The God and Buddha are actually me

Zhang Jiuyang turned into clouds and hid in the void, silently watching the flying general's Dharma image condensed by thousands of troops, and was amazed in his heart.

As expected, the world is so big that there are all kinds of magic.

He had heard Yue Ling talk about the Dharma image of the ancient general temple before, but hearing it with your ears and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things. Feeling the power of the flying general's Dharma image, he felt inexplicably moved.

The power of mortals can also shake the sky!

And I don’t know if it’s an illusion, the flying general’s Dharma image’s eyes like a hawk seemed to glance at the place where he hid, which made his hair stand on end.

The flying general was a famous general like the god of war of the previous dynasty Dajing. He was very good at bows and arrows. His Japanese-shooting army was feared by the world, invincible, and invincible.

When Dajing was founded 400 years ago, natural disasters continued, the government and the country were in chaos, and various countries were ready to move and formed a coalition to attack Dajing.

Fortunately, the Flying General was born. He shot and killed nine enemy generals in a row in one day, which made the coalition army demoralized and had no fighting spirit. He also led the Japanese army to win seven battles and seven victories, and finally killed the coalition army and fled, saving the building from collapse!

The Flying General also entered the Martial Temple with this achievement and became one of the ten famous generals in ancient and modern times.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the man who called himself the vanguard general Qin Liancheng. This man looked only in his thirties, but he could already master the Flying General Dharma. It seems that he is the leader of this generation in the Ancient General Temple.

Moreover, Shanjun had just stepped out of the Tongtian Mountains, and he was able to quickly mobilize the army to guard it. He was able to command and dispatch with ease, which shows his ability.

The Jizhou Army is well-deserved.

"Shanjun, you have an agreement with my general that you are not allowed to enter my Jizhou territory at will. Do you want to break the agreement?"

Qin Liancheng saw that the other party crushed the arrow of the Flying General Dharma so easily, and the pressure in his heart doubled, but he still rode forward and questioned.

The Tongtian Mountains are a natural barrier. Both the Liao and the Qian wanted to take it for themselves, so that they could attack and defend.

However, the 800-li Tongtian Mountains have a terrifying owner, a big demon named Shanjun, who often sends his little demons down the mountain to rob mortals.

The current Duke Dingguo once led the Jizhou army into the mountains to destroy the demon. The disciples of the Ancient General Temple came out in full force, and even summoned the Dharma image of the military god Yue Jingzhong, and a fierce battle broke out in the Tongtian Mountains.

The final outcome was not ideal.

Shanjun still ruled the world, but he made an agreement with General Yue that the two sides would not disturb each other, and he would not send little demons to commit crimes and rob in Jizhou.

Of course, he only stopped making trouble on the surface, but he would still act secretly. The Shanjun liked to eat human hearts the most. It is said that he would feel itchy if he didn't eat it for a day.

General Yue sent him to lead the army to guard the Tongtian Mountains all year round. In recent years, he has killed many evil demons, but this is the first time he has encountered a mountain king.

"Young man, I smell it, your heart is delicious..."

In the void, the amber eyes of the mountain king stared at Qin Liancheng's heart fiercely, as if there was a terrifying magic that made Qin Liancheng's heart pound.

An incomparable sense of oppression came, as if his heart would burst out of his chest in the next moment.

Gulp!

Qin Liancheng swallowed his saliva, his face could not hide the tension, tightly grasped the spear in his hand, and stared at the mountain king.

If a fight really broke out, he would definitely die here, but he might be able to hold on for a while and hold on until the arrival of the army in the rear.

After all, they were the battle-hardened Jizhou Army. Although he could not avoid fear, he still said with a stiff upper lip: "Marshal Yue is on his way. Please return to the mountain!"

"If Shanjun really wants to break the agreement, I will never retreat even if I die here. I believe that the 200,000 Jizhou Army will avenge us!"

At the same time, the soldiers behind him stepped forward, their eyes were firm, and the sound of swords being unsheathed was exciting.

The Jizhou Army, the most capable army in Daqian, has guarded the border for decades and has fought against the Northern Liao Iron Cavalry many times without giving up an inch of land. They are elite soldiers tempered in blood and fire.

Only such soldiers can condense into the divine image of the ancient general temple.

Shanjun snorted coldly and glanced at the boundary marker under his feet, but he did not take another step forward. Instead, he squinted his eyes, as if he wanted to find Zhang Jiuyang's trace.

It is not advisable to stay for long!

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled, knowing that he couldn't watch any longer. Staying here would not help, and might give Shanjun a reason to cross the border.

The clouds drifted and quietly went away.

A fierce light flashed in Shanjun's pupils. He did not move his body, but silently raised the golden halberd in his hand.

Boom!

Thunders fell on the halberd, and the halberd seemed to come alive, turning into a golden dragon python, roaring, with demonic energy soaring into the sky, and it was fierce and powerful.

Whoosh!

Shanjun threw it violently. Under his terrifying demonic power, the halberd almost tore the void, surrounded by thunder and demonic wind, and stabbed in the direction of Zhang Jiuyang's escape.

He did not see through the other party's transformation technique, but in that direction, he smelled the wonderful smell of the heart.

Not good!

Zhang Jiuyang's scalp was numb. He had opened his eyes and slowed down the speed of the halberd ten times and a hundred times. Everything around him became a slow motion, even the flapping of a flying bird's wings was as slow as a sculpture.

But even so, the golden halberd was still unstoppable, coming with the force of wind and thunder, and its speed was incredibly fast.

This time, he might not be able to stop it even with the dragon-binding rope.

The reason why he was able to block the previous halberd was that he was hiding a hundred feet underground, with thick soil as a natural defense, which reduced the power of the halberd.

Now he might not be able to block it again.

However, Zhang Jiuyang was never a person who would give up and wait for death. While he continued to change his shape, he used the three magic weapons on his body at the same time.

The sword of killing evil was shaking, the dragon-binding rope was ready to go, and there was a purple gold gourd that kept getting bigger, blocking him like a shield. At the same time, silver light flowed on his body, making him look more and more indestructible.

Whoosh!

The flying general suddenly shot an arrow. As expected of a god general with unparalleled archery skills, he could hit even a halberd as fast as lightning. There was a crisp sound of clang.

The arrow broke, and the halberd only paused slightly, reducing its power by three points.

Although Qin Liancheng was the leader among the disciples of the Ancient General Temple, the gap between his cultivation and Shanjun was still too big. In addition, there were less than 5,000 soldiers in the formation, so this arrow still failed to stop the opponent.

At this moment, the dragon roared.

The dragon-binding rope turned into a golden dragon again, entwined around the golden halberd, reducing its power again.

The sword rang, and the Sword of the Slaying Evil broke through the clouds, fearless and sharp, colliding with the halberd tip, making a deafening sound of metal and stone.

The two sides were deadlocked for only a moment, and the Sword of the Slaying Evil flew out in a rotation, but it was not damaged.

It was not the magic weapon that was weak, but Zhang Jiuyang's cultivation.

At this time, the golden halberd had approached Zhang Jiuyang. Even with the consumption of two magic weapons, its power was still like a tidal wave, almost suffocating.

Fortunately, there was a gourd blocking Zhang Jiuyang.

Ding! ! !

The purple gold gourd trembled violently, leaving a deep halberd mark on the gourd, and a stream of green blood flowed out.