The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 196: All-out Attack, Counterattack the Four Territories
"Yes, Yan Luo is indeed my master, and I am also a spy planted in the Imperial Observatory. You are right about all this, but do you think you can threaten me with this?"

Zhang Jiuyang pretended to be excited and said sternly: "At worst, we will die!"

The embroiderer smiled and said, "Don't worry. How can I bear to let someone as precious as you die? Your face... the master will definitely like it very much."

Zhang Jiuyang's heart trembled, and he immediately understood the embroiderer's plan.

She wanted the Painted Skin Master to peel off his face skin and make it into a mask, and then let someone else take his identity.

In this way, she could plant a crucial hidden chess piece in Yan Luo's place.

A fierce look flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, and he stretched out his hands behind his back. His palms were filled with thunder energy, and the palm thunder that had been quietly brewing for a long time suddenly exploded.

Boom!

Several palm lightning bolts struck the embroiderer, illuminating the dark night. The thunder was extremely violent, spreading in all directions like green snakes.

The attack came so suddenly and hastily that even the embroiderer was startled.

She didn't expect that Zhang Jiuyang, who was proficient in the art of controlling ghosts, was also practicing thunder magic, and its power was quite strong.

At the critical moment, the white tiger skin in her hand suddenly roared and turned into a living white tiger, controlling the evil wind and blocking her way.

The thunder fell on the white tiger's fur, but was blocked by the thick demonic energy. Its bloodthirsty eyes looked at Zhang Jiuyang.

In her hands, the power of this tiger skin is much stronger than on Tiger Hill.

"Mr. Zhang, please go with me to meet my master."

She gently stroked the white tiger's head and smiled sweetly.

"What if I don't want to go?"

Zhang Jiuyang mobilized his magical power, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.

Although this woman did not guess that he was Yan Luo, if she told others about his connection with Yan Luo, it would bring him a lot of trouble.

Might as well try to keep it here forever.

After all, only the dead are the best at keeping secrets.

"If Master Zhang is unwilling to go, I will have no choice but to... break your limbs and then take you there."

As soon as the embroiderer finished speaking, she waved her sleeves lightly, and a large number of paper people and paper horses spread out.

The next moment, those paper figures came to life, wearing armor, riding tall horses, holding swords, spears, and halberds, rushing towards Zhang Jiuyang.

"Brother Jiu, it's origami, do you want me to deal with it?"

Ali's voice sounded, she was very experienced in dealing with origami.

But Zhang Jiuyang rejected this suggestion and asked her to hide in the Yin Doll first so that she could be used as a surprise weapon.

Seeing those paper people and paper horses coming to kill him, Zhang Jiuyang remained calm. He slowly raised his fingers and practiced the Lingguan Jue.

"Look up to the mighty General Huoluo, the great spiritual officer of the Capital Heaven, the great thunder god of the fire train, who is ordered by the Three Pure Ones to subdue the evil spirits, patrols the world with a golden whip in hand, and wears golden armor to show his might..."

Boom!

The red Jade Pivot Sky Fire rose up and condensed into a tall and mighty golden-armored god behind him. He had three angry eyes and held a golden whip, looking very majestic.

In the past, he could not use the Lingguan Jue as Zhang Jiuyang, but now that Xiu Niang has determined that he is Yan Luo's apprentice, he is naturally not bound by his methods.

After entering the third realm, he has never fought with all his strength, so this time he can let go.

"what?"

The embroiderer was startled to see that her paper figures and paper horses were turned into ashes by the golden whip of the fire god before they reached Zhang Jiuyang.

Her paper figurine making technique has been cultivated to a very high level. Ordinary flames cannot burn them, but they will ignite at the slightest touch of the scarlet-gold flame.

Zhang Jiuyang had already taken the initiative to kill her.

Roar!
The white tiger roared, and suddenly countless black winds blew towards Zhang Jiuyang, like millions of sharp swords, but they were all blocked by Wang Lingguan's phantom's whip.

What a powerful protective power!
At this point, the embroiderer had already seen the extraordinary nature of this magical power, and it seemed to be very effective in restraining the evil techniques she had practiced.

"escape!"

Seeing the golden whip surrounded by flames coming towards her, the embroiderer had no choice but to use her escape technique to temporarily avoid the attack.

"Where to run!"

Zhang Jiuyang temporarily released the Lingguan Jue and switched to the sword Jue.

With a clang sound, the Ghost-Slaying Sword flew out from the Yin Doll and turned into a red light in the dark night, killing towards the embroiderer.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
There was only the sound of swords, and sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard all around. The figure of the embroiderer was soon caught up by the Ghost-Slaying Sword, and after dozens of rounds, her heart was pierced.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up, and he waved a talisman with each hand.

One is the Five Thunder Talisman, and the other is Master Sa’s Fire Talisman.

"disease!"

As he made hand gestures and chanted incantations, the two talismans each emitted light, one turned into thunder, and the other ignited into flames. The thunder and fire intertwined, and with the blessing of Zhang Jiuyang's magic power, they instantly expanded and exploded.

In an instant, under the moonlight, a dragon made of thunder and fire appeared, biting towards the embroiderer who was injured by the sword.

Boom!

The entire Shen family was shaking, with air waves crashing, rocks and wood falling, thunder and fire everywhere, and the screams of many servants could be faintly heard.

Thunder helps fire, and fire increases thunder's power. These two talismans complement each other and are like a tiger with wings.

do you died?
Zhang Jiuyang suddenly frowned, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have a vague sense of restraint. He looked down and his eyes narrowed.

I saw that his body was surrounded by black silk threads, which looked like the hair of a dead person. It was full of yin energy and chilling.

A sweet laugh was heard.

The embroiderer who was struck by lightning turned into a piece of human skin and burned to ashes in the flames, and a new embroiderer appeared next to Zhang Jiuyang.

Her body was covered in blood, not a trace of skin could be seen, and the dense blood vessels made one's scalp tingle.

Shed its skin to survive!
Even more quietly, he had woven a trap for Zhang Jiuyang.

She gently pulled the silver needle in her hand, and the next moment, the black lines suddenly tightened and penetrated deeply into Zhang Jiuyang's flesh, making it impossible for him to activate the Lingguan Jue.

Like a prey wrapped in a spider web.

"Don't move, or I'll break you into pieces."

"Such a handsome man, I really can't bear to part with him."

Her voice was still charming, and her eyes were full of seduction, but there was not an inch of intact skin on her body. It was covered with red flesh and blood, and she looked like a female ghost who had just crawled out of a sea of ​​blood.

It makes people feel sick.

"You are really amazing. You are only at the third level, but you can force me to give up this skin. Do you know how much effort I have put into this skin?"

There was a hint of hatred in her voice.

It was obvious that she was not feeling well after performing this skin-shedding technique.

It's like experiencing the pain of being skinned.

"Are you so sure... that you can defeat me?" Zhang Jiuyang snorted coldly. Although he was unable to make any hand gestures, as his mind moved and his magic power circulated, his body suddenly lit up with bronze luster.

Immortal golden body!

The embroiderer was secretly shocked. She could no longer move the needle and thread in her hand. It was as if it was not a mortal body, but an iron tower or a strong pass.

The sharp black line rubbed against Zhang Jiuyang's body, cutting holes in his white clothes, but it could not cut through his bronze flesh, leaving only white marks.

Zhang Jiuyang exerted force suddenly, and under the secret technique of the Indestructible Golden Body, he was not only invulnerable to swords and spears, but also had infinite strength. Although he was not as strong as Yue Ling of the Vajra Dragon Elephant, he was a monster compared to others.

boom! boom! boom!
The black lines began to break, and he broke free with brute force, like a giant beast out of a cage.

Roar!
The white tiger pounced forward, but what met it was a palm with a bronze luster and brilliant lightning.

Immortal Golden Body + Palm Thunder!
The white tiger was like a kite with a broken string. It flew several feet away and knocked down several walls. There was an obvious sunken handprint on its forehead, and its hair was completely black.

Even though it was Zhang Pi, he felt dizzy and had stars in his eyes.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed with ferocity, his hands were shining with lightning, and there were sharp thunder sounds. With the blessing of the immortal golden body, he could safely mobilize more lightning energy without worrying about hurting his hands.

Boom!

The thunder energy was so strong that one could even feel it in the air, with faint rumblings of thunder.

The pressure instantly came to Xiu Niang. She had not expected that a person in the third realm would be so difficult to deal with. How many magical powers did this Zhang Jiuyang master?
Moreover, each spell is profound, powerful and mysterious.

What a freak!

At the critical moment, a faint light flashed in her pupils, and she stared straight at Zhang Jiuyang, as if she was activating some secret technique.

With his mouth slightly opened, he uttered incantations, but human ears could not hear them.

This is a very strange technique of bewitching the soul, which can ignore the defense of the physical body and directly invade the mind and soul. If the soul of the person who is hit by the technique is not as strong as the caster, he will become a puppet and obey the caster's orders obediently.

This is also the embroiderer's most powerful trick.

It should be noted that the competition between souls is the most dangerous. If one is not careful, one will suffer a great backlash. In the martial arts world, it is a competition between two people's internal strength.

The strong win and the weak lose, there is no room for tricks.

The embroiderer was confident that no matter how many tricks Zhang Jiuyang had, he was only at the third realm and was still in the stage of cultivating the elixir. His essence, energy and spirit had not yet matured. How could he compare to her, a fourth realm cultivator who had already refined the elixir and cultivated the golden elixir?

Her idea was not wrong. The fourth-level master of the Shen family, whose surname was Zhao, was killed by her using this soul-bewitching technique. No one below the fourth level could compete with her in terms of soul.

Unfortunately, the person she met was Zhang Jiuyang.

In an instant, she saw a blazing sea of ​​fire, which stretched around Zhang Jiuyang's soul like a solid wall.

The most terrifying thing was that she saw Zhang Jiuyang's soul's brow slowly open an eye with red flames flowing in it. It was as majestic and unfathomable as a god, like an immortal or Buddha above the nine heavens, slowly lowering his eyes towards the human world.

With a loud bang, she felt as if her soul was shattered.

……

God's residence mountain.

The Painted Skin Master was already covered in wounds, with blood completely soaking through his black robe and continuously flowing to the ground beneath his feet.

This was the first time in all these years that he looked so embarrassed and miserable.

Knife marks, gunshot marks, claw marks, fire marks, lightning marks...

If it weren't for his profound magical powers and his mastery of many self-defense techniques, he would have turned into a pool of blood by now.

The dragon roars!

There was a watery air in Bailong's glass-colored pupils, like the Yunmeng Lake after the rain, deep blue and boundless.

The Painted Skin Master was startled. Under the gaze of those pupils, he seemed to be in an endless wave. His whole body was spinning and his eyes were a little dazed.

"cut!"

A cold shout was heard, and at the moment when he was distracted, Yue Ling had keenly captured this fleeting opportunity. Before the voice was heard, the knife light was already approaching.

The Painted Skin Master suddenly woke up and broke free from Ao Li's water illusion. His sinister eyes instantly filled with blood and launched some kind of illusion.

The knife in Yue Ling's hand paused slightly, but she broke free from the illusion a moment later. Thunder was brewing in her left eye, and golden flames were burning in her right eye. Her black hair danced wildly, and she was unstoppable. She was truly like a wise king descended to the world, extremely powerful!

Although he immediately used the escape technique, the Painted Skin Master was still slow to react due to the serious injury. There was a knife scar on his left abdomen that was deep enough to see the bone. Blood flowed like a spring, staining the ground red.

"What a fast sword, what a strong will."

Even the owner of Painted Skin would be shocked at this moment.

I have heard for a long time that the Imperial Observatory has produced a rare genius, known as Ming Wang. Although she is a woman, her swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world.

In the formation, the one who posed the greatest threat to him was naturally Zhuge Yunhu, but the edge of Yue Ling should not be underestimated at all.

No wonder the old ghost died at the hands of this woman.

Add to that a white dragon that was eyeing him hungrily, and he really found this lineup a bit too much for him to handle.

"He's almost reached his limit. Everyone, let's kill this demon together today!"

Yue Ling stepped forward with the knife in hand, full of murderous intent. The flame on the Dragon Sparrow Knife seemed to sense the fighting spirit of its owner and became more violent, even with a loud phoenix cry.

Everyone was refreshed.

Only Zhuge Yunhu frowned slightly.

He had been observing the Painted Skin Master silently. For some reason, he always felt that the Painted Skin Master was too calm. He did not struggle like a trapped beast, as if he was waiting for something.

What is he waiting for? What can he wait for?
Zhuge Yunhu couldn't understand this, but he also knew that this was a golden opportunity to get rid of the Painted Skin Master and it must not be missed.

The Tianshu flag was waved again.

He even burned his blood.

The stars in the sky fell like rain, and the Big Dipper lowered its glow and fell into the formation, increasing its power to a new level.

For a moment, the Painted Skin Master was in great danger. Although he used all kinds of magical powers, he could only defend himself and had no ability to fight back.

He even suffered many new wounds on his already seriously injured body.

But there was a glimmer of madness and excitement in that sinister eye.

Hold on!
Soon, soon!

……

"Your servant kowtows to the master!"

Under the moonlight, in the Shen Mansion.

The embroiderer knelt devoutly and humbly at Zhang Jiuyang's feet, as obedient and docile as a bitch.

Zhang Jiuyang looked down at her with a sharp gaze between his eyebrows, his voice cold and overbearing.

"Take me to the Painted Skin Master's lair."

"Slave, you obey!"

……

(End of this chapter)