The God and Buddha are actually me

In ancient times, most execution grounds were built at the entrance of the market or the street corner because there were many people there and the Yang energy could be used to suppress evil spirits.

However, when it was midnight and the night was quiet, it was a completely different experience to come to the execution ground.

The cold wood rustled around and the night crows cried low.

On the platform of the execution ground, there seemed to be some dark red blood stains that could not be washed off, which soaked into the wooden boards and exuded a rotten smell.

A figure stood alone under the stage, quietly watching the empty execution ground.

The ghost face mask under the moonlight was somewhat hideous and terrifying.

Zhang Jiuyang observed the execution ground at Xishikou and looked at the copper rust on it, and his heart moved.

The information collected by Li Yan pointed out that this execution ground was built in the early years of Taiping. Now it is the seventh year of Taiping. In just seven years, it has undergone two repairs.

Why did it corrode so quickly?

Zhang Jiuyang took a deep breath and continued to wait.

Time passed little by little, and it was already the hour of Hai.

Bang! Bang!

Two gong sounds were heard faintly in the distance. It was the night watchman beating the gong to announce the time.

It was the second watch of the night, the hour of Hai.

The ancients divided the night into five watches. The night watchman would beat the gong after each watch. Two gong sounds meant the second watch, which meant that the night was getting darker and people should go to sleep.

Zhang Jiuyang couldn't sleep, as he had to wait for an execution that was impossible to happen.

The surroundings were getting darker and the night wind was getting colder and colder. It was chilly on people's bodies. The shadows of the trees were dancing in the moonlight like hundreds of ghosts walking at night.

The Xishikou execution ground was still empty, and nothing happened.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, three gong sounds were heard in the distance.

The night watchman didn't dare to come to the execution ground, but just walked around from a distance to avoid it.

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly opened his eyes.

It was the third watch of the night, the hour of Zi had arrived!

It is said that the yin energy is the heaviest at this time, and it is when ghosts begin to move.

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the Xishikou execution ground closely, not daring to blink and miss any details. He knew that he was about to face some unknown evil spirit.

His heartbeat began to speed up uncontrollably.

The next moment, the crows on the tree seemed to sense something and made uneasy cries.

A hazy white mist emerged and quickly spread around.

Zhang Jiuyang subconsciously wanted to leave, but stopped abruptly, allowing the white mist to cover him.

"Brother Jiu, I feel a lot of ghosts... Be careful..."

Ah Li's voice sounded.

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and then turned his head back, and couldn't help but feel a chill on his scalp.

I saw that behind him, I didn't know when it was full of people, no, maybe not people.

But ghosts!

They seemed to appear suddenly with the mist, with their toes touching the ground, their faces pale, their eyes cold, without a trace of life, and their dark pupils quietly staring at the execution ground, as if waiting for something.

In an instant, the empty execution ground became "crowded".

But the surroundings were still so quiet that one could hear even a pin drop.

Zhang Jiuyang felt cold in his heart. He was not afraid of ghosts. With the power of eating ghosts, ghosts were nothing but walking food to him. What really made his back cold was that he realized something.

This execution was meant for the dead.

What secrets were hidden in the Xishikou execution ground?

Perhaps sensing Zhang Jiuyang's abnormality, some ghosts slowly twisted their necks, revealing a strange smile on their pale faces.

However, what responded to them was the hideous and terrifying ghost mask and the pair of red eyes full of hostility under the mask.

The ghost-slaying sword in Zhang Jiuyang's hand even clanged in the sheath.

In an instant, the ghosts turned their necks and subconsciously moved away from him, forming a small vacuum zone.

He was no longer a mediocre person. Today, Zhang Jiuyang is definitely a good ghost killer and monster hunter. Looking at Jiuzhou, he is also a person with skills and skills.

Even ghost masters like Blind Lin died under his sword, not to mention these ordinary ghosts.

If there was no important mission tonight, Zhang Jiuyang would have wanted to have a midnight snack.

After waiting for a while, as the biting cold wind blew, the ghosts all looked stern, and a trace of fear appeared in their eyes.

Here they come!

Zhang Jiuyang held his breath and looked at the high platform of the execution ground.

On the execution ground in the white fog, there appeared figures, wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, in neat formation, with a military atmosphere.

But their pupils were burning with ghostly blue fire, their armor was full of copper rust, and there were tiny cracks on their weapons.

The most terrifying thing was that their faces were either rotten with flesh and blood, or in the shape of skulls, and no matter which one, they were covered with strange red hair.

Two words popped up in Zhang Jiuyang's mind instantly.

Ghost soldiers!

But these ghost soldiers seemed different from the two who had captured Uncle Jiang before.

Zhang Jiuyang still remembered the two ghost soldiers who took away Uncle Jiang. They held chains and their pupils were blood red like lanterns. Even without seeing the whole picture, he could still feel the terrible momentum.

It was like the soul-collecting messengers in the underworld, the Black and White Impermanence.

The oppression of these ghost soldiers in front of him was much less, but there were quite a few of them. They were shadowy and seemed to be hundreds or even more.

When the ghost soldiers passed through, the living people avoided them, and those who blocked them would die!

Zhang Jiuyang thought of the dead people in Luotian County, and the dead city of Yongzhou that was destroyed overnight six hundred years ago...

His heartbeat slightly accelerated. The next moment, several pairs of ghost-like pupils looked at him. Fortunately, Zhang Jiuyang had successfully practiced "Zhongyang Zhenren Jinguan Yusuo Jue", which locked the pores around his body and did not leak a trace of Yang Qi.

The eyes of those ghost soldiers passed over him.

"Nineth brother, it's these hateful guys again!"

Ali said viciously in the ghost doll. It was them who captured her father last time. She wanted to cut him into pieces!

At this moment, she was eager to try with two swords in her hands, waiting for the order from the ninth brother to charge into battle.

Zhang Jiuyang continued to watch the ghost soldiers and waited patiently.

He did not forget that the assessment task was to wait for the other party to execute the sentence and then snatch the head of the second prisoner.

But why didn't he see the prisoner?

Zhang Jiuyang quietly stepped closer to the execution ground and finally found something.

It turned out that in the fog, there were several people kneeling with shackles and sacks on their heads.

These so-called prisoners seemed to be not simple either. They had a heavy yin energy on their bodies, and the roar of wild beasts could be heard faintly under the sacks.

The execution in the world of the living was at 3:30 noon, and in the underworld it was at 3:30 midnight.

As the time came, a ghost soldier who looked like a general slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were blood red, his body was burly, and his red-haired hand was slightly raised and waved downward.

It was the third quarter of midnight, and the execution was immediate!

Then a wandering soul floated up. He was wearing an executioner's uniform, holding a ghost-head knife, his eyes were dull, as if he was sleepwalking.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved. This should be the executioner of Luotian County. No wonder he always said that he was beheading in his dreams, and blood could be seen on the knife the next day.

It turned out that he was called by the ghost soldiers to work overtime.

It can be regarded as beheading people during the day and beheading ghosts at night.

But looking at his soul body, it is obvious that his yang energy is deficient and his life span is damaged. He will not live long.

Poor thing, not only is there no benefit, but it also shortens his life.

The first prisoner was brought over, kneeling on the ground and struggling constantly, and the roar under the sack became more and more creepy.

Clang!

The ghost-head knife fell, and the body was split in two.

The half body was still trembling, dark red blood splashed, and even a few drops fell on the ground under Zhang Jiuyang's feet. The surrounding grass and trees immediately withered and yellowed, as if they were corroded by something.

Suddenly, the ghosts watching the execution began to become agitated. They roared and ran towards the corpse like a group of hungry beasts out of the cage.

Eat his flesh and drink his blood!

In the blink of an eye, the prisoner's body was torn into pieces, snatched away, and entered the belly of the evil ghost.

Zhang Jiuyang noticed that some ghosts' yin energy quickly became stronger after eating flesh and blood, and even grew a few red hairs.

And some ghosts, their souls collapsed and wailed to death.

The ghost soldiers did not stop this, but just watched coldly.

However, when a ghost was tempted by flesh and blood and lost his mind and tried to rush to the prisoner who had not yet been executed, they would mercilessly draw their swords and cruelly dismember the ghost.

After a while, the second prisoner began to be executed.

Under the mask, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes condensed.

This person is his target!

The prisoner with shackles and a sack on his head knelt down again.

But unlike other prisoners, this prisoner seemed very calm, and there was no roar from under the sack.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved.

In fact, he had been observing the second prisoner and found many unusual things.

For example, the roars of other prisoners were either angry or fearful, but he was silent and unusually calm.

For example, his figure was not burly, and there was no red hair on the exposed skin, but it was a little dry and rough.

This person must have a special origin, otherwise the old eunuch in the underworld would not have just wanted his head.

The ghost head knife was raised.

The man stuck his head out, and his eyes under the sack seemed to want to look somewhere, but he was ruthlessly beheaded by a knife.

Blood was rolling.

In an instant, the ghosts scrambled again and went towards his flesh and blood. The one running in the front was a man in a black robe with an iron mask and red eyes.

He was extremely violent, holding a red jade-like sword, and any ghost that dared to run in front of him was cut in half with one sword.

The sword that killed ghosts automatically absorbed the Yin Qi, and the sword light became brighter.

Finally, Zhang Jiuyang was the first to run to the prisoner's body and picked up the head covered by the sack.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the moment he picked up the head, he felt countless cold eyes attacking him, and his back was cold.

Zhang Jiuyang was prepared for this. He knew that once he took action, it would be impossible to completely hide his Yang Qi. At that time, he would be as bright as a lantern among the ghosts.

Therefore, he had no intention of fighting, and turned around and left with his head in his arms!

The ghost soldiers were really weird. Before he knew more, he didn't want to cause trouble. It would be best to take the head directly.

But unfortunately, when he wanted to leave, the ghost soldiers would not let him go.

In an instant, it was like poking a hornet's nest. Ghost fire flickered in the eyes of the ghost soldiers. They drew their swords one after another, and their bodies turned into gusts of dark wind, rushing towards Zhang Jiuyang.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The first to arrive were the rain of arrows, like locusts flying by.

The arrows themselves were rusty, but they had a sinister aura, as if they were attached to some terrible curse.

Zhang Jiuyang naturally did not dare to be careless. He jumped into the air, and the sword light was like mercury pouring down, chopped all the arrows shot at him.

He saw several arrows shot at the trees nearby, but there were no arrow marks on the trees, but they withered quickly.

His eyelids jumped, and Zhang Jiuyang remembered the records about the ghost soldiers. One of them was that people who died from the ghost soldiers often had no scars on their bodies, but died strangely.

He turned around and continued to run, but heard Ah Li's voice suddenly rang out.

"Brother Jiu, hide!"

The sound of horse hooves trampled the long street.

A pair of scarlet eyes suddenly lit up in the white fog. It turned out to be the general in golden armor among the ghost soldiers. He held a long spear and rode a skeleton warhorse. He came whistling with a terrifying momentum.

Swoosh!

This shot was extremely fierce and fast, full of murderous aura, as if to nail this living person who dared to rob the execution ground to the ground!

At the critical moment, Zhang Jiuyang's practical training during this period finally paid off.

He dodged almost instinctively, his clothes were torn by the tip of the spear, and he narrowly avoided this thunderous shot.

At the same time, he changed his breathing method, and the gushing breath was like a long wind, blowing away the white fog around, and bursting out incredible power.

Drawing the sword, Qinglong goes out to sea!

The sword flashed like a startled wild goose, sliding across the horse's legs. Zhang Jiuyang flew into the air like a cheetah, then took advantage of the momentum to land and flip over, holding the sword in his backhand, and posing the posture of Liuhe swordsmanship.

The galloping horse screamed, and both legs were broken, and it lost its balance and fell to the ground.

The golden-armored general was calm. He turned his spear to support the ground, then flipped off the horse from the air, stood steadily on the ground, and stared at Zhang Jiuyang with his scarlet eyes.

Obviously, he should have been a general with outstanding martial arts when he was alive.

When the four looked at each other, they could feel that the other party was not easy to mess with.

However, the situation was even more unfavorable for Zhang Jiuyang.

Because all the other ghost soldiers had already rushed over, forming a battle formation to surround Zhang Jiuyang, and the spears were like a forest, slowly advancing.

It seemed that he could not escape...

Zhang Jiuyang put the sack with the head on the ground, and the pupils under the mask began to turn red.

"Ali, call for help!"

Ali immediately flew out of the Yin puppet upon hearing this, and slapped the Five-Demon Army Altar on her waist.

"Little ones, follow the king to kill the Yin soldiers~"

The next moment, a stream of Yin wind flew out of the altar and turned into demon soldiers. In addition to the three generals of red-braised, steamed, and fried at the beginning, there were dozens of more figures.

These were the ones she had obtained during the period when she ordered the three generals to search the mountains and sweep.

In short, they were caught from the graves.

After this period of training, the demon soldiers are no longer wandering souls, but have a trace of evil spirits. Their bodies have become burly and their momentum has become more fierce.

The most exaggerated one is the red-braised general, who used to be an old man who was out of breath when walking, but now he has eight abdominal muscles, knotted muscles, holding a long-handled broadsword, and a fierce breath.

Ali's small body flew up, holding her pink small kitchen knife in front of this group of arrogant soldiers.

"Today is our first battle to bloodbath the underworld, little ones, follow me!"

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