The God and Buddha are actually me

The moment the Ghost Slayer Sword was born, the auras hidden in the darkness began to fluctuate.

I don't know how many fiery eyes looked at the red sword, with greed in their eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

One after another figures fled towards the Ghost Slayer Sword, each casting spells, like countless rainbow lights, swaying upwards.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and sighed. It seemed that the corpse of the masked man three days ago did not scare away too many people.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. This is true even for those who are practicing Buddhism.

"Xiaojiu, why don't you take action?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang just standing quietly, like a bystander, Nie Longquan was a little anxious. He didn't want to see his proud work fall into the hands of a young person.

"These people don't need me to take action. Even if I give them the sword, they can't take it away."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and didn't even look at those people anymore. Instead, he looked into the distance and saw several figures who had not yet taken action.

Those who truly pose a threat are still watching in secret.

In the sky, the fastest flying man pressed down on the hilt of the Ghost Slayer Sword. Feeling the powerful power of the sword, his eyes became extremely excited and he laughed loudly.

However, the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly.

puff! puff! puff! puff……

In an instant, his body was like a deflated rubber ball, with countless sharp sword marks emerging. The sword energy escaped along with the blood energy, causing blood to rain from the sky.

This scene is extremely horrifying. In just a few breaths, a monk has become riddled with holes and is almost like flesh.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered and waved his sword.

Groan!

The ghost-slaying sword made a clear and loud sound, like broken jade from Kunshan. The star pattern on the sword shone brightly, and red-gold flames emerged.

This sword is just a recast, and its foundation has not changed. Others thought that it was a divine sword that was born, but it was still an ownerless thing, but they did not know that Zhang Jiuyang was already the master of the sword.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The ghost-slaying sword turned into a streak of red lightning, and even made a sonic boom sound because of its speed, like thunder exploding.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Streams of blood mist exploded in the air, and then were burned to ashes by the flames, like a grand fireworks.

"Run! Run away!"

"Damn, this sword is so powerful!"

"No, there are masters controlling it!"

"Spare your life!!!"

The screams kept coming, and the monks who grabbed the sword were very desperate and regretful. They thought that the divine sword had just been born, and it was an ownerless thing, and whoever grabbed it would belong to him.

But he didn't expect that this sword was so violent that it already had an owner.

Moreover, the man in white below had amazing magical power. Under his control, the sword was almost indestructible. They tried all their methods and could not stop it for a moment.

Any shield technique or diamond treasure talisman is like a piece of paper under the sword energy, breaking into pieces at a touch.

In just a few breaths, all the monks who tried to snatch them died tragically. No one was spared, and their bodies and souls were smashed to pieces by the sky fire and sword energy.

The Shen family finally calmed down.

Master Nie, Mr. Zhao, and many monks in the Shen family couldn't help but burst into tears looking at this scene.

Although those who had just taken action were all casual cultivators, there were quite a few in the third realm. Apparently, the news of the birth of the Divine Sword had completely spread, attracting a large number of casual cultivators.

The third level is already not low.

Who among the casual cultivators who can cultivate to the third level has not cultivated for decades and gained a thousand years of skill?

However, under Zhang Jiuyang's sword, it was as easy as killing a chicken. Although he had the power of the divine sword, it was more because of his profound Taoism and strong magic power.

If it were someone else who controlled this sword, it would probably be difficult for it to have such power.

Nie Longquan, who forged the Ghost Slaying Sword with his own hands, knew this best. He took a deep look at Zhang Jiuyang and found that he could not see through this young man at all.

Even the best golden elixir... shouldn't be so powerful, right?

This kid is probably going to become completely famous.

However, Zhang Jiuyang did not release his sword finger, but showed a solemn expression and slowly shook his head.

"Unexpectedly, there are still people who refuse to give up."

There were originally three masters spying secretly. After he used his sword to kill Xiao Xiao, two of them had left, but there was still one master who didn't give up.

It was obvious that the man had great confidence in himself.

"Your Excellency, if you don't take action, Pindao will sheath his sword, and then you will really have no chance at all."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was like a loud bell, echoing between heaven and earth. He was inviting you to enter the urn, and he took the initiative to send out the invitation.

The ghost-slaying sword shuttled through the clouds, circling and flying, and the sword screamed endlessly.

"snort!"

At this moment, a cold snort sounded, and then an old voice sounded in the clouds.

"Young people are so arrogant, I will teach you a lesson today."

The next moment, a figure appeared on the cloud. It was an old Taoist with a white beard wearing a green robe, long sleeves, and an immortal spirit. The most important thing was that he was sitting on the cloud, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

Looking from a distance, it really looks like a fairy fishing in the world, very elegant.

"It's Kunlun Sanren, and he's here too?"

"Now the Shen family can't keep their swords. I heard that the Kunlun San people have already achieved perfection in all four realms. They are the top masters among San cultivators!"

"It is said that he used this fishing technique in the clouds to catch a giant whale from the North Sea, which shocked the world!"

Some monks who did not take action and just watched secretly exclaimed after seeing this old man with a white beard.

Even the monks in Shen Mansion looked nervous.

A person's name, the shadow of a tree.

Kunlun Sanren can be called a legend among Sanren cultivators. In his early years, he was just a fisherman, but he accidentally entered the immortal pond in Kunlun Mountain and caught the fate of immortality. From then on, he entered the immortal path and made brave progress.

There are only a few casual cultivators who can step into the fourth realm, and Kunlun Sanren is one of them. Moreover, he has reached the perfection of the four realms a few years ago and is the most promising casual cultivator to break through to the fifth realm.

His fishing skills have become so perfect that he can even catch giant whales, which can be called a magical power.

Many sects had offered him an olive branch, but Kunlun Sanren was accustomed to traveling around the world and refused all invitations.

At this moment, listening to everyone's exclamations, Kunlun Sanren smiled slightly, with a look of contentment on his face.

Opportunities are available to everyone. He will teach this young man a lesson today, don't be too arrogant in doing things.

Don't think that with the mountain of Yue Ling at your back, you can be unscrupulous. An unscrupulous person like him can go anywhere in the world. It's nothing to hide out for more than ten years for this divine sword.

Thinking this, his wrist shook slightly.

The next moment, the fishing line automatically lengthened, emitting a faint dark light, breaking through the flames and sword energy around the ghost-slaying sword, and wrapped around the hilt of the sword.

"Junior, I accept this magic sword with a smile."

He lifted the fishing rod, and the fishing line automatically shortened, heading towards him with the ghost-slaying sword, as if the immortal in the clouds had fished away the human sword.

Zhang Jiuyang showed a sneer.

Pretending to be your mother!

He pinched his sword finger again, no longer hiding his magic power, and the pure Yang Jindan firepower in his body was fully activated. The most refined and pure magic power was like a flood that had opened its gate, surging and majestic.

The Kunlun Sanren's expression on the cloud changed instantly.

His hand holding the fishing rod shook slightly, and there was a trace of horror in his eyes.

How is it possible? This young man is just entering the fourth realm for the first time. How come his magic power is so powerful? And it's so pure that it's far inferior to even him who once had his magic tempered by the Immortal Pond!

You know, because of his unexpected encounter in the Immortal Pond, although he is a middle-grade golden elixir, his magic power is pure enough to compare with the best golden elixir!

"Bah!"

Kunlun Sanren shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder, and mobilized all his magic power. The fishing rod in his hand tightened instantly, and the black light on the fishing line became bright.

He has even caught a giant whale, how could he not catch a mere sword?

If he can't even compare to a young boy who has just entered the Fourth Realm, then where can he put his face as a Kunlun Sanren?

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After only a few breaths of stalemate, the winner of this mana competition was decided.

Kunlun Sanren's hands kept shaking, veins popped up on his face, and he was sweating like rain. He was no longer as calm and gentle as before, but even so, the fishing line was falling downwards visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, under the full control of Zhang Jiuyang, the ghost-slaying sword almost turned into a red fire dragon. The sword energy condensed into scales, and the flames condensed into eyes, roaring in the wind and clouds, and pulling down the immortals from the sky to the earth.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that in this competition of mana, the famous Kunlun Sanren actually fell into a disadvantage.

"Hiss! Who is that man?"

"I know. I saw him at the old lady's birthday party some time ago. His name seems to be Zhang Jiuyang, and he is the fiancée of Marquis Minglie!"

"Who said he was only chosen for his looks? At this age and with this strength, he is a genius!"

"I really didn't expect him to be so powerful. His talent and strength are completely worthy of Marquis Minglie!"

"Fortunately, I didn't take action..."

"I knew how could Marquis Minglie be so superficial. Her husband must be a dragon among men. It seems that there will be another young master in this world!"

Hearing those comments, Kunlun Sanren's face turned dark. If he loses today, he will let the other party step on him to become famous, and his reputation will be ruined for decades!

Never lose!

He had already activated some kind of secret method that burned blood essence, but soon he desperately discovered that the opponent's mana had also increased.

He hasn't tried his best yet?

roar!

The fire dragon roared, and the Yushu Heavenly Fire began to spread upward along the fishing line, until it burned the Kunlun Sanren's hands.

He suddenly let out a scream, his energy was released, and his body suddenly fell from the clouds, his hair was scattered, and he was in a miserable state.

There is no trace of immortality.

Lost!

Kunlun Sanren made a quick decision, instantly let go of his fishing rod magic weapon, and used his escape technique to escape into the distance.

Although it hurt, life was more important. He had already felt murderous intent, and a warning of extreme danger emerged in his heart, which was the breath of death.

This young man really dared to kill him!

"Want to run?"

"It's late."

With a free wave of his hand, Zhang Jiuyang broke free from the restraints of the Ghost Slayer Sword and chased the Kunlun San Cultivator like a red dragon. However, the opponent was indeed a top master among the San Cultivators, and his escape skills were astonishingly fast.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered and opened his eyes in an instant.

The golden eyes glared, the fire eyes burned the sky!

The escaping Kunlun Sanren was stunned for a moment, and it was at this moment that the Ghost Slayer Sword had already caught up with him and rushed towards him condescendingly like a red dragon.

Although Kunlun Sanren woke up in time and used magic defense, his body still fell from the sky and fell to the ground of Shen Mansion under the pressure of the Ghost Slayer Sword.

Boom!

The gravel is like rain and the dust is like waves.

Kunlun Sanren's face was full of shame and anger, and his Taoist robe was almost shattered by the sword energy. Blood was constantly flowing out, and he was extremely disheveled and embarrassed.

It was completely different from the previous time when he was fishing in the clouds.

He wanted to sit up, but was stepped on by a foot.

The cold sword was placed on his neck. The sword was held by a handsome young man in white clothes. There was a red mark on his forehead. He had an elegant temperament and cold eyes.

"Fishing?"

"Old man, don't you like fishing?"