The God and Buddha are actually me

Above the Yellow Spring, a lone boat drifted, as if he was the only one left in this lifeless world, and he didn't know where to drift.

This feeling was very disturbing.

What was even more bizarre was that Zhang Jiuyang used all his magic power in his eyes, and he could faintly see something swimming under the yellow river.

They surrounded the boat, as if they felt the yang energy of the living, and were salivating.

The twisted figure, just a glimpse, was frightening.

Zhang Jiuyang remembered the horror stories his grandfather had told him in his previous life. One of them was that there was a monster hiding under the Yellow Spring that fed on the souls of the dead.

They coveted the ferry that took the souls of the dead, and would try to capsize the boat and then feast on the souls of the dead.

If a living person accidentally entered the underworld, the yang energy emitted would be an incomparable delicacy for them, enough to drive them crazy.

Dong! Dong!

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt the boat under his feet shaking a little, as if the bottom of the boat was hit by something, but fortunately he had an amazing physique and his lower limbs were very stable, so his body did not shake.

Then, he saw blood mist appear on the monsters under the water, and they seemed to scream, and stopped hitting the boat, just following silently.

It was the light!

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the white lantern on the ferry, in which there was a faint blue flame, like a ghost fire.

It was the light of this lantern that made the monsters that hit the boat underwater seem to be burned by fire and splashed with blood mist.

Obviously, this lantern was to protect the ferry. If Zhang Jiuyang was a ghost, those monsters might have given up, but he was a living person.

The tempting yang energy made them crazy.

Not long after, there was another collision sound under the boat. Although burned by the light, they still continued to fall.

The boat was shaking more and more. If Zhang Jiuyang had not been a cultivator with magical powers, he would have fallen into the water and been eaten by the monsters.

There was a hint of hostility in his eyes.

Since he came here, he could feel the pervasive Yin Qi. Perhaps because he was carrying the "Wang Lingguan Guarding Lingxiao Tu", he felt a little disgusted in his heart.

Wang Lingguan was in charge of the sky fire and thunder. He had a strong and domineering personality and hated evil. Naturally, he hated this kind of filthy and dirty place the most.

He wished he could just flatten it and kill him!

The hostility began to grow out of his control. His Yang Qi became more vigorous, and the hot air rose in his body, like a steamer.

This made the monsters below even more crazy, and they would not hesitate to be burned by the lights to overturn the boat.

In an instant, the boat was shaky, like a small boat in a storm.

Not only was Zhang Jiuyang not afraid, but he showed a hideous smile. His pupils turned red at some point, as if burning with red-gold flames.

He even wanted to jump off the boat and burn these bastards to ashes!

Let the raging fire burn this filthy Yellow Spring clean!

Just when his reason could no longer suppress the violent anger, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The underwater monsters stopped hitting the boat and just followed silently.

It seemed that something appeared in front of them that made them afraid.

It was a door, a majestic door that was ten feet high. The appearance made Zhang Jiuyang somewhat familiar. Then he thought, isn’t this the appearance of the token in his mind?

It was also the ghost gate pattern that Blind Lin had drawn on the ground with his own blood.

Yellow Spring Road, Ghost Gate, Ten Heavenly Stems, Chaos in the World.

Zhang Jiuyang's mind once again emerged with this sentence. He has now walked the Yellow Spring Road and reached the Ghost Gate. Then, is he going to see the Ten Heavenly Stems next?

The Ghost Gate was not opened, but tightly closed. A hideous-looking Bi'an was engraved on the door lock. I don't know if it was an illusion, but when Zhang Jiuyang looked over, the Bi'an's eyes seemed to be moving slightly.

According to legend, the dragon gave birth to nine sons, each of them was different. Bi'an was the seventh, also known as the Charter. It looked like a tiger and was powerful. It was often engraved on the prison gates of the human world.

Well, it's okay. After all, hell is also a prison.

The boat continued to move forward. When it was about to reach the Ghost Gate, the token in Zhang Jiuyang's mind shot out a black light, shining on Bi'an's eyes.

The next moment, the two eyes actually blinked, and then came alive, revealing a tyrannical look, as if they were disturbed from a deep sleep.

However, it was looking at a pair of eyes that were more tyrannical and more violent than his. The red-gold flames burning in the depths of the eyes frightened the Bi'an on the Ghost Gate.

It opened its mouth obediently, and then the majestic gate of hell split up and down, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth.

The boat slowly floated in.

The eyes of Bi'an turned slightly, and out of some selfishness, it did not close the door immediately, but opened it for a while longer, allowing the monsters under the Yellow Spring to swim in.

However, not long after, it seemed to see a terrible scene, and there was a trace of fear in its eyes.

The newcomer this time... is simply a monster!

What kind of flame is that that can boil even the coldest Yellow Spring water in the world?

It's so hot!

Smoke came out of Bi'an's eyes, as if it was roasted, and its originally brass-colored body gradually turned red, like a red-hot iron.

...

The boat passed through the gate of hell, and the surroundings became very dark. The lights on the boat became more and more shaky, as if they were constantly being eroded by the darkness.

Finally, after a brief struggle, the lights went out completely.

The next moment, Zhang Jiuyang felt the boat under his feet suddenly sink, as if it had lost its buoyancy and fell into the underworld.

The monsters that had been coveting for a long time rushed up instantly, and Zhang Jiuyang finally saw their faces clearly.

They were ape-like monsters, covered with red hair, as if they were stained with blood, with a dark red luster.

Their pupils were blood red, and there were many places on their bodies that were rotten and pus-filled. Their teeth were yellow and smelly, and there were still a few strands of rotten meat hanging.

It was as if they had cannibalized each other after being extremely hungry.

Zhang Jiuyang looked at their red hair and immediately remembered the two ghost soldiers who had captured Uncle Jiang. They seemed to be somewhat similar to this group of monsters, but they were very different.

The two ghost soldiers were obviously conscious, but this group of monsters only had the desire to be bloodthirsty and eat.

The red-haired arms grabbed Zhang Jiuyang's calves, arms and neck, trying to dismember him, but he was not afraid, and his face showed a smile full of hostility.

In an instant, his body turned into a blazing furnace, and the hot air gushed out from his pores. Even the Golden Gate and Jade Lock Jue of Chongyang Zhenren could not suppress it.

A ray of red-gold flame danced, and even under the extremely cold water of Huangquan, it was still hot and dazzling.

…

On Huangquan, there stood a sacred mountain, towering a hundred feet high.

According to legend, there were ten most ferocious ghost kings in the underworld, known as the Ten Cave Ghost Kings. They had evil ghosts like clouds under their command, occupying the netherworld and dominating the underworld.

The Ten Cave Ghost Kings became sworn brothers on Mount Yanfu and agreed to fight together in the world of the living.

As a result, one ghost king broke his promise, retreated in the face of the battle, and stayed alone in the underworld. The other nine ghost kings showed off their power in the world of the living, and ended up meeting the reincarnation of Vajra King.

That was one of the three generations of Vajra King. The King stepped on the sky fire and held the thunder in his hand. He was extremely powerful and killed all the nine ghost kings. He also died of exhaustion.

At this point, only the traitor of the Ten Cave Ghost Kings was still alive. His name was Yinshan, and he was the Yinshan Ghost King worshipped by the Yinshan Sect.

It is said that the Yamafu Mountain where the ghost kings became sworn brothers has always been filled with the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling. It stands on the Yellow Spring and has become a very dangerous place. Even evil ghosts dare not set foot there.

But at this moment, there are several figures on the top of Yamafu Mountain.

They sat high on the throne where the Ten Cave Ghost Kings became sworn brothers. They were covered with hazy clouds and smoke, covering their faces, and their figures looked unusually tall and majestic.

The throne was not full, and the seats engraved with the characters Bing, Ren and Gui were vacant.

A voice sounded, a little sharp.

"Why didn't the old ghost come again? It's not enough that he's weak, but he's so arrogant. He was mysterious before and said he was going to raise a heavenly ghost, but now there's not even a feather in his mouth?"

The speaker was the seventh Heavenly Stem, Geng.

He seemed to have a very bad temper, and he was somewhat contemptuous of Blind Lin's attitude.

The other Heavenly Stems didn't speak, as if no one wanted to pay attention to him.

Geng was a chatterbox, and he kept talking, which finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the eighth Heavenly Stem 'Xin'.

"Haha, although the old ghost is a waste, his method of raising ghosts is still worth seeing. If he really refines a heavenly ghost, do you think you can still beat him?"

Xin's voice was hoarse and deep, as if there were countless poisonous snakes crawling in his throat, with a very cold temperament, which made people shudder.

Geng's temper suddenly flared up. He sneered and said, "Shut up, the old eunuchs in the palace have better voices than you."

"You——"

Xin was about to retort when he suddenly heard a powerful, low voice that seemed to contain endless pressure.

"The old ghost is dead."

All the heavenly stems were shocked and looked at the majestic figure hidden in the clouds and smoke at the top.

He sat on the Jia throne, the first of the ten heavenly stems. It is said that this seat belonged to the Daluo Ghost King, the head of the ten cave ghost kings. He was the Lord of Huangquan and the Lord of the Underworld, known as the Ghost King among the Ghost Kings.

Although the reincarnation of Vajra King killed the nine ghost kings, he was finally dug out of his heart by the Daluo Ghost King.

The one sitting on this seat now is called Tianzun.

Even with Geng's rebelliousness, he restrained his edge and kept silent at this moment.

Yi, who was ranked second, spoke slowly, his voice was like a bell.

"It was done by the Imperial Observatory, right? Although Lao Gui is not very capable, he is one of the Ten Heavenly Stems after all. There are not many people in the Imperial Observatory who are capable of killing him. Could it be that sick cat who did it?"

As he spoke, he seemed to know the Imperial Observatory very well, and his voice was full of disgust.

Tianzun's voice sounded again, deafening, and it seemed that the whole Yamafu Mountain was trembling slightly.

"The one who killed Lao Gui was the head of the Lingtai Lang of the Imperial Observatory, Ming Wang Yue Ling."

"Ming Wang?"

Geng's temper came up again, and he sneered: "A little girl dared to call Ming Wang, aren't you afraid that she can't bear it."

After a pause, he said: "I will go to Daqian to meet her in person. Although Lao Gui is not a thing, he won't let an outsider kill him!"

Although he disdained Lao Gui in his mouth, when he knew that Lao Gui died at the hands of the Imperial Observatory, he was the only one who offered to help him avenge.

At this time, Yi spoke out to dissuade him.

"The Imperial Observatory is not as simple as you think. Otherwise, I would have killed that sick cat long ago after fighting with them for so many years. Why drag it on until now?"

The eighth heavenly stem 'Xin' also agreed with Yi's opinion. His voice was still so hoarse, as if the vocal cords were damaged by smoke and fire.

"Ming Wang Yue Ling is indeed quite capable. Many of my men have died under her knife over the years."

Geng was a little indignant and wanted to say something else, but he heard the voice of Tianzun again.

"The focus of today's gathering in Huangquan is not revenge, but a newcomer will replace Laogui and become the ninth heavenly stem."

"He is Laogui's choice and has been recognized by Huangquan Order."

Hearing this, even 'Ding', who had been watching from the sidelines, was touched and said: "It seems that there have been no newcomers for a long time in so many years. The last newcomer who participated in the assessment was a spy from the Imperial Observatory, and was cut open and his heart was dug out by Laogui."

After a pause, he swallowed his saliva and savored it: "The heart is very delicious. He is worthy of being a cultivator of the fifth realm. I enjoyed it very much!"

Geng snorted coldly and said: "Newcomer? I want to see what ability he has to replace Laogui, but he must not even be unable to pass Huangquan."

Ding just smiled slightly and said in a voice full of desire: "I just want to taste his heart."

Yi whispered a Buddhist name and said: "If you don't even have the ability to pass Huangquan, how can you talk about going up the mountain?"

The eighth heavenly stem 'Xin' smiled gloomily, which was creepy.

"If he wants to become the ninth heavenly stem, according to the rules, he must cross the river first and then accept my test..."

"I hope he is more capable, so that I can have more fun..."

Geng shook his head when he heard this. Xin's methods were too weird and cruel, even he was afraid of them. It was really bad luck for this newcomer to accept his test.

I am afraid he will die miserably.

Of course, maybe it is difficult for the newcomer to even cross the river. After all, it has been so long and the other party has not appeared. He must be trapped in the river.

The water of the Yellow Spring is icy cold and extremely yin. No matter whether it is a human, a ghost, a demon or a monster, once they fall into the water, they will be corroded by the dead air, not to mention that there are bloodthirsty monsters under the water.

I don't know how many newcomers have been buried in the crossing of the river alone.

Time passed little by little, just when everyone thought that the newcomer had been buried under the water, something strange happened.

The water of the Yellow Spring, which is known as the most evil and sinister in the world, suddenly began to boil, making a gurgling sound, and faintly visible red color.

It was as if there was a blazing sun under the water.

Then, the bodies of red-haired monsters floated to the surface, densely packed, and all of them were charred black.

A figure surrounded by red-gold flames slowly walked out of the water. Even through the clouds and smoke that concealed their identities, it could not stop the heat and tyranny that wanted to burn everything.

The terrifying murderous aura rose to the sky.

Zhang Jiuyang held a monster by the neck. Under the sky fire, the monster let out a heart-wrenching scream and quickly turned into charcoal.

He stared at the heavenly stems on Mount Yamafu with his red eyes full of murderous aura, and slowly squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

"You bastards, you must be waiting impatiently."

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