The God and Buddha are actually me

When Zhang Jiuyang first saw the Sword Mountain, he ‘heard’ the sounds of those magic swords in his heart. This was a very mysterious feeling that could only be understood but not described.

He felt it at the time. If he used the swordsmanship of the 72 Disha Magical Powers, plus the sword heart of Lü Zu, he should be able to summon these magic swords to help.

The sword immortal ancestor of the world is not called for nothing.

Facts have proved that the feeling was not his conjecture. In addition to the sword of Zhuxian, the founder of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Yunsheng, he could summon other swords.

Even the sword of Zhuxian... is not impossible.

Clang! !

With his calls, the sword of Zhuxian on the top of the mountain in the distance finally responded. An ancient sword energy surged up, and the dark sword wrapped in chains seemed to have mysterious runes lit up.

What a terrible sword intent that was. Under that sword intent, all the swords were trembling and clanging.

They were both afraid and excited. These spiritual swords all pointed their hilts toward the direction of Jianshan, as if they were paying homage.

Pei Qianhuo's eyes widened, and his voice was a little stuttering.

"He... he wouldn't want to..."

Pei Qingchi felt an inexplicable tremor in her heart. She was always calm, but at this moment, her heart was also surging.

"The Sword of Immortal Execution... has awakened."

She subconsciously clenched her fists, staring at Zhang Jiuyang's back, as if she wanted to engrave the figure in white in her mind.

For the disciples of Jian Pavilion, the significance of the Sword of Immortal Execution is too great. It means the pinnacle of the secret art of Jianwan, the highest achievement of the sword way from ancient times to the present, and the supreme existence of Jian Pavilion.

For a long time, the Sword of Immortal Execution has been in a dormant state. Since the death of the founder Bai Yunsheng, no one has been able to wake it up for thousands of years.

If Pei Qingchi had not read "The Record of the Flying Sword" and knew what kind of path Zhang Jiuyang had opened up, at this moment, she would even doubt whether Zhang Jiuyang was the reincarnation of the innate sword fairy Bai Yunsheng.

Wait...

Pei Qingchi suddenly had an idea and thought of something.

It seems that the two are not contradictory.

Thousands of years ago, Bai Yunsheng opened up the way of the Sword Pavilion. He was extremely talented and no one could surpass him. Perhaps only he could surpass him?

Could it be that Zhang Jiuyang is really...

"Junior sister, you said that Brother Zhang, could it be... the ancestor?"

Even Pei Qianhuo thought of this and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with doubts.

Boom!

As the ancient and vicissitudes of the sword continued to awaken, the whole world seemed to be shaking, and the sound of hitting chains resounded in all directions.

That was the Zhuxian Sword breaking the chains wrapped around his body.

Zhang Jiuyang's face was pale. His magic power had already reached the bottom. At this moment, he was almost forcibly supporting it with willpower. Even if he could shake the Zhuxian Sword, he might not be in time.

Puff!

A figure flew out of the sea, his clothes were tattered, damaged in many places, his bones and muscles were severely broken, and his right arm joints even showed an amazing twist.

But no blood flowed out, and as the sword energy spread, his injuries recovered quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm here."

Yue Ling stepped forward with a knife, his eyes were as firm as iron, and his upright body blocked in front of Zhang Jiuyang, like a pillar supporting the sky, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

"How long do you need?"

"At most a moment."

"Okay."

There was only one word "Okay", but it was the promise made by Yue Ling.

Her eyes burned with golden flames again, ready to continue the bloody fight, even if she risked her life, she would win this critical moment for Zhang Jiuyang.

But what everyone didn't expect was that Pei Yulong, who had already fallen into the state of sword demon, suddenly spoke.

"You kid... are you the reincarnation of the ancestor?"

There was an unconcealable surprise in his voice, and most importantly, the emotion was calm, without much murderous intent.

Yue Ling and Zhang Jiuyang were both startled.

The blood color in Pei Yulong's eyes gradually faded, and became clear and bright again. He put away the magic sword, waved his hand and said: "No more fighting, kid, stop it!"

"The Ten Thousand Swords Tomb is related to the foundation of the Sword Pavilion, and the Sword of Immortal Execution must not be moved lightly!"

Pei Yulong was still able to maintain his rationality, which showed that he was not completely controlled by the so-called Sword Demon Realm. The previous fight was probably an intentional test.

However, Zhang Jiuyang ignored what he said.

He thought of the dragon girl who was eaten by him, and his murderous intent was fierce. After all, the dragon girl had saved his life several times.

After fighting for so long, you can stop it just by saying so?

The sound became louder and louder, and there was even a sound of a chain breaking, which meant that one of the chains wrapped around the Sword of Immortal Execution was chopped off.

Zhang Jiuyang's figure began to stagger, and even the eye between his eyebrows could no longer be opened. His spirit was exhausted to the extreme.

Feeling the awakening of the ancient sword intent, Pei Yulong finally panicked.

"Okay, okay, I admit that I lied to you!"

"That white dragon is not dead!"

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned.

"The bones on the ground belong to a snake demon. I have never beaten that white dragon. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I just caught a snake demon and roasted it and ate it..."

The awakening ancient sword intent suddenly stopped, and the sound of the chains around it immediately dissipated.

The shaking sword mountain returned to calm again.

"You kid, you are so scary..."

Pei Yulong finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still a little scared.

This kid is really a monster. Not only did he cultivate the Pure Yang Golden Pill and open the Heavenly Eye in advance, he also has a unique flying sword technique that made his eyes light up.

In the end, this kid even activated the senior sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb and awakened the Immortal Sword that had been dormant for thousands of years.

No, who is the disciple of the Sword Pavilion?

Zhang Jiuyang wanted to say something, but his mind suddenly relaxed, and endless fatigue surged over him, drowning him like a wave.

His eyes went dark and he fainted, but before he fainted, he still used up his last bit of strength and raised his middle finger to Pei Yulong.

Old cunt!

Yue Ling moved his body and let Zhang Jiuyang's body lean against his chest, holding the Dragon Sparrow Knife in one hand and hugging him with the other.

Pei Yulong was a little surprised and asked, "He raised his middle finger to me, what does that mean?"

"It should be some kind of Taoist magic formula. Even before he fainted, Brother Zhang was still in a fighting posture. I really admire him!"

Pei Qianhuo praised this behavior.

Pei Yulong always felt that something was strange, but he couldn't tell.

"Master, why did you lie to Brother Zhang?"

Pei Qingchi's voice had a hint of complaint.

Pei Yulong coughed and said, "You brought an outsider back, so I have to test him."

"Then you don't have to be so heavy-handed!"

"Hehe, he cares so much about the white dragon, he is probably the dragon's mistress. I can't beat the white dragon, can't I take the opportunity to vent my anger?"

"But don't tell me, this kid really looks a bit like the ancestor."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and slapped his thigh.

"It's over, it's over. If he is really the reincarnation of the ancestor, then wouldn't I be a traitor?"

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