The God and Buddha are actually me

Even in his sleep, Zhang Jiuyang felt a deep sense of fatigue, and his head hurt as if it was pierced by a needle.

That was the symptom of excessive consumption of the soul.

The Immortal Execution Sword, as the magic sword of the founder of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Yunsheng, was not so easy to awaken.

If it were not for Lu Zu's sword heart and magical powers, with his strength, even if he spent his whole life, he would not be able to make the Immortal Execution Sword have a slight touch.

In the dark, he seemed to hear someone calling his name, leading him to a certain place.

Opening his eyes, the surrounding sea of ​​clouds was vast, and the sword energy was like an abyss.

This is... the Tomb of Ten Thousand Swords!

Zhang Jiuyang found himself at the top of the Sword Mountain, standing in front of the Immortal Execution Sword that looked like a stone tablet. He wanted to open his eyes, but found that his magical powers seemed to have disappeared.

It was a dream!

Zhang Jiuyang made a judgment in an instant. This was not the real world, but a dream, but it seemed a little different.

It seemed that the Immortal Execution Sword... was calling me?

He looked at the several-meter-high magic sword, which was shaped like a mysterious stele and was wrapped with several heavy chains. On the dark sword body, one could see the mottled traces of ancient times, which seemed to be some kind of runes and patterns, with a mysterious and profound meaning.

The most attractive thing was the dark red blood stains on the sword body after thousands of years of baptism.

Zhang Jiuyang reached out to touch the sword body and stroked the blood stains. Even in his dreams, he seemed to feel a terrible and fierce breath.

Even the corpse-reincarnated immortal of the eighth realm was far inferior to it, and the crazy old man hiding in the prison of hell seemed to be a little worse.

Could it be that the founder of the sword pavilion, Bai Yunsheng, had really used this sword to kill the immortal?

Zhang Jiuyang was secretly shocked. After thousands of years, he seemed to feel the danger and horror of that battle.

At this moment, the sword body trembled slightly, and some changes occurred. The dark red blood stains suddenly flowed, flowing down from the sword body, and condensed into two words at Zhang Jiuyang's feet.

"Save me!"

Zhang Jiuyang was shocked, and a sense of fear arose inexplicably, and the cold air rushed straight to his brain from his tailbone.

Is this the Zhuxian Sword asking for help?

Or does the blood of the immortal on this sword still retain a certain degree of consciousness?

"Who are you? Why are you asking me for help?"

Zhang Jiuyang has experienced many storms, and he quickly calmed down and took the initiative to ask.

Then, the blood flowed again, forming new words.

"I am... Bai Yunsheng."

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed. This answer was beyond his imagination and completely different from his original guess.

The founder of the Sword Pavilion, Bai Yunsheng, the innate sword immortal who pioneered the sword path thousands of years ago, is still alive? And he is talking to me with the help of the Zhuxian Sword?

Zhang Jiuyang was skeptical.

He didn't completely believe the other party. After all, this matter was a bit too absurd, and who dared to say that this blood was not trying to deceive him?

What evil spirits are not in this world?

He was about to continue asking, but Jianshan suddenly trembled violently, and the whole world was shattered.

"They are about to find me..."

The blood flowed faster and faster, and it was a bit sloppy, as if it was a little anxious.

Before the whole world collapsed, the blood formed the last sentence.

"Don't go to the island!"

"Don't go to the island!"

"Don't go to the island!"

Three times in a row, the warning was very obvious.

Then, Zhang Jiuyang felt an invisible suction coming from behind him, sucking him back before the world collapsed.

He looked back and saw a painting.

In the painting, there was a handsome Taoist wearing a Taoist robe and a Huayang scarf on his head, carrying a pure Yang magic sword, pinching the sword formula in his hand, with a fairy-like appearance and a spirit.

It was Lu Zu who was protecting me!

As this thought flashed through his mind, Zhang Jiuyang completely lost consciousness.

...

The shadow of the spring sun is long in the afternoon window, and a good sleep will put everything to rest.

Zhang Jiuyang hadn't slept so soundly for a long time. When he woke up, he felt refreshed and his brain was free of fatigue.

He felt as if he was being guided by something.

It seemed as if someone was teaching him how to breathe and how to sleep.

"The dragon returns to the sea of ​​origin, and the yang hides in the yin. People call it hibernation, but I hibernate my heart."

"Hide its use silently, and breathe deeply. Lying high in the white clouds, there is no one who understands it in the world."

A mantra emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind, but he was soon stunned.

Because he had no idea where this mantra came from, but he somehow understood it.

It was as if someone had whispered it in his ear while he was sleeping.

"Huh? You woke up so soon, kid?"

A voice sounded, with a hint of surprise.

Zhang Jiuyang looked closely and found that he was in a simple house, with an old man sitting cross-legged next to him, who was energetic and fierce.

It was the old sword god Pei Yulong.

He held a sword manual in his hand, and looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a complicated look.

Maybe this young man could be his ancestor.

"How long have I slept?"

Zhang Jiuyang asked, with a hint of blood in his throat and his voice becoming a little hoarse.

"Ancestor——"

"Ahem, you slept for three days and three nights."

"Three days and three nights?"

Zhang Jiuyang was a little surprised, how could he sleep for so long.

"I didn't expect you to wake up so soon."

Pei Yulong expressed his surprise again.

"I don't know how you activated the ancestor's magic sword, but with your current cultivation, it's still too much."

"Although you only activated a wisp of Zhuxian sword intent, you have been severely injured. Although you look intact on the outside, the meridians in your body have been torn. If you hadn't cultivated the Pure Yang Golden Pill, I'm afraid your foundation would be greatly damaged."

"And your soul is even more seriously damaged. I'm even worried that you will never wake up from now on, or you will become a fool when you wake up."

"If so, your lover in the Imperial Observatory will probably fight me to death."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang hurriedly asked: "Where is Yue Ling? How is she?"

Seeing him so anxious and concerned, Pei Yulong showed an expression of regret.

"What's good about women?"

"Women will only affect the speed of our sword drawing. The ancestor once said--"

His voice suddenly stagnated, as if he thought of something, and sighed.

He was afraid that Zhang Jiuyang would suddenly say, no, I didn't say that.

"But that woman really cares about you. She was obviously injured herself, but she insisted on taking care of you for two days and two nights until you were no longer in danger of life, and then she was willing to go into seclusion to heal your wounds."

"I originally thought that you would need at least several years to recuperate after this injury, but now it seems..."

Pei Yulong carefully looked at Zhang Jiuyang and found that he was not only not listless, but full of energy, light in body, and bright in eyes.

How could it be that his soul was injured? People would believe that he had made some progress.

Zhang Jiuyang also discovered this. His physical body was still damaged, but was slowly recovering under the nourishment of pure yang magic.

But his soul had basically recovered.

He remembered the previous baby-like sleeping state and the mantra again.

"The dragon returns to the sea of ​​​​origin, and the yang hides in the yin. People call it a hibernating dragon, but I hibernate my heart."

"Hide its use and breathe deeply. Lying high in the white clouds, there is no one in the world who understands it."

Hibernating dragon...

Suddenly, his heart moved. Could it be the hibernating dragon sleeping pill of the ancestor Chen Tuan?

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