The God and Buddha are actually me

The rain was over and the sky cleared.

In the wild mountains and ridges, under the big locust tree, Zhang Jiuyang had been unconscious for a whole night.

As the heavy rain ended, animals began to appear around, and the cicadas, birds, and streams made the whole forest seem like a lively painting.

Zhang Jiuyang was the one who didn't fit in.

Although a lot of the power of Yin Lei was led away by Ah Li, there was still a lot left, constantly eroding his already scarred body, but at a much slower speed.

The smell of rotten meat and blood began to spread, attracting many carnivorous animals.

But these small animals didn't dare to come forward, they only dared to watch from a distance, because the two pink kitchen knives were emitting an invisible evil spirit.

The instinct of survival made them choose to wait and see and retreat.

After an unknown period of time, a crow's cry sounded.

Many crows landed on the branches of the locust tree, their black eyes quietly looking at the figure below, as if waiting for something.

They were waiting for Zhang Jiuyang to take his last breath, and then share this feast.

But before long, another heavyweight predator appeared. It was a huge black bear, which looked ferocious and seemed to have been hungry for a long time. It drooled at the smell of rotten meat in the air.

There was a rumor on Earth in the later generations that you can pretend to be dead when you meet a bear, but in fact, black bears are scavengers and don't mind eating corpses.

Their sensitive sense of smell can even allow them to smell the smell of rotten meat six miles away.

It is obvious that this black bear smelled the smell of rotten meat on Zhang Jiuyang's wound and tracked him all the way here.

Although it also felt the evil spirit of the two pink kitchen knives, its extreme hunger and natural ferocity made it choose to approach step by step.

The smelly saliva dripped down.

But just as it gradually approached three feet in front of Zhang Jiuyang, a golden light suddenly flew out, dancing in the air like a dragon, and instantly wrapped around the black bear's body.

Dragon Binding Rope!

Although Zhang Jiuyang was unconscious, his magic weapon would automatically protect him. The Dragon Binding Rope was usually a golden belt tied around his waist, but if he encountered danger, it would immediately turn into a sharp weapon to kill and trap the enemy.

Even a dragon could be bound, let alone a black bear with no intelligence?

The black bear let out a mournful cry, and the power it was proud of was completely worthless in front of the Dragon Binding Rope. Its huge body seemed to be strangled by the golden dragon, and its bones made crackling sounds, and blood mist spurted out of its pores.

In an instant, the jungle overlord was strangled to death, like a pool of mud.

But at the moment when the Dragon Binding Rope strangled it, something strange happened.

The crows on the locust tree, which had been waiting quietly, suddenly flew towards Zhang Jiuyang, making sharp cries, and a flash of blood in their pupils.

The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind!

Clang!

A flash of red sword light passed by, like lightning from the sky, and instantly chopped the crows into pieces of meat.

The evil-slaying sword automatically protected its master!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The sword light was like a rainstorm, directly killing all the creatures within a hundred feet. The sharp sword energy was like a rushing river, making a bloody rain fall from the sky.

I don’t know how many crows died in the sword energy.

But strangely, there were still many crows flying in the distance. Their eyes seemed to have some similar characteristics, looking at Zhang Jiuyang, as if they were thinking.

The crows’ voices echoed in the ancient forest.

A figure loomed, constantly looking at Zhang Jiuyang under the locust tree.

After confirming that Zhang Jiuyang was unconscious, her eyes shifted to the golden dragon-binding rope and the red sword, and a trace of greed flashed in the depths of her pupils.

Even the two pink kitchen knives were treasures that made her heart beat.

This man seemed to be a powerful monk, but he was dead. These magic weapons were ownerless. If she could get them...

Driven by greed, she began to move forward cautiously.

The Evil-Slaying Sword felt threatened, turned its position, and pointed the tip of the sword towards her, clanging and emitting sword energy.

The Dragon Binding Rope also released the black bear and returned to Zhang Jiuyang's waist, ready to fly out again to defeat the demon at any time.

The woman paused.

After hesitating for a moment, she slowly took a step forward.

These magic weapons didn't look easy to mess with, but those monks often came in groups and had sects and families. Who knew if anyone would come to collect their bodies?

By then, it would be difficult for her to get these magic weapons again.

But just when she made up her mind to take a risk, her pupils suddenly trembled, and a sense of crisis emerged in her heart.

She saw that the figure who seemed to be unconscious and dead suddenly moved one of his fingers.

This moment frightened her instantly, and she fled far away, leaving only the crows standing on the branches and watching.

…

Under the locust tree, Zhang Jiuyang's fingers moved slightly, and then he regained his calm.

In fact, he had woken up in the morning when the heavy rain stopped, but he was seriously injured and could not move, and even could not open his eyes.

Fortunately, he opened his eyes, and his soul power was strong, so he could "see" the surrounding scenes.

At the beginning, he saw that there was something wrong with the crows. They were too quiet, and there was even a trace of human thinking in their eyes.

Someone was using the eyes of these crows to watch him, the uninvited guest.

Of course, it is more likely that it was not a human, but an evil spirit hidden in this desolate mountain.

As for the black bear, it should have been lured by the other party for testing.

So he just let the dragon-binding rope kill the enemy first, and kept the evil-slaying sword to wait for the opponent to show up. The plan went smoothly. He had made the best response, but the opponent was very cautious.

He always kept a distance of more than a hundred feet from him.

If it were normal, Zhang Jiuyang could fly his sword to take the opponent's head even if they were thousands of feet away, but in this current state, one hundred feet was the limit.

And when the other party showed up, he also discovered something terrible.

That is, the enemy's strength is not weak, and the evil spirit and yin energy on his body are very strong. According to Qin Tianjian's classification of evil spirits, he should be at the evil level, which is equivalent to the fourth level.

Among the four realms, Zhang Jiuyang boasted that he was invincible at the same level, but that was a normal state. At this moment, he had no confidence that he could kill a evil evil spirit.

Therefore, after the opponent kept getting closer, he tried his best to scare him away with a slight tremble of his fingers.

But he knew that this was just a delaying tactic. The evil evil spirit would eventually come again, and the same method would not work next time.

It seemed that his luck was really bad this time. The random teleportation actually landed in this uninhabited deep mountain forest, and there was a powerful evil spirit nearby.

It's almost like a courier.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, but he was not desperate. Instead, he was calmly thinking about what to do.

If you want to survive, there seem to be only two ways at the moment.

The first is to wait for Yue Ling to come. Once she arrives, there will be no danger. But the question is, can Yue Ling arrive in time?

You must know that at this moment, the Mark of King Ming in his sea of ​​consciousness has been exhausted.

The second way is to save yourself. You must recover some of your injuries before the opponent strikes, so that you can fight!

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang calmed down and remembered a method he had just learned recently.

Ancestor Chen Tuan’s Hiding Dragon and Sleeping Pill Technique!