The God and Buddha are actually me

"Practicing sword? What's the use of practicing sword now!"

Neng Ren monk heard "practicing sword" as "practicing sword", his face turned black, facing a powerful enemy, his own people were about to be burned to death, the little Taoist said don't worry, wait for me to practice sword skills.

"Wait until you practice it, it's already eight-tenths cooked!"

"Damn it, the Buddha really didn't check the almanac before going out today, and met a fool!"

Faced with Neng Ren's complaints, Zhang Jiuyang was very calm. He bit his fingertips and began to draw the Seven Stars Treasure Scroll with his own blood.

Mysterious runes were painted on the sword of Taiyue Sword, with dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, all in one go, with a mysterious Taoist rhyme, and the image of the Big Dipper could be vaguely seen.

After a few breaths, these runes disappeared into the sword body.

Zheng!

A loud sword sound rang out, like a dragon swimming in the blue sky, like a phoenix crying, with an indescribable spirituality, as if there was a meaning of joy.

Treasure scroll command spirit!

Neng Ren was stunned for a moment, somewhat unbelievable.

To endow an artifact with spirituality, it usually needs to be opened, which involves a series of complicated processes, and the final effect is closely related to the cultivation of the host.

In theory, at least a cultivator of the fourth realm can perform the opening ceremony, but this person only needs to draw a talisman with blood, and in a snap of a finger, he can give the ancient sword a spirit.

And listening to the sword ringing, it is really full of spirituality, which sounds good.

But he... is obviously only in the first realm of cultivation.

The first step was successful, and a ripple appeared in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. The next step was the most dangerous step, using the pure yang fire to refine the essence of the sword. His last attempt failed here.

But this time, he had confidence in the Taiyue Sword.

"The fire essence of the Southern Emperor, the golden liquid of the Western Emperor, the blazing Kun steel, cast my magic sword!"

As he stepped on the Gangbu and chanted the incantation, the vast yang energy fell from the south of the world and turned into pure yang fire to forge the sword body.

This flame is extremely strong and yang, it is the essence of Bing and Ding in the south, and contains the power of the sun, making the magic sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand almost a dazzling golden color.

Neng Ren's eyes were shocked, and he subconsciously moved away from him, fearing that his golden Buddha would be melted.

Yin!

The Taiyue Sword let out a painful wail, and the sword body trembled violently. If it weren't for Zhang Jiuyang's extraordinary arm strength, ordinary people would probably not be able to hold it.

You must hold on!

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the Taiyue Sword in the flames with anticipation.

After an unknown amount of time, the golden Buddha in Neng Ren's hand had turned red, and the golden liquid kept falling on the ground like lamp oil. His hands were also burned red, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

"Are you done?"

"Master Buddha, I can't hold on any longer!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Taiyue Sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand slowly stopped trembling, and the sound of the sword became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared completely.

The flames dissipated, leaving behind a black sword embryo.

The bright and clear sword body disappeared, replaced by an ugly black sword body, which also exuded a strong smell of burning.

An ancient famous sword that could cut gold and jade seemed to have become a completely useless sword.

"Is this... a failure?"

Monk Nengren looked ashen, and knew that this kid was unreliable...

Wait!

He saw that Zhang Jiuyang not only did not show a disappointed expression, but also showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Om, Ba, Li, Luo..."

Zhang Jiuyang was seen reciting obscure spells, holding the sword in one hand, and the other hand was combined into a sword finger, slowly brushing across the charred sword body.

The third step, the magic spell opened the edge!

The next moment, the black sword embryo brushed by Zhang Jiuyang began to crack inch by inch, and dazzling sword lights bloomed from the cracks.

It was as if a magic sword that had been covered in dust for thousands of years was gently wiped away from the dust and glowed with dazzling brilliance again.

Have you not seen the flying flames and smoke from the Kunwu Iron Smelting, and the red light and purple air are all brilliant!

The Taiyue Sword seemed to be reborn from the fire, like a phoenix reborn from the ashes. The sword body was red like jade, and the patterns of the seven stars and the Big Dipper across the sky could be vaguely seen. There were also mysterious Taoist runes flowing with bright light, which vaguely looked like the word Zhong Kui.

The divine sword was born, and the invisible sword energy made Zhang Jiuyang's Taoist robe dance wildly and his hair fly.

Even the raging sea of ​​fire around was rushed by the sword energy and dared not move forward.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang looked at the Taiyue Sword, or the Sword of Killing Ghosts, with great excitement. Finally, he had his own magic sword.

A great ambition rose in his heart.

How could I get the Sword of Heaven, and cross the sea to kill the long whale!

From now on, he will work side by side with this sword to kill ghosts and exterminate demons and evil!

Kacha!

There was a sound like a broken mirror all around. Under the sword energy as vast as a long river, the illusion of the ghost finally collapsed, and the sea of ​​fire dissipated.

Roar!

The terrifying ghost with thirty heads roared, and thirty pairs of blood-red eyes stared at Zhang Jiuyang, or the terrible magic sword in his hand.

Finally, urged by fear, the ghost turned around and wanted to escape.

But Zhang Jiuyang would not let them go. The magic sword was just completed, so he should sacrifice the ghost to the sword. If he did not kill the enemy, wouldn’t it be a loss of the reputation of the sword that kills ghosts?

He pinched the sword formula with his hand, mobilized the little remaining magic power in his body, and said: "Kill!"

Yin!

The sword that kills ghosts turned into a red light and flew towards the ghost, as fast as a rainbow and as powerful as thunder.

The ghost felt a huge danger, and thirty heads spewed out flames at the same time, turning into a blazing fire curtain to intercept the sword light.

However, how could the magic sword that has been tempered by the pure yang fire be afraid of the fire of ghosts and gods?

But seeing the red light flying like a meteor, the sword energy tore the fire curtain, and the Big Dipper pattern on the sword body shone brightly, dazzling.

"No——"

The ghosts' eyes were filled with fear, and they were ready to scatter and flee. However, the sword light was too fast, and with a flash of red light, it cut off the more than one foot tall ghost body in half.

The incision was as smooth as a mirror and as red as carbon, as if it had been burned by a fierce flame.

Another sword light flashed by, and the ghost heads flew up one after another and rolled down on the cold ground.

The Yin Qi was like a deflated rubber ball, and the ghost body quickly became shriveled and short.

"Stinky Taoist, then we'll both die together, and you can't even try to save him!"

A fierce ghost quietly split out at some point and ran to Mr. Zhou. Without any hesitation, he grabbed the mirror fragment and stabbed Mr. Zhou in the neck.

At the critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed slightly and he pointed his sword together.

Whoosh!

The ghost hand holding the mirror fragment was instantly cut off by the sword light, and turned into Yin Qi and dissipated.

Before the ghost had time to scream, there was another flash of sword light, and its body was already nailed to the wall. How could the weak ghost body withstand the sharp edge of the ghost-slaying sword? It was wiped out in the blink of an eye.

In the end, the magic sword that showed its divine power turned into a red light and was nailed in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

The red sword body was three inches into the ground, and the hilt trembled slightly, making a sword cry like a dragon's roar, as if it was jumping for joy in killing ghosts.

The slain ghosts turned into yin energy and poured into the ghost-slaying sword, and were swallowed and digested by it. The pattern of the Big Dipper on the sword seemed to become a little brighter.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. It turned out that the ghost-slaying sword could absorb Yin energy and become stronger after killing ghosts.

"Sword, Sword Immortal..."

Butler Zhou stared blankly at this scene, almost grinning from ear to ear.

Monk Nengren also held his breath and was shocked by the power of the magic sword.

As soon as the sword is released, all ghosts and gods will lurk, lightning will fly from a hundred feet away, and everything will be destroyed!

He took a deep look at the green-robed Taoist priest with a sword finger in his hand and said: "It turns out that the Sword Immortal was born. May I ask who the master is?"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't speak, just glanced at him quietly.

That gaze was like the edge of a sword, causing Monk Nengren to take a step back and smile angrily: "I have something else to do today, so I'll take my leave now!"

After that, he left quickly without even daring to mention his reward.

Zhang Jiuyang remained motionless.

"Brother Ninth, you are so awesome!"

"But why do you keep keeping this posture?"

Ah Li floated out, her eyes full of admiration, and she tilted her head and asked.

Zhang Jiuyang gave a bitter smile when he heard this, looked at the Ghost Slayer Sword with a bit of resentment in his eyes, and struggled to squeeze out a few words from his mouth.

"Help me... don't fall on my face."

The next moment, he fainted due to overdraft of mana.

Nothing left, all drained.

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