why this tiger monster was so powerful and had such a strong demonic aura when it was not very advanced.

It turned out that it was wearing the skin of the mountain lion in the Tongtian Mountains!

The sixth realm of the great monster, known as the Tongtian King, dominated one side!

The Painted Skin Master must have a purpose for trading this skin. Could it be that he wants to raise a tiger demon similar to a tiger?

And who is raising corpses in the charity cemetery at the foot of the mountain?

This tiger demon seems to be in collusion with the coffin keeper, otherwise its minions would not go to the charity cemetery to lure living people.

With this thought, Zhang Jiuyang smiled at the dying man.

He encountered a treasure. Maybe he can answer these doubts and even know where the Painted Skin Master's lair is. After all, this is the tiger skin of a tiger.

The Painted Skin Master spent so much effort, not just to train a small minion.

Perhaps it was a last gasp, the dying man actually woke up, he struggled to open his eyes, and tried to grab the tiger skin in Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

"Skin..."

"My skin..."

Clang!

A flash of pink knife light, his arm was cut off from the elbow, blood dripping.

Ali snorted coldly and said, "Don't touch my tiger skin!"

"Too rough."

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and sighed, then stepped forward and stepped on his broken arm, gently crushing it.

Amid the man's screams, he slowly squatted down, with a cold smile on his handsome face.

"You don't want to be a good person, but a beast, and you have eaten so many innocent people."

"What I hate most is people like you who are treacherous."

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