The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 201: The Demonic Dragon Falls, Skinned and Tendons Pulled Out

Inside the lair, the fight between Painted Skin Lord and Brown Three has reached a fever pitch, with the ground shaking and dragon roars ringing incessantly.

The Painted Skin Lord had the absolute upper hand and beat Brown Three so hard that he screamed in agony. Soon, his proud dragon body was covered in blood, and scales and dragon blood fell like rain, with a strong fishy smell.

The scorching dragon blood even burned small holes in the ground.

Zong San tried to escape many times, but how could the Painted Skin Master, who was full of murderous intent, let him go? Fairy light flowed in his hands, and every palm strike left a deep palm print on Zong San's body.

It was as if it was not a dragon's body, but tofu.

"Master Painted Skin, you stole the Dragon Ball and took great advantage of me. I am just venting my anger a little. Do you really want to kill me?"

Brown Three roared loudly, full of resentment and anger.

The Painted Skin Master said nothing, but continued to attack. Each blow was fatal, leaving it with a bloody mess, and even the dragon horn on its head was broken.

Brown Three was finally scared. Even with its strong vitality, it felt the threat of death at this moment. It lost all its fighting spirit, and its huge body suddenly became small, and it burrowed into the ground like a loach.

Size as desired.

A dragon can be big or small, visible or invisible, and its changes are endless. Zong San is indeed an evil dragon that has practiced for hundreds of years and has mastered the magical power of changing size as he wishes.

Hidden under the nine earths, it is like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

This is its secret life-saving magic power. Relying on this trick, it has been able to survive even though it has encountered powerful enemies in the past six hundred years.

It’s a pity that the person it met was the Painted Skin Master.

The next moment, the Painted Skin Master's body was filled with fairy light, and he actually dived into the ground.

Before long, the faint cry of a giant dragon could be heard from underground. The earth shook violently, and winding cracks looked like huge scars.

Like an earth dragon turning over.

After a moment, all movement disappeared.

A figure emerged from underground. It was none other than the Painted Skin Master, but he was holding a brown dragon tendon in his hand.

This is the original form of Brown Three.

It is not a real dragon in the true sense. Instead, the blood of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the Dongyang Lake Battle six hundred years ago nurtured its spirituality, and it transformed little by little over the long years to finally have a dragon body.

From a rope to wanting to transform into a dragon, the leap is amazing.

It doesn't have a dragon ball. This dragon tendon is its body and the essence of it. Now that the dragon tendon has been extracted, it means that Brown Three has been killed.

This terrifying demon dragon that had lived for six hundred years would never have dreamed that he would not die at the hands of those upright monks, but instead would fall at the hands of the equally evil Master of Painted Skin.

What's more, they could not imagine that all this was planned by a little monk, and both the Painted Skin Master and it became pawns.

"Long live my Lord!"

"My Lord's Divine Power!"

The surviving Painted Skin's men cheered loudly when they saw this scene, their eyes full of fanaticism and admiration, and they knelt down towards the tall figure.

The embroiderer also knelt down, but a hint of worry flashed in her lowered eyes.

As the master expected, the Painted Skin Lord became even stronger. Brown Three used to be on equal footing with him, but now he was being drained of his tendons and crushed from beginning to end.

It seems that the Painted Skin Master must not discover that his master is here!
The Painted Skin Master ignored the cheers and landed silently in the ruins. He stretched out his hand and a figure flew out from the rubble.

It had no limbs, and its body had been crushed by rocks, smashing it into a bloody mess. There was a big hole at its heart, emitting a strong evil dragon aura.

He stared at the corpse quietly for a long time, the immortal light on his body flickering.

"Xiuniang, why does Zongsan know this place?"

He asked suddenly, his voice cold and filled with an irrepressible murderous intent.

The embroiderer had already thought of an excuse, and said, "My lord, I don't know. I just came back from Yangzhou City to look for the white tiger skin, but not long after I came back, Zong San came and attacked!"

After she finished speaking, she took out the white tiger skin from her arms and presented it respectfully.

Having followed Painted Skin for many years, she understood his suspicious nature very well. She must never be too confident when speaking, and should try to say less, not jump to conclusions, and guide him to analyze things himself.

This way you won't be suspected.

As expected, when the Painted Skin Master saw the tiger skin, his eyes moved and he said, "It seems that there is a traitor among us."

"Someone passed the message to Brown Three while you and I were away."

He took the tiger skin and said through gritted teeth, "I'll leave it to you to find this traitor. Remember, I want him alive!"

He wanted to torture the traitor severely and grind his bones to ashes!
"Yes!"

The Painted Skin Master wanted to say something, but suddenly his expression changed, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The scriptures on his body seemed to be roasted by fire, and the words began to become blurred.

Oh no, the backlash is coming!
Although this skin was left over from his previous life, it was extremely vicious and evil. Even he could not use its power without paying a price unless he merged it with his flesh and blood to become a real skin of flesh and blood.

This is also the reason why he fought with Brown Three for so long. It seemed like he was crushing him, but as an eighth-level fairy skin, how could it take so long to fight a sixth-level demon dragon?

He was gradually unable to control the power of the fairy skin. His soul was trembling, and it seemed as if billions of evil spirits were roaring in his head, making it difficult for him to resist.

"Xiuniang, you have great skills. Go and sew up my sister's body. I want her to look like she's asleep so she can continue to accompany me..."

"Yes!"

After the Painted Skin Master finished speaking, his figure flashed and he returned to the secret room where he had been in seclusion for many years, and his voice rang in the air.

"Without my summons, no one is allowed to approach this secret room, otherwise, I will kill them all!"

"Yes!"

The embroiderer bowed in agreement, but there was a strange look in her eyes.

After a while, she used her skillful hands to sew the woman's body up, her face was rosy, and she looked as if she was really asleep.

Then she quietly returned to her room and knelt in front of Zhang Jiuyang.

"Master, Painted Skin Master's condition is very abnormal. He is very likely seriously injured!" Zhang Jiuyang nodded and said, "I saw it too. He rushed back to the secret room in such a hurry to retreat. It should be to heal his injuries."

"Should we take this opportunity to kill him?"

Zhang Jiuyang frowned, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

There is no doubt that now is a golden opportunity to kill the Painted Skin Master. It would be a pity to miss it, but he is not sure how much spare energy the Painted Skin Master has.

He and the embroiderer alone are not strong enough.

Maybe I should find a way to contact Yue Ling and the others, but I don’t know if I will miss the best time.

Just when he was hesitating, there was a sudden movement in the place where the Painted Skin Master was in seclusion.

"Xiu Niang, come and see me!"

In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang and the embroiderer looked at each other, and a gleam of light flashed in their eyes.

He was summoned so hastily right after his retreat. There must have been something abnormal happening to the Painted Skin Master, and even he might not be able to suppress it.

"Go first and see how serious his injuries are."

"Yes!"

……

The embroiderer took the woman's body and entered the secret room where the Painted Skin Master had been in seclusion all year round.

As soon as she came in, a strange light flashed in her eyes.

The Painted Skin Master, who had been so majestic just now, was now spitting blood and leaning against the wall, with the fairy light on his body flickering.

When he saw his sister's body, he just looked at it for a few seconds and immediately said.

"I was seriously injured this time, and my body was destroyed. I need to take over another body immediately. Please help me find a body with a better foundation."

This was also a helpless act on his part. Originally, the most suitable body was his in this life, but now that his physical body was gone, he could only settle for the second best and use someone else's physical body to merge with the immortal skin.

Maybe the effect is not that good, but it is good enough.

If this continues, he will soon lose control of this fairy skin. The terrifying tomb seems to have a magical power that is attracting it, making the skin want to fly over.

He used a secret method to capture it by force.

"Yes, slave, I obey!"

The embroiderer said goodbye, but she felt an indescribable excitement in her heart.

"Seize the body?"

In the secret room, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed when he heard these two words.

We must not let the Painted Skin Master succeed in taking over my body. Otherwise, once he gets through this difficulty, there will be no chance to kill him in the future.

The entire Daqian will suffer.

In addition, the word "possessing another's body" also gave rise to a bold and crazy idea in his mind.

Back then, Yunniang wanted to take over his body, but in his sea of ​​consciousness, the power of the visualization map was added to him, causing him to transform into Zhong Kui and kill Yunniang.

Now he has the visualization image of Wang Lingguan in his sea of ​​consciousness, and has accumulated a large amount of incense and faith. Before long, he will even be able to bestow the Lingguan Treasure Edict.

With the power of the visualization picture at this time, it should be enough to kill the Painted Skin Master!
What if he used himself as bait to lure the other party to take over his body?

The plan was extremely bold and dangerous, but the chances of success seemed great.

When he told her about this plan, Xiu Niang was shocked and said, "Master, although your soul is protected by the Heavenly Eye, the Painted Skin Master's cultivation is far superior to yours. Isn't it too risky to do this?"

"How about we delay it a little longer and take action when his injuries are more serious?"

Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and said, "We can't delay any longer. With his vigilance and sense of smell, if you delay intentionally, he will immediately notice something is wrong and guess that the traitor is you. He will either kill you or escape first."

"Either way, it's not a good outcome."

He took a deep breath and made a decision in his heart.

"It's settled. You go report this to the Painted Skin Master. I believe you know better than me what to say."

"Yes!"

Although the embroiderer was worried, she would never disobey Zhang Jiuyang's order and had to do it.

He paced back and forth in the room, his heartbeat slightly quickening.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous, but after thinking it over, this was the method that he thought was most likely to succeed.

By the way, tell your own fortune.

He sat cross-legged, took out a few copper coins, and used the Liu Yao divination technique to calculate good or bad luck.

However, the next moment, all the copper coins shattered.

"Brother Jiu, why don't we just forget it."

Ah Li advised from the Yin Ou: "This hexagram is too ominous, it's not auspicious!"

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly and said, "What do you know? This is called peace and good luck."

Ah Li: [_?]
He put away the copper coin, with a fierce gleam in his eyes.

It's done!

Master of Painted Skin, today...either you die or I die.

Let’s gamble our lives!

(End of this chapter)