The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 136: Indestructible, fighting against the Painted Skin Master!

Under the water of Hongjiang River, the battle became increasingly fierce.

The wind was rising, the waves were surging, the sound of dragon roars was endless, the surface of the water was almost entirely red, and countless fish and shrimps were affected and became floating corpses.

Boom!

There were constant muffled sounds in the sky, as if trying to attract lightning, but the lightning flashed a few times but was unable to fall.

A hint of joy flashed in the Painted Skin Master's one eye, which meant that the White Dragon's magic power was almost exhausted and he could no longer draw the thunder from the sky.

Thinking of this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This white dragon is really hard to deal with. It is even stronger than he expected. If he hadn't made sufficient preparations and mobilized a helper from the sixth realm, he would probably have failed.

Thinking of the dragon balls that were going to be taken away, he felt a dull pain in his heart, but no matter what, it was worth it.

Wasn't it just for that thing that he stayed in Yangzhou for so many years?

Roar!
A monster-like roar came from the bottom of the water, which was actually like a dragon's roar, but it was somewhat ambiguous.

"Master Painted Skin, it's agreed that the Dragon Ball belongs to me!"

"She has been seriously injured and won't be able to hold on for much longer!"

Heavy rain fell and dark clouds covered the moon.

It seemed as if it was wailing for the misfortune of a real dragon.

Boom!

At this moment, countless brilliant thunders fell and bombarded the woods around Hongjiang. In an instant, the earth shook, thunder and fire shot up into the sky, and countless screams were heard.

Those were the surviving subordinates of the Painted Skin Master. They were guarding the surrounding area and would kill any civilians who strayed in. However, at this moment they became the lambs to be slaughtered.

"kill!!!"

In the dark night, the wind was blowing hard, the roar was shaking the sky, and countless soldiers rushed out, holding bloody swords, extremely brave, and rushed towards the Painted Skin Master's men like a tide, and they engaged in hand-to-hand combat in an instant.

call!
With a flap of its wings, a terrifying figure two meters tall fell from the sky, stepping on the ground to create cracks. It had a green face and fangs, hair like cinnabar, and two bloody knives that were terrifyingly winding and emitting a strong smell of blood.

The Painted Skin Master completely ignored the huge monster and instead fixed his gaze on the man standing on the monster's shoulders.

He was wearing a black robe and had a ghost face, standing with his hands behind his back, like a demon god that had descended upon the earth, with hundreds of ghosts following him as he walked at night.

"Yama!"

The single eye under the Painted Skin's mask instantly turned blood red, and the hateful gaze stabbed at the tall figure like a knife.

"I told you that you shouldn't have come to Qingzhou."

Zhang Jiuyang did not open his mouth, but spoke using ventriloquism. His voice was like muffled thunder, powerful and loud, intimidating without even being angry.

The Painted Skin Master flew into a rage and said, "Yan Luo, I didn't provoke you when I came to Qingzhou, you are meddling too much!"

"I told you that you shouldn't have come to Qingzhou, let alone steal my prey."

"That white dragon is my mount."

The Painted Skin Master sneered and said, "Are you kidding a three-year-old? The white dragon is as powerful as you and me. Could it be your mount?"

Zhang Jiuyang said calmly: "Now, take your people and get out of Qingzhou immediately, otherwise..."

Under the mask, his eyes gradually turned red, as if there were flames burning. The terrible hostility almost solidified into substance, exuding an invisible deterrent.

"I killed you."

As he finished speaking, the shouts of the rampant soldiers became louder and louder. They had already gained the upper hand, like an indestructible undead army. Wherever they went, the grass and trees withered and the air was filled with negative energy.

The Painted Skin Lord's men were all powerful, but many of them died under the white dragon's thunder, and those who were left alive were also injured. Faced with such a ferocious undead army, they were on the verge of collapse after holding on for a moment.

The Painted Skin Master's pupils narrowed. These seemed to be ghost soldiers. Could it be that this mysterious Yama came from the underworld?
No wonder he was able to take away Chen Er’s head from the ghost soldiers, no wonder he suddenly appeared and was so arrogant, it turned out that he came from the mysterious underworld.

He thought he had seen through Yan Luo's intentions, and became even more fearful.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more one knows that this world is not simple. There are many great terrors in the dark, so even someone like him does not dare to act too arrogantly.

Afraid of being targeted by the real terrorists.

The underworld is one of them.

"Yan Luo, this dragon...I want it!"

Although he was even more fearful in his heart, the Painted Skin Master did not retreat at all.

He has put in too much effort to slay the dragon this time. If he gives up just because of intimidation, how will he have face in the future?

What's more, he was the one who dug out one of his eyes.

Even if Yan Luo really came from the underworld, he would kill him!

"Master Painted Skin, damn it, why are you distracted again? Hurry up and control the formation!"

A voice came from the bottom of the water, furious.

Zhang Jiuyang looked towards Hongjiang and saw two huge monsters flashing by underwater. One of them was a white dragon, but its snow-white jade scales were almost stained red with blood, and there were many scars on its body, revealing its skin and flesh.

Whoosh!
Ao Ya turned into a baby dragon and rushed into the water without hesitation to help her sister.

Zhang Jiuyang's heart sank, knowing that with such a serious injury, the Dragon Girl would not be able to hold on for much longer.

"Ali, go help the dragon girl."

He used his magical powers to transmit sound.

"Okay, Brother Nine, be careful!"

Ali flapped her wings and rushed to the bottom of the water. The soldiers who rushed over followed her to support the dragon girl and kill the monster under the water.

"Master Painted Skin, what are you doing?"

A voice from underwater sounded, clearly a little frustrated.

Just when the mission was about to be accomplished, why did so many people suddenly come to kill us?

"Brown Three!"

The Painted Skin Master's voice sounded, exceptionally solemn.

"The White Dragon has also recruited helpers. I will stop the most powerful one. You should kill the White Dragon quickly and take his dragon ball!"

"One Eye, who are you trying to stop?"

The golden mole on Zhang Jiuyang's palm instantly spread and turned into gold foil that spread over his entire body. From head to toe, he emitted an eternal golden light that was as bright as the sun and as dazzling as a rainbow.

Even his red eyes were tinged with gold.

It was an indescribable power, a terrifying force brewing in the flesh and blood, enough to move mountains and overturn rivers and seas.

This is... the Immortal Golden Body?
A hint of enlightenment emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind. If the first two levels still had the color of martial arts, then the third level had already involved the realm of God.

The body is extraordinary and indestructible, the qi and blood are like the sun, and there is Vajra power in his every move. He is like a dragon and an elephant, and is immune to all evil.

The golden body of Buddhism is indeed unique. The Painted Skin Master's one eye was shocked, and even shed tears due to the stimulation of the golden light. This kind of golden light of Buddhism also has a restraining effect on him.

"Are you a Buddhist?"

He couldn't help but ask out loud, looking horrified.

Zhang Jiuyang did not answer. Under the mask, his pair of red-gold eyes contained almost no human emotion and were extremely cold.

Time is precious, see if you can kill him!

boom!
He lightly tapped his feet, and the ground cracked into pieces. His body was like a golden lightning, breaking through the air with a sound like thunder, extremely domineering.

The Painted Skin Master reacted very quickly. He formed seals with his hands and flashed by with afterimages.

"curse!"

He was chanting a mysterious scripture and his hand seals were also very strange. He was actually doing the Taoist's Seal of Gathering Luck in reverse.

A strange force fell on Zhang Jiuyang, as if countless evil spirits were dragging his body and gnawing at his flesh and blood.

Zhang Jiuyang's golden fist paused slightly.

But it was only a slight pause.

The next moment, a golden wave of blood erupted, rising into the sky like a wolf smoke, accompanied by the red Jade Pivot Sky Fire.

The so-called power of the curse was instantly swept away.

boom!
He punched the Painted Skin Master, and in an instant his flesh and blood blurred and splattered everywhere.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned slightly.

The next moment, the minced meat turned into a broken straw man.

"Yan Luo! You are looking for death!!"

A trace of pain flashed across the Painted Skin Master's one eye. It was obvious that the straw man who could die in his place was very precious.

He formed seals again, but this time it was not a spell, but a Taoist magical power.

"All the gods of heaven and earth, obey my command. Plants and trees will become your horses, and insects and ants will become your soldiers..."

He just pointed his finger, and the grass and trees fell down and turned into war horses, while the insects and ants turned into demon soldiers, riding on the war horses to kill Zhang Jiuyang.

However, the figure shrouded in golden light and heavenly fire was too overbearing. Zhang Jiuyang did not try to dodge at all, and continued to rush towards the Painted Skin Master like lightning.

All the swords and weapons that hit him were shattered, and the golden blood wave washed away the demon soldiers and horses, revealing their true forms.

The Painted Skin Master's pupils condensed, and he successfully performed the escape technique before Zhang Jiuyang broke his neck.

His figure disappeared, it turned out to be a very rare moonlight escape technique, which could temporarily hide his body in the moonlight, just like those moon demons.

Zhang Jiuyang immediately realized that the Painted Skin Master also had the Moon Devil's mask.

The Moon Demon is invisible and formless, but his skin can be peeled off and made into a mask. This shows that his ability of painted skin has reached the pinnacle of cultivation and is no longer attached to appearance.

From the spell just now, to cutting grass to make horses, clicking ants to make soldiers, and now the moonlight escape technique, the Painted Skin Master's methods are not only diverse, but also very wide-ranging.

Evil cultivators, Taoist sects, demons...

The golden light in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes was still bright, but he began to feel a little bit troubled.

He couldn't keep fighting like this, otherwise the incense stick of time would pass quickly. He had to change his strategy!

A fierce light flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. He took a deep breath, like a whale sucking water, and absorbed all the moonlight from all directions into his mouth and nose.

A ray of moonlight escaped and turned into the Painted Skin Master.

He formed seals again, and it was a new spell, as if he had infinite magical powers and a myriad of means.

Zhang Jiuyang ignored him and turned around decisively, rushing towards the bottom of the Hongjiang River.

Since you like to hide, then kill the one who can't hide, and then join forces with the Dragon Girl.

boom!
Water splashed everywhere, and his body fell into the water like a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds, smashing towards the figure that was still fighting.

Zhang Jiuyang finally saw the appearance of the monster in the water.

It turned out to be a dragon, a very strange dragon.

It is about a hundred feet long, covered with red scales, and looks very similar to a real dragon, but its temperament is very evil. It does not have the innate nobility and mystery of the dragon clan.

The reason why it is weird is that there are a lot of weeds and mosses, as well as some red hair, growing on the dragon's body, making it look very dirty and filthy.

This dragon named Zong San was extremely powerful. When Bai Long was seriously injured, Ao Ya, A Li and Cang Bing joined forces but were all defeated.

Ao Ya had no idea how many times he had been beaten away by the opponent. Cracks appeared on his black dragon scales and blood oozed out.

But she was not afraid and did not cry out in pain. She just rushed forward bravely again and again, and bit off the other's hair even if she was hurt.

Ali's double swords chopped on the dragon's scales, splashing sparks and leaving only white marks. Even the weapons and bites of the rampant soldiers were unable to break through the defense and could only slow down the dragon's movements.

While hacking and killing, Ali desperately cast spells, and blood kept coming out of her eyes.

The dragon's eyes were dazed several times and it bumped into the stone wall. It was furious and the dragon horns on its head burst into red light and shot towards Ali.

Fortunately, the white dragon swung its tail and swept Ali away in time, thus avoiding the red light.

The stone walls illuminated by the red light actually melted directly, like magma, and then quickly cooled down in the water.

The white dragon was already very weak, her blood had almost all been drained out, and her white body was covered with scars.

"Ao Ya, go!"

"Take Ao Ya away quickly!"

There was some urgency in her voice.

Chilong laughed loudly and said, "No one can leave!"

At this moment, a voice sounded above its head.

"That's right, no one can leave."

Immediately afterwards, a figure fell from the sky like a meteor, hit the dragon's head, and directly stepped the dragon's body of more than a hundred feet into the mud at the bottom of the water.

The white dragon was startled, its glass-like eyes staring at the slender figure shrouded in golden light and flames.

Zhang Jiuyang stepped on the dragon head and raised his golden fist, with murderous intent in his red eyes.

"You think you can bully my mount?"

boom! ! !
The earth shook and huge waves splashed.

"Painted Skin Master, are you dead!!!"

Beneath the mud at the bottom of the water, the mournful cry of a dragon could be heard faintly.

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(End of this chapter)