The God and Buddha are actually me

Huangquan, Yanfu Mountain.

Eight figures sat high on the throne.

"Why didn't the Painted Skin Master come?"

Shanjun asked first, looking at the empty eighth throne, his voice was a little puzzled.

In the past, the Painted Skin Master had never missed any Huangquan gathering, and every gathering would bring him his favorite heart.

It seems that he won't be able to eat the heart this time.

The two-faced Buddha looked at Zhang Jiuyang and said lightly: "Then we have to ask Yan Luo."

Everyone's eyes were looking at the ninth throne, where a figure with a black robe and a ghost face sat, with a murderous aura like an abyss. His eyes under the clouds and smoke were as red as jade, and there was a kind of magic that captivated people.

"I heard that Yan Luo also came to Yangzhou and had a conflict with the Painted Skin Master. I wonder how he is now?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at him coldly, and his ventriloquism was like thunder.

"Dead."

Instantly, the pupils of the two-faced Buddha condensed, but he immediately shook his head and laughed: "Yan Luo is joking. If the Painted Skin Master dies, the Yellow Spring Order will definitely choose a new master, and then it will not be just the Tenth Heavenly Stem that will come today."

Zhang Jiuyang snorted coldly and said: "He is lucky that he escaped again. I'm afraid he is recovering in a corner now."

Hearing this, everyone had different expressions.

Some people were more fearful, some were excited, and some were indifferent.

The two-faced Buddha and the mountain king were solemn, and even the Moon God took a deep look at Zhang Jiuyang. He was able to defeat the Painted Skin Master on his territory. The strength of this Yan Luo was really unfathomable.

I'm afraid he has touched the threshold of the seventh realm.

"Old Nine, it has to be you!"

Old Seven gave a thumbs up, looking proud, and said: "Damn fierce!"

"Yan Luo, we all belong to the underworld. Although the Painted Skin Master has plotted against you, you have also injured him twice. As the saying goes, it is better to resolve a feud than to create one. Why not just let it go, how about it?"

The tiger tried to mediate. In his heart, he didn't want to see the Painted Skin Master being beaten to death. After all, only the Painted Skin Master would diligently help him collect hearts.

The two-faced Buddha also chanted a Buddhist name and said, "I think so too. You two are both pillars of Huangquan. Why don't you make peace and keep your distance from each other? What do you think, Yama?"

Facing the requests of the two heavenly stems, Zhang Jiuyang said indifferently, "This old fox is average, but he is good at escaping. I don't have so much time to chase him. As long as he doesn't bother me in the future, I won't bother with him anymore."

"Of course, this is just for your sake. If the Painted Skin Master dares to provoke again, no matter who asks for it, I will not hold back."

Although Shanjun and the two-faced Buddha are not in his small circle, Zhang Jiuyang should not make too many enemies, and he still has to give them the face he should give.

Through the Painted Skin Master, he has successfully established prestige in Huangquan, but if he wants to become a leader, it is not enough to have prestige alone, and he must learn to use both kindness and prestige.

Today he sells a favor to the two of them, so that he can use it to ease the relationship and even win over and divide them in the future.

The two-faced Buddha and Shanjun looked at each other, as if relieved.

Shanjun in particular was still somewhat complacent in his heart, feeling very proud.

Yan Luo was such a domineering and arrogant person, but he had to give him some face, making him, the King of Tongtian, look good and secretly proud.

For a while, he had a lot of good feelings towards Yan Luo.

"Haha, wait for the Tongtian Banquet next year, brother Yan Luo must come, I will treat you as a guest of honor and treat you with the best treasures!"

This is the benefit of Zhang Jiuyang's prestige. A person who has always been domineering and indifferent can be flattered if he softens his attitude a little.

And that kind of good old man, even if he does a lot of things, it is difficult for people to see or respect him.

"I haven't finished yet."

The hostility in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes suddenly gathered, and he said: "I told him not to bother me, so I don't want to see him at the next Huangquan Banquet, otherwise, I will kill him anyway."

The two-faced Buddha hesitated for a moment and said: "Yan Luo, is it--"

"There is no point in talking about this, after all, I feel sick when I see him."

The two-faced Buddha sighed lightly and said: "I will help you convey it."

He was a little worried that the Painted Skin Master would be angry and retaliate against Yan Luo, causing the conflict to escalate to the point where it could not be resolved.

Zhang Jiuyang stopped talking, but sighed softly in his heart.

The Painted Skin Master and Yan Luo were destined not to appear in Huangquan at the same time. He could only try to delay it now, and he had to find a way to solve this problem in the future.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, Lao Qi rolled his eyes and began to change the subject.

"Old Nine, I heard that there will be a newcomer this time, so you will be in charge of the assessment. How is it? Have you seen that newcomer?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "I haven't seen him either."

He was also very curious about the tenth heavenly stem. What kind of evil spirit escaped from the tomb of Shenju Mountain?

During this period, the Imperial Observatory also went to investigate, but found nothing.

The evil spirit seemed to have disappeared suddenly, without causing any waves or committing any bloodshed.

It seemed very honest.

But Zhang Jiuyang knew that the one who could escape from the tomb and was selected as the tenth heavenly stem by the Heavenly Venerable was definitely not a simple person.

He had a vague premonition that if he could find out the secret of the tenth heavenly stem, he might be able to get closer to the truth.

"Strange, why hasn't he come yet?"

"This newcomer is more arrogant than you, Old Nine!"

Old Seven couldn't help but grumble.

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the Yellow Spring under the mountain suddenly stirred, and everyone's expression changed.

Here they come!

Just like Zhang Jiuyang before, a small boat quietly surfaced, but the boat was empty, and no one was seen.

Didn't come?

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly. His plan was based on the assessment task of the tenth heavenly stem. If the other party didn't come, it would completely disrupt his plan.

Almost all the plans were wasted.

He looked at Tianzun and found that the other party seemed not surprised at all and was very calm.

"Wake up."

Tianzun's voice suddenly sounded, shaking the entire Yanfu Mountain, as if awakening something.

The next moment, a figure on the boat moved.

Is it a... palm-sized turtle?

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed. Just now, this turtle was huddled in the corner of the boat, looking like a dead thing, so he ignored it.

The little turtle crawled hard and rolled from the boat to the shore, looking very embarrassed.

"What a joke, the tenth heavenly stem is actually a little turtle that has not yet transformed?"

The seventh elder was immediately angry, feeling as if he had been humiliated, and shouted: "Tianzun, if this thing can also be ranked with us, then let's break up today. This is not the underworld, isn't it just a circus?"

"Look at its short legs, even if it is allowed to go up the mountain, it will take half a year to climb!"

The other heavenly stems also showed puzzlement.

This turtle looks ordinary and funny. Why is it qualified to be the tenth heavenly stem?

Tianzun did not speak, but just looked at the turtle quietly.

Zhang Jiuyang knew that this turtle must have some kind of magical power. Under the mask, he quietly opened his eyes.

The next moment, his heart was shaken.

This is...

How is it possible? ! !

On this little turtle, he actually saw a monument, a huge stone monument that shook the sky and the earth, just like the towering Kunlun, the pillar that supported the sky.

There seemed to be ancient and mysterious seal characters on the stone monument, like a heavenly book. Zhang Jiuyang wanted to see the words on it clearly, but found that even the heavenly eye was covered by a layer of dazzling light.

He could only vaguely see a few ancient words.

"Heaven, Tao, Desolation..."

Each handwriting was filled with a vast and desolate atmosphere, as if it had been extending from the beginning of the world to the present, containing an ancient and terrifying aura.

It cannot be seen without the heavenly eye.

Even the heavenly eye could only vaguely see this heavenly monument, but could not distinguish the content on it.

But his intuition told him that the things on this heavenly monument were extremely important, and even the visualization map in Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness was slightly vibrated, as if it was intentionally reminding him.

He must find out the secret of the heavenly monument!

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Tianzun deeply. It was certain that Tianzun must have a heavenly eye. The reason why he chose this turtle as the tenth heavenly stem was probably because of this heavenly monument!

"My name is... Bantian."

A powerful and desolate voice sounded. It was obviously a little turtle, but the voice was old and very old, echoing in the mountains.

"Go up the mountain?"

"Such a small mountain, do you still need to climb?"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the little turtle kept getting bigger, ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet, fifty feet, one hundred feet!

In a few breaths, there was a hundred-foot giant turtle next to Mount Yanfu. Its body was so huge that it even faintly suppressed Mount Yanfu. The turtle shell was like an island, the limbs were like mountains, and there were star-like spots in its two brown eyes.

Divine power - law of heaven and earth!

The terrifying oppression of facing a giant made people's scalp numb, and the chill rushed straight to the top of the head.

Before going up the mountain, he overlooked the people on the mountain.

"My god, here comes another tough guy!"

Old Seven swallowed his saliva and felt his heartbeat quicken.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes fixed. This seemed to be the legendary magical power of the law of heaven and earth. No wonder it could carry the heavenly tablet.

This magical power is extraordinary. According to legend, Erlang Shen is good at this magical power. His body can reach ten thousand feet. He has the power to pick stars and moons, move mountains and stir the sea. He can be said to be a saint in the flesh.

Before, Shen Tu Xiong could also grow bigger, but at most he could only grow to a few feet high. His combat power was greatly enhanced, which was called size as he wished.

That was his last resort, but compared with the law of heaven and earth, it was really not worth mentioning.

"The one who said my legs were short, do you want to fight with me?"

The giant turtle spit out a deafening sound, and even set off a long wind, blowing up dust on Mount Yanfu.

Everyone looked at Old Seven.

Lao Qi coughed and said, "Of course I'm not afraid of fighting, but I asked someone to tell my fortune today and it's not appropriate to kill, so I'll let you go for now."

The giant turtle continued, "If you don't want to fight, tell me a joke."

Everyone was stunned.

"I like sleeping and listening to jokes the most. If you can make me laugh, I won't use my short legs to crush your head."

Lao Qi: "..."