The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 152: Nine Yang Fighting the Tiger, Tiger Skin

Boom!

The lightning struck the tiger demon's body, burning its shiny white hair into black and emitting plumes of black smoke.

Roar!
Seeing that his beloved fur was damaged, the tiger demon's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and the demonic energy around him increased. The howling demonic wind even blew away the lightning.

Clang!
The Ghost-Slaying Sword slashed towards it, but it swayed in the evil wind, staggered, and lost its accuracy.

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, feeling puzzled. This tiger demon's cultivation level was not very high, but why were its protective demonic energy and its ability to control the wind so powerful?

Thunder in the Palm!
Zhang Jiuyang circulated the thunder energy in his dantian and mobilized the magic power throughout his body. The thunder mark on the palm of his hand became more and more obvious, flashing dazzling lightning. In the midst of the storm, he actually attracted the thunder in the sky.

It is no longer thunder coming from the palm of your hand, but thunder falling from the sky!

Boom!

Thunder fell from the sky and struck the tiger demon on the head.

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang was like the legendary god of thunder, holding the power of life and death over heaven and earth, with such mighty power that the wind and clouds were stirred.

The palm thunder originally came from the unique skill of the Five Thunders Orthodox Method, which was passed down from Wang Lingguan, the Taiyi Thunder Sound Yinghua Tianzun. Although Zhang Jiuyang only learned the technique and not the fundamental method, he still took advantage of the weather during a thunderstorm and brought down a real thunder from the sky.

In an instant, the world became bright.

The thunder, winding like a dragon, struck towards the tiger demon, piercing through the demonic wind, and the thick demonic aura was like melting ice and snow.

The tiger roared, but it was a mournful cry.

The tiger's huge body fell to the ground, its hair was charred black, and smoke was coming out from head to toe. The masculine and domineering power of thunder even blasted a hole over ten feet deep in the ground.

Zhang Jiuyang let out a breath. This attack was quite exhausting for him. The lightning pattern on his palm became extremely hot, even scalding.

has it ended?

Just when Zhang Jiuyang thought that the tiger monster had run out of strength, the giant beast that had fallen to the ground stood up again, and flames seemed to be coming out of its amber pupils.

"My skin!!"

It seemed to be particularly concerned about its own skin. In a rage, evil winds were howling around it, and the evil spirit was gathering again.

A hint of doubt flashed across Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

No, after the fight just now, he found that the opponent's level of Taoism was not very high, at best it was the third level, but his supernatural powers and physical body were ridiculously strong.

The palm thunder that fell on it could only be considered a minor injury. Even when facing the real thunder from the sky, it still had the strength to fight again.

Like an indestructible cockroach.

And the demonic aura that protects him doesn't seem like that of a demon from the third realm at all.

The Dharma Eye between his eyebrows opened, and the golden light swept across the tiger demon, but he found nothing. It was indeed the real body...

and many more!

The Dharma Eye between Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows swept over the tiger demon's body and saw tiny cracks on the tiger skin caused by the thunder. Unexpectedly, demonic energy continued to escape from the cracks.

He seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes narrowed.

"Shan Jun, this person practices thunder magic, you can't attack from a distance, you must fight in close combat!"

At this moment, Jingxing suddenly reminded loudly.

But the next moment, Ali put a Yin Fu on his mouth.

But this action seems to prove what Jingxing said.

Roar!
The tiger demon roared and rode the demonic wind towards Zhang Jiuyang.

Ali swung out her two swords, but they were blown away by the evil wind and fell on the trees next to the mountain temple. In an instant, more than a dozen big trees fell down, splashing dust all over the sky and startling countless flying birds.

"Die, die, die!"

Ali stared at the tiger demon, blood flowing from her eyes, and a mysterious curse fell on its head.

"Soul flies away, spirit disperses, bones are broken, tendons are broken, blood flows, skin is torn, kidneys are deficient..."

She was muttering to herself, and was actually saying all the vicious curses she could think of, and casting them on the tiger demon.

Even a cultivator at the third level cannot completely ignore the curse from a vicious ghost.

The tiger demon staggered and almost fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and he looked dazed.

But the demonic energy that protected it was too strong, and with a tiger roar, it managed to withstand the attack.

However, a yellow figure flew out from Zhang Jiuyang's hair, as fast as lightning, holding a mace, with wings on its back, only two inches in size, and excitement in its eyes.

"I drill!"

Qingji had been planning this for a long time, and at this moment he finally seized the opportunity. He drilled into the tiger monster's mouth, avoided its fangs, slid down its esophagus, and swung his mace.

The tiger demon's body suddenly froze, and a look of severe pain appeared in his eyes.

But it was indeed a ruthless character. It endured the pain and came to Zhang Jiuyang, let out a roar full of hatred, and opened its mouth to pounce on Zhang Jiuyang.

In its view, both the evil ghost and the little demon that had drilled into its belly were raised by the Taoist in white. As long as it killed him, everything would be over!
He is the final winner!
This seemed to be true. The Taoist in white showed a look of panic and raised his arms to block without any preparation.

There was a hint of satisfaction in the tiger demon's eyes, as if he had already seen the other party's miserable appearance.

But the next moment, there was a clang and sparks flew.

It felt as if it was biting on gold and stone, and its teeth were hurting. When it looked up, it saw that the Taoist in white had a bronze color on his face, and in the moonlight he looked like a bronze arhat.

Zhang Jiuyang grinned, his teeth were snow-white.

"It wasn't easy, but it finally came to my door."

Looking at that figure, the tiger demon suddenly felt a chill in his heart for some reason.

……

Mountain temple.

Liu Zifeng and Su Lingshan were surprised and could hardly believe their eyes. Under the moonlight, Zhang Jiuyang actually turned over and rode on the tiger monster's back, swinging his fist with a bronze luster and smashing it towards the tiger's head.

boom! boom! boom!
Each punch was powerful and heavy, with a whistling sound like a mountain falling on top of one's head. Even after being weakened by the demonic energy, the roar of the fist still sounded like thunder when it hit the tiger's head.

The tiger demon jumped wildly, smashing countless rocks, but Zhang Jiuyang was like a throne holder and couldn't get rid of it.

One punch!
Two punches!

Three punches!

……

Blood continued to ooze out of the tiger demon's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. He saw stars and the sky became dark.

In desperation, it even controlled the evil wind to strike itself, wanting to perish together with the terrible Taoist in white.

However, the evil wind that could blow off human flesh made a clanging sound when it fell on Zhang Jiuyang.

There was a hint of despair in the tiger demon's eyes, and his heart was filled with hatred for the evil spirit.

Is this what you mean, people who practice thunder magic are afraid of close combat?
I hate!

If it hadn't pounced on us on its own, with its ability to control the evil wind, it could have escaped at any time even if it couldn't win.

but now……

It tried to fly away on the evil wind, but before it could fly very high, Zhang Jiuyang punched it on the head, and its body immediately fell to the ground again like a kite with a broken string.

In addition to the fist on its head, the pain in its abdomen was becoming more and more severe. The little monster that had drilled into its stomach was becoming more and more ferocious.

Roar!
It let out a desperate roar, but what responded to it was a terrifying fist that seemed to be made of copper and iron.

boom! boom! boom!
After countless punches, the tiger demon finally passed out, his skull was shattered, and Zhang Jiuyang's fists were stained with blood.

He stood up, his white clothes were badly damaged, but his body was completely intact, with only some slight dents where he was bitten by the tiger monster.

The wooden hairpin that tied her hair had fallen off long ago, and her long hair was loose and dancing in the wind. Her white clothes were stained with blood, and the bronze color on her skin was gradually disappearing, but her muscle lines were still smooth and strong, full of the beauty of strength.

It was like a demon god standing in blood under the moon.

Fierce, cold, and domineering.

Qingji crawled out of the tiger monster's mouth, shaking off the blood on his body. There were still some internal organs and flesh hanging on the mace.

Ah Li came over and took out an embroidered handkerchief from somewhere. She wiped the blood off Zhang Jiuyang's hands, sniffed it, and said in surprise: "Brother Jiu, there is human vitality in this blood. It doesn't look like a demon!"

As a ghost, she is very sensitive to human blood. Human blood contains yang energy, while the blood of demons is more fishy and has a demonic aura.

Zhang Jiuyang didn't seem surprised at all, and said calmly: "Ali, peel it!"

"okay!"

Ali stretched out her hands and two pink knives flew out automatically. Then she peeled off the tiger skin skillfully. Her knife skills were very superb and she minimized the damage to the tiger skin.

After all, the more complete the tiger skin is, the more valuable it is.

As the tiger skin was peeled off, a magical scene appeared.

There was no blood flowing out, but another skin was revealed, human skin!
It turned out to be a naked man, who looked to be in his thirties or forties. His skull was smashed, his face was covered in blood, and he was barely breathing.

Jingxing, who was a ghost, was shocked when he saw this scene.

The tiger...is actually a person?

Zhang Jiuyang held up the bloodshot white tiger skin and examined it carefully in the moonlight. With his divine eyes, he saw traces of fine stitches hidden in the tiger skin. It was just that the opponent's technique was very sophisticated and concealed.

Moreover, the black thread of the sewing needle seemed to be the hair of a dead person, with a faint sense of resentment.

“It’s that skin indeed.”

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was very solemn. He finally confirmed the origin of this tiger skin.

At the Yellow Springs Banquet, the Painted Skin Master once exchanged hundreds of human hearts with the tiger for a tiger skin, which was said to have been shed by the tiger.

The owner of the Painted Skin quickly put it away, but Zhang Jiuyang still saw that it was a white tiger skin.

It’s just that the previous skin was a little tattered and had cracks everywhere, but the current white tiger skin was intact, with shiny fur, which was very different from the previous one.

This tiger demon... must be related to the Painted Skin Master!
Zhang Jiuyang's heart moved, he finally understood why this tiger demon had such a strong demonic aura and its ability to control the wind was so powerful even though its Taoism was not very high.

It turns out that what it was wearing was the skin of the tiger in the Tongtian Mountains!
The great demon in the sixth realm, known as Tongtian King, dominates one side!
The Painted Skin Master must have a purpose for trading this skin. Could it be that he wants to raise a tiger monster similar to a tiger?
And who is keeping the corpses in the charity cemetery at the foot of the mountain?
This tiger demon seemed to be in collusion with the coffin keeper, otherwise its minions would not have gone to the funeral home to lure living people.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jiuyang smiled as he looked at the dying man.

But he did come across a treasure. Perhaps he could answer these questions and even know where the Painted Skin Master's lair is. After all, this is the tiger skin of a mountain lion.

The Painted Skin Master has spent so much effort, it is definitely not just to train a small minion.

Perhaps it was a last burst of energy, the dying man actually woke up. He opened his eyes with great effort and tried to grab the tiger skin in Zhang Jiuyang's hand.

"Skin……"

"My skin..."

Clang!
There was a flash of pink knife light, and his arm was cut off at the elbow, with blood gushing out.

Ah Li snorted coldly and said, "Don't touch my tiger skin!"

“Too rough.”

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and sighed, then stepped forward and stepped on his broken arm, crushing it lightly.

Amid the man's screams, he slowly squatted down, a cold smile appearing on his handsome face.

"Instead of being a good person, he chose to be a beast and ate so many innocent people."

"What I hate most is people like you."

……

(End of this chapter)