The God and Buddha are actually me

The appearance of the Heavenly Stele brought Bantian back to life.

But as Bantian was resurrected, the Heavenly Stele gradually faded away, like a mirage.

"No, no!"

Many cultivators could not help but exclaim. They were trying to see the words on it clearly, but just as they saw the two words "Sui Gu", the Heavenly Stele began to disappear.

The panic that came out of nowhere spread instantly, as if they were about to miss the greatest opportunity and fortune in their lives.

Immortality! Immortality!

They ran madly towards Bantian, not caring even if they were trampled into meat paste. The Heavenly Stele seemed to have a terrible magic that made them temporarily forget the fear of death.

But no matter how hard they tried, they could not stop the disappearance of the Heavenly Stele.

What the mortal body can see is limited, not to mention that most people have not even cultivated the Dharma Eye. Although the Heavenly Stele is right in front of them, they can only watch the treasure mountain go away from them.

Screams rang out one after another, and the shrill voices finally shocked people.

Those were the souls of countless boys and girls, sucked away by the Heavenly Stele and disappeared. Even the Two-Faced Buddha could no longer sense them.

The spell of the Spiritual Ancestor that could kill the Six Realms was broken just like that.

The two little men in the hands of the Two-Faced Buddha exploded and turned into powder, and he himself coughed up a trace of blood.

However, the evil eyes between his eyebrows seemed extremely excited.

He saw clearly, and he finally saw some words clearly.

Who preached it in the beginning of ancient times?

Those words seemed to be natural and natural patterns, containing endless mysteries. Just a preliminary look, the Two-Faced Buddha felt that the bottleneck he had been holding for decades had begun to loosen?

At this moment, even with his concentration, he couldn't help but feel excited.

The inscription on the stele can not only bring people back to life, but also help people break through the realm, and contain the secret of becoming an immortal!

But at this moment, the Heavenly Stele began to disappear.

The body of the Sky-Moving Giant Turtle became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a small turtle, rippling with vitality all over the body, no longer old-fashioned as before.

It was like being reborn from the ashes and living another life.

It seemed to realize the greed of the crowd, and dived into the river called by the Dragon Girl, performing the water escape technique and disappeared in an instant.

The two-faced Buddha did not bother to argue with Yan Luo anymore, and dived into the water without hesitation.

Then Yan Luo, the Dragon Girl, the Painted Skin Master and Sun Tianchi also cast spells and escaped into the water, looking for the black turtle carrying the Heavenly Stele.

Only a group of Wanfulou disciples who suffered heavy casualties were left.

They actually wanted to pursue the Heavenly Stele, but in the fierce battle just now, most of their mana had been consumed, and most of them were seriously injured.

Originally, Wanfulou, which was full of disciples, now only had dozens of big cats and small cats.

However, the remaining ones were the most elite disciples of Wanfulou. They were not the core disciples, but they were also the most outstanding in the inner sect. There were also several four-level elders.

They sat together and began to meditate and heal their wounds.

…

In the river, several figures chased after the black turtle, but Bantian seemed to sense the danger and transformed himself into several clones, fleeing in different directions.

The clone technique was so mysterious that it could almost be mistaken for the real thing. For a moment, the pursuers were in a dilemma.

Sun Tianchi used blood as cinnabar and drew a talisman on his forehead, which briefly opened a black eye, and then resolutely chased in a certain direction.

The two-faced Buddha opened his double pupils on his forehead, and after judging, he chased in another direction.

Yue Ling and Longnv also chose a direction respectively.

Everyone had a different answer to which one was Bantian's real body, but they seemed very confident and believed in their own judgment.

Zhang Jiuyang also saw an answer. The spiritual official's eye reminded him that the turtle on the far left was the real body. He wanted to chase, but he didn't know what he thought of and stopped.

Looking at the disappearing figures of the people, a flash of lightning flashed in his mind.

An extremely bold plan emerged in his mind. If it succeeded, it might kill two birds with one stone.

After thinking for a moment, he made a decision.

Instead of chasing forward, he took the initiative to move backward.

…

Wanfu Tower.

The Painted Skin Evil and the rampant soldiers had all evacuated. The Wanfu Tower, which was just in full swing, was now in ruins.

Those elite disciples who survived were also seriously injured. They were trying to meditate and regulate their breathing. They were silent and no one spoke.

A great battle seemed to have ended just like this.

However, if there were masters who were proficient in the art of looking at qi here, they would see that the faces of the remaining elites of the Wanfu Tower were shrouded in death.

An invisible calamity appeared on this thousand-year-old Taoist temple that had become a ruin.

Plop!

There was a splash of water, and a figure flew out of the river, which surprised everyone.

The Buddha's light was bright, and a hazy monk's figure could be vaguely seen, holding a brow bone Buddha bead and wearing a human bone cassock.

The two-faced Buddha is back again?

An elder from Wanfu Tower came forward, bowed and asked: "I wonder if you have anything else to say, where is my master?"

The two-faced Buddha chanted a Buddhist name, and said in a calm voice: "Sun Tianchi is dead."

The elder was suddenly startled, and before he asked a question, he saw an eye, a fire eye that was like the sun across the sky, illuminating the night sky.

In an instant, he fell into the illusion of the spiritual official's eye.

"I was wrong, Grandmaster, please spare my life, Grandmaster, please spare my life!"

He let out bursts of screams, and his body was clearly not on fire, but there were horrific burns, wisps of black smoke rising, and his body curled up like a cooked prawn.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly, the double-faced Buddha was transformed by him using the human escape technique of Thirteen Shapes Escape, and his purpose was naturally to frame him.

Normally, even if a fourth-level elder loses to him, he will not be unable to take the next move. However, this elder's mana consumption is too high and his injuries are too serious, so naturally he cannot display much strength.

Soon the screams stopped abruptly, and the aloof elder of Wanfu Tower was completely out of his mind.

"Double-faced Buddha, you, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Stop it, my head teacher won't let you go!"

"No, he wants to kill us and silence us. Let's fight him together!!"

The remaining disciples struggled to stand up. Some were glaring, some were fearful, and some were sad and angry.

Does God really want to destroy their Wanfu Tower lineage?

Zhang Jiuyang said calmly: "You suffered heavy casualties in Wanfu Tower this time, and Black Sky's plan was thwarted again. Sun Tianchi will definitely feel resentful towards me. In this case, why not kill you all while you are injured?"

He stepped forward, his brows and eyes moved again.

"From now on, there will be no Wanfu Tower in this world."

If you say you want a bloodbath, you will have a bloodbath, even if you don't survive.

…

In the river, the Two-Faced Buddha did not know how far it had flown, and finally caught up with the black turtle. He stretched out his hand to grab it, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

But the next moment, the smile on his face instantly solidified.

The black turtle turned into nothing, it was fake!

Not only him, but also in other places, the mysterious turtles chased by Sun Tianchi, Yue Ling and Long Nu were all in vain, and they were all fake!

I don’t know how long it took, somewhere by a remote river far away from Wanfu Tower.

Zhang Jiuyang washed the blood on his hands by the river. The river water reflected his face. It was not the painted skin master, not Yama, nor the Double-faced Buddha, but his true body.

He had already slaughtered all the remaining disciples of Wanfu Tower. Of course, he also did some tricks in order to frame them reasonably.

I believe it will be a surprise for Sun Tianchi.

Now he followed the direction in his memory and tried to catch up with the black turtle. Unfortunately, after wasting time, he couldn't see anything.

However, Zhang Jiuyang was very confident in Lingguan Tianyan, and he believed that what he saw was the true form of Bitian.

So this direction is right.

But looking at the vast river, how can we lead it out?

After thinking about it for a while, he seemed to pay attention.

After a while, Zhang Jiuyang held a gong and drum and played softly along the river. The sound was loud and penetrating.

"I'm selling jokes!"

"The funniest joke in the world!"

“If it’s not funny, no money!”