The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 202 I said I would peel your skin off with my own hands
"He is Zhang Jiuyang?"

In the secret room, the Painted Skin Master stared at the handsome man in front of him, who was dressed in snow-white and looked elegant. He looked him up and down, with a strange look in his eyes.

Just a quick glance is enough to realize that this person is extraordinary.

At such a young age, he is already in the critical stage of nurturing the great medicine. Moreover, the skills he practices are pure and broad, his spirit is perfect and his energy is sufficient, and his foundation is extremely solid.

He originally wanted to let Xiu Niang find a physical body with a decent foundation to make the transition, but he didn't expect that she would bring a top-notch physical body cauldron so quickly!

Such an outstanding foundation is hard to come by even with a lantern, and is in no way inferior to those of the major sects.

"My Lord, he is the one who stole the white tiger skin. He is quite resourceful and forced me to give up the skin. I finally caught him with the spell of bewitching!"

The Painted Skin Master was even more surprised when he heard this. The embroiderer had reached the fourth realm of cultivation, and was a leader among them. Yet, she was forced to this extent by a person at the third realm, which showed how strong her foundation was.

He was overjoyed, thinking that God was helping him!

With this physical body, combined with this immortal skin, his future achievements will definitely far exceed those of his previous life!

"My Lord, this person actually has another identity that you should be very interested in."

"What identity?"

"He is Yan Luo's apprentice, and also Yan Luo's spy in the Imperial Observatory!"

In an instant, a gleam appeared in the eyes of the Painted Skin Master, and he looked at Zhang Jiuyang as if he was looking at a treasure.

"Are you Yan Luo's apprentice?"

"Yes."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were a little dull, and he pretended to look at the embroiderer infatuatedly and replied.

"What is Yan Luo's true identity?"

"I don't know. Master always wears a mask and never takes it off."

The Painted Skin Master nodded. He was not surprised by this, after all, he himself behaved in the same way.

"Did he ever teach you any magic?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jiuyang activated his Immortal Golden Body. His skin immediately glowed with a bronze luster, appearing unusually strong.

The Painted Skin Master was cheered up, it was indeed the golden body technique!
Last time, Yan Luo almost beat him to death with the power of his golden body. He had a very clear memory of this spell. Although this person's skills in performing it were still shallow, they were indeed of the same origin.

"Haha, good, very good!"

The Painted Skin Master laughed loudly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Yan Luo, Yan Luo, thank you for taking so much trouble to train such an outstanding disciple, but in the end, it's just me who got it!"

"When I take away your disciple's body, I will respect my teacher and honor him..."

He pronounced the last few words very heavily, with murderous intent and full of hatred.

"Xiuniang, you have done a great job this time!"

"After I succeed in taking over someone else's body, I will teach you the art of painted skin."

Excited, he looked at the embroiderer and drew a big pancake.

The embroiderer didn't agree with it in her heart, but she pretended to be grateful and excited on the surface.

The Painted Skin Master nodded and said, "Tell him to relax his mind, open his spirit platform, and don't be on guard."

"Yes!"

The embroiderer was a little nervous when she heard this. She glanced at Zhang Jiuyang and said, "Relax. It is your honor to be possessed by the master."

Zhang Jiuyang pretended to be obsessed and sat down cross-legged.

In fact, he was secretly observing the Painted Skin Master out of the corner of his eye.

This was the first time he stood in front of the Painted Skin Master as Zhang Jiuyang, but it should also be the last time.

Let's put an end to all this.

The Painted Skin Master also sat down cross-legged, made hand seals, and was about to escape from his soul when he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.

His movements paused slightly.

"Lord, what's wrong?"

The embroiderer asked.

The Painted Skin Master let out a light exclamation, stretched out his hand and calculated with his fingers, but the mind was chaotic and he was seriously injured and in poor condition, so he couldn't calculate anything at all.

puff!
Due to this delay, he vomited blood from his mouth again. The side effects of the fairy skin were becoming more and more serious, and he could not delay any longer.

A fierce look flashed in the eyes of the Painted Skin Master.

The soul is out of body!

The next moment, a hazy figure flew out from his body, flowing with a faint glow, and disappeared into Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows.

Suddenly, a black gas visible to the naked eye enveloped Zhang Jiuyang, and it became thicker and thicker, spreading around his body.

The embroiderer began to get nervous and stared at Zhang Jiuyang.

Under the spell of bewitching, Zhang Jiuyang was everything to her, even more fanatical than her previous worship of the Master of Painted Skin. If Zhang Jiuyang died, she would no longer be able to live.

"Master, you must win..."

……

Yangzhou City.

Yue Ling and others have returned, but after searching the entire city, they still couldn't find Zhang Jiuyang.

The plan to massacre the Painted Skins in Yangzhou went very smoothly. Logically, Zhang Jiuyang should have returned to the Shen Mansion, but no one in the Shen Mansion had seen him.

Moreover, they learned from the servants that there seemed to be a big commotion where Zhang Jiuyang lived not long ago.

"Three sides of the wall collapsed. There were traces of lightning and fire on the ground. He had engaged in a fight with someone."

Yue Ling examined the remaining traces of battle with a serious look on his face.

Zhuge Yunhu coughed up blood and said, "It seems that Xiaojiu was no match for that man. He must have been captured."

Yue Ling clenched her fists, bit her lips, and said nothing.

The dragon girl Ao Li soared into the sky and patrolled the entire city, trying to find any clues, but to no avail.

Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth, with no news of him left.

Seeing her distracted and self-blaming look, Zhuge Yunhu sighed and said, "Longhu, go and heal your wounds first. You were also seriously injured this time."

Yue Ling just shook her head and said calmly: "Jian Zheng, you should go and have a rest first. I still need to continue looking for him."

After a pause, she said word by word with great determination: "No matter what, I will find him, alive or dead..."

She paused and subconsciously lowered her voice.

"I want to see the body when I die."

……

The Painted Skin Master's soul entered Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness and saw the soul deep in the Purple Palace. He sneered and pounced towards the other party.

A mere third realm cultivator was not something he took seriously, not to mention that the other party had been controlled by the embroiderer's bewitching technique and would not put up any resistance at all.

However, just as he was about to take over the body, the other party suddenly opened his eyes.

Those were a pair of bright, sharp, and clear eyes like snow. How could there be any turbidity or dullness in them?

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly and said, "We finally meet, Master Painted Skin."

The next moment, countless flames surged, and the red-gold blaze blocked the Painted Skin Master like a strong pass, surrounding him.

A sun appeared in the sky above the sea of ​​consciousness.

No, it’s not the sun, but an eye, a golden eye that burns with blazing flames, like the sun!

The Painted Skin Master was shocked and looked at the eye in disbelief.

"Eye of the Sky!"

"How can this be?"

He couldn't help but be shocked. In his previous life, he was an eighth-level corpse-reincarnation immortal, but he still couldn't open his heavenly eyes. This kind of magical power depends on fate and destiny. But even if a person is extremely talented, he must at least reach the seventh level to touch the threshold of the heavenly eyes.

This Zhang Jiuyang is clearly only at the third realm, how could he possibly have a third eye?

But the facts were right in front of him and he had no choice but to believe it.

"Now that you have opened your third eye, your soul is definitely not something that Xiu Niang can shake. Her spell of bewitching the soul must have backfired. It turns out that the traitor is her!"

The Painted Skin Master is indeed a thoughtful old fox. He figured out the whole cause and effect in an instant.

Behind the flames, Zhang Jiuyang's figure seemed a little blurry and it was hard to tell whether he was real or fake, but his voice was unusually loud.

"Yes, Xiu Niang is my slave now, and Zong San was also tricked by me. Even your sister... was killed by me."

The Painted Skin Master's eyes became more vicious. He stared at the figure behind the flames and said, "What a deep calculation, boy! You are even more sinister and vicious than your master!"

"Yan Luo, you really have an outstanding disciple, but..."

He smiled coldly and said, "Do you really think that you can protect your soul and defeat me in the body possession by relying on the divine power of the Sky Eye?"

"Today, I will teach you a good lesson on behalf of your master. Remember, what is meant by the height of heaven and the depth of earth!"

The next moment, he resolutely rushed towards the sea of ​​fire. A bright light was flowing on his soul, like condensed moonlight, and a cold wind visible to the naked eye was rippling around his body.

Pure Yin Soul!

The Yang God in the eighth realm is a pure Yang soul, while the Corpse Reincarnation Immortal is a pure Yin soul. Wherever they go, the air is extremely cold and yin, and even Zhang Jiuyang's sea of ​​consciousness and spiritual platform have strange phenomena, and snowflakes fall.

The fire was immediately contained.

Of course, the Painted Skin Master's fate was not entirely without cost. Pain was revealed in his eyes as he forcefully stepped into the sea of ​​fire. The pure yin energy in his soul was continuously consumed.

But he knew that as long as he persisted, it would all be worth it!
Although the Sky Eye took him very by surprise, it was also a huge surprise.

As long as he takes over Zhang Jiuyang's body, the Heavenly Eye will be his. Such a body with infinite potential is truly his greatest opportunity in this life!

One step, two steps, three steps...

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally broke through the iron wall formed by the flames. The flames that were rising into the sky weakened to the extreme and could no longer hurt him at all.

"Zhang Jiuyang, your death date——"

His excited voice stopped abruptly, his pupils froze, and he looked at the tall figure in front of him in disbelief.

He has a red face, curly beard, golden armor and a red robe, three angry eyes, a golden whip in his hand, and a wind-fire wheel under his feet. His body, several meters tall, stands in the sea of ​​consciousness like a mountain.

The first innate general, the Three-Five Fire Train King, who protects the Dao with all his heart, shows his mighty spirit and becomes the Heavenly Lord!
Mighty and selfless, brave and powerful, see through everything between heaven and earth, punish evil and promote good in the world!
The blazing firepower, like the sun descending to the earth, made the Painted Skin Master, who had a pure yin soul, tremble with fear, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

Is it an illusion?

No, it seems to be true...

This is definitely a god, but he has never seen a god with such appearance and aura. Wait, it seems like he has seen him somewhere... It's Yama!

Yama Luo once performed a technique to protect himself, and the shadow of this deity appeared behind him.

But at that time he just felt it was a bit magical and didn't take it seriously. However, when he saw this god up close, he realized that he was wrong.

The phantom of the god condensed by Yan Luo was not even a fraction as powerful as what he is experiencing now!

"Death to the evildoer!"

With a loud shout, it was like thunder shaking the sky, filled with unparalleled masculine righteousness. The god came riding on a wind and fire wheel, with his three eyes as bright as the sun in the sky, illuminating all the sins on his body.

The golden whip smashed down like a nine-story tower falling to the earth, flashing a dazzling golden light.

The Painted Skin Lord's soul trembled. In front of this giant, he felt as small as an ant. Especially when he was shone by the god's golden eyes and fiery gaze, he felt as if he was doomed to eternal damnation. Death was hanging down, and even his soul became obscure.

escape!
He tried to escape, but the wind-fire wheels under the feet of the god were extremely powerful, faster than lightning, and the golden whip fell on him in an instant.

Boom!

With one whip, the entire sea of ​​consciousness was shaking, the Painted Skin Master let out a scream, and his body turned into powder.

The next moment, he appeared again, but his soul had become fainter and not as bright as before.

What frightened him most was that some memories in his mind began to become blurry.

It felt like someone had taken a knife and cut out a piece of his soul, which could never be replaced.

Boom!

Another golden whip came down, surrounded by blazing heavenly fire, with tremendous momentum and power.

"Zhang Jiuyang, let's see who will die!!!"

After all, the Painted Skin Master was an evil spirit that had been rampant for many years. He was a former corpse-reincarnated immortal. He did not sit and wait for death. Instead, with a fierce look in his eyes, he forcibly overcame his fear of the god and resolutely went to kill him!
For a moment, thunder rumbled in the sea of ​​consciousness, black air surged, cold wind howled, and flames filled the sky!

Zhang Jiuyang transformed into Wang Lingguan, who was extremely powerful. Every blow he struck was like a bolt from the blue, with the power to move mountains and overturn rivers and seas.

Although the Painted Skin Master was at a disadvantage, between life and death, he was forced to unleash all the potential of the Eight Realms Corpse Reincarnation Immortal, and his magical powers emerged in endlessly, which was dizzying.

He even had an epiphany during the fight, and gained a deeper understanding of his own Painted Skin technique, vaguely seeing a path to heaven.

But unfortunately, he needs to survive first.

The two fought fiercely in the sea of ​​consciousness. At the beginning, the Painted Skin Master could still hold on, but gradually he fell into a disadvantage, like a small boat in a storm.

His soul was smashed again and again by the terrifying golden whip, becoming more and more transparent, with less and less pure yin energy.

Sometimes, he subconsciously wanted to use a certain spell, but his mind went blank and he forgot how to use that spell.

Boom!

Zhang Jiuyang smashed his soul again. This time, after a long time, the Painted Skin Master slowly reappeared. His soul was almost transparent and looked very thin.

The pure yin energy was almost exhausted. If he was killed again, his soul would be completely destroyed.

Fear finally appeared in the eyes of the Painted Skin Master.

"You can't kill me!"

"Let me go. If you kill me, you will surely die!"

He seemed to be a little mentally confused, shouting and continuing to try to escape.

But Zhang Jiuyang would never let the tiger go back to the mountains. He put away the golden whip and shot out bolts of lightning from his heavenly eyes, shattering the Painted Skin Master's limbs.

Pfft!
He fell down, wriggling on the ground like a maggot, looking very miserable, just like his sister whose limbs he had cut off.

Even so, he still had a strong desire to survive and wanted to escape.

A foot stepped on his body, freezing his body.

The god in golden armor and red robe disappeared, and turned into the appearance of Zhang Jiuyang. He was dressed in white as white as snow, and looked elegant and otherworldly. However, his eyes were as cold as a knife, and the heavenly eye between his eyebrows was shining brightly.

"You can't kill me, I come from—"

The Painted Skin Master's voice suddenly stopped, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Where am I from?
Why did I forget it myself?

Zhang Jiuyang ignored his crazy talk, with a knife in his hand, and without any hesitation, he stabbed it into his neck and beheaded him.

Raising his head, the Painted Skin Master's eyes were still blinking, staring at Zhang Jiuyang with an extremely resentful look.

Zhang Jiuyang smiled coldly and continued to cut his facial skin with the knife, peeling it off inch by inch. The Painted Skin Master screamed in pain with a distorted face.

His soul snapped into pieces, and his spirit was about to turn into dust.

"Who... who are you?"

Before his death, the Painted Skin Master uttered his last unwilling question. In fact, he already had a guess in his mind, but he was not sure.

Zhang Jiuyang looked down at him coldly, his pupils gradually turned red, his hostility condensed, and he was protected by the Heavenly Fire.

"I told you I would skin you alive with my own hands."

The majestic and domineering ventriloquy that was as shocking as thunder made the pupils of the Painted Skin Master tremble.

He opened his lips slightly, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing. His soul completely turned to ashes and disappeared.

The reincarnation of a generation of corpse-reincarnating immortals, the eighth master of painted skin in Huangquan, fell!

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(End of this chapter)