The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 257 Fishing in the Clouds, Immortal Loses His Footsteps

The moment the Demon-Slaying Sword came into being, countless auras hidden in the darkness began to fluctuate.

Countless fiery gazes were directed towards the fiery red sword, with greed evident in their eyes.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
One after another, figures fled towards the Demon-Slaying Sword, each casting spells, like countless rainbow lights rising up.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Jiuyang shook his head and sighed. It seemed that the corpse of the masked man three days ago did not scare away too many people.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food; even those who practice spiritual cultivation are no exception.

"Xiaojiu, why don't you take action?"

Seeing Zhang Jiuyang just standing there quietly like a bystander, Nie Longquan became a little anxious. He didn't want to see his masterpiece fall into the hands of villains.

"I don't need to do anything to these people. Even if I give them the sword, they can't take it away."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled faintly, and even stopped looking at those people. Instead, he looked into the distance and saw several figures who had not yet taken action.

Those who really pose a threat are still watching in secret.

In the sky, the person flying the fastest pressed on the hilt of the Demon-Slaying Sword, feeling the powerful force on the sword. His eyes became extremely excited and he laughed loudly.

But the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly.

puff! puff! puff! puff……

In an instant, his body was like a deflated ball, with countless sharp sword marks appearing on it. The sword energy dissipated along with the blood energy, making blood rain fall from the sky.

This scene was extremely horrifying. In just a few breaths, a cultivator became riddled with holes and almost turned into meat paste.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered and swung his sword.

Groan!
The Demon-Slaying Sword emitted a clear and loud sound, like jade shattering at Kunshan Mountain; the star pattern on the sword body sparkled brightly, and even a red-gold flame emerged.

This sword was just recast and its foundation had not changed. Others thought it was a divine sword that had just been born and was still ownerless, but they didn't know that Zhang Jiuyang had already been the owner of the sword.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
The Demon-Slaying Sword turned into a red lightning bolt, and even produced a sonic boom due to its extremely fast speed, as if thunder was exploding.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
Streams of blood mist exploded in the air and were then burned to ashes by the flames, like a grand fireworks display.

"Escape! Escape!"

"Damn, this sword is so powerful!"

"Oh no, there is an expert manipulating this!"

“Mercy!!!”

There were endless screams, and the eyes of those monks who tried to grab the sword were filled with despair and regret. They thought that the magic sword had just been born and was ownerless, and whoever grabbed it would own it.

But he didn't expect that this sword was so violent and already had an owner.

Moreover, the man in white below had amazing magical powers. Under his control, the sword was almost indestructible. They used all the means they could not stop it for a moment.

All the shield armor techniques and diamond talismans were like pieces of paper under the sword energy and would break at the slightest touch.

In just a few breaths, all the monks who tried to snatch were killed tragically. No one escaped. Their bodies and souls were shattered by the heavenly fire and sword energy.

The Shen family finally quieted down.

Master Nie, Mr. Zhao, and many cultivators from the Shen family were all speechless when they saw this scene.

Although those who just took action were all independent cultivators, many of them were at the third realm. It was obvious that the news of the birth of the magic sword had spread thoroughly, attracting a large number of independent cultivators to come.

The third realm is not low anymore.

Who among the casual cultivators who can reach the third realm has not practiced hard for decades and accumulated skills for a century?

However, under Zhang Jiuyang's sword, it was as easy as killing a chicken. Although it was due to the advantage of the magic sword, it was more because of his own profound Taoism and strong magic power.

If someone else were to wield this sword, it would probably be difficult for it to have such power.

Nie Longquan, who forged the Ghost-Slaying Sword himself, knew this best. He looked at Zhang Jiuyang deeply and found that he could not see through this young man at all.

Even if it is a superior golden elixir...it shouldn't be so powerful, right?
This kid is going to become completely famous.

However, Zhang Jiuyang did not loosen his sword finger, but showed a trace of solemnity and slowly shook his head.

“I didn’t expect that there are still people who refuse to give up.”

Originally, there were three masters watching in secret. After he drew his sword and killed the villain, two of them left, but there was still one master left who had not given up.

It was obvious that the man was very confident in himself.

"Sir, if you don't make a move, I will put away my sword, and then you won't have any chance at all."

Zhang Jiuyang's voice was like a loud bell, echoing between heaven and earth. He was actually inviting someone into a trap and taking the initiative to issue an invitation.

The Ghost-Slaying Sword shuttled through the clouds, circling and dancing, and the sword sounded incessantly.

"Humph!"

At this moment, a cold snort sounded, and then an old voice sounded in the clouds.

"You are so arrogant, young man. Today I will teach you a lesson."

The next moment, a figure appeared on the cloud. It was an old Taoist with a white beard and wearing a green robe, with long sleeves fluttering in the wind. He looked like an immortal. The most important thing was that he was sitting upright on the cloud, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

From a distance, it really looks like an immortal fishing in the human world, very elegant and graceful.

"It's Kunlun Sanren. He's here too?"

"The Shen family can no longer keep the sword. I heard that Kunlun Sanren has already reached the perfection of the four realms and is a top master among the San Cultivators!"

"It is said that he used this cloud fishing technique to catch a giant whale in the North Sea, which shocked the world!"

Some monks who did not take action but just watched secretly exclaimed when they saw this old Taoist with white beard.

Even the cultivators from the Shen Mansion looked nervous.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. Kunlun Sanren can be regarded as a legend among the casual cultivators. In his early years, he was just a fisherman, but he accidentally entered the fairy pond in Kunlun Mountain and caught a fairy. From then on, he embarked on the path of immortality and made great progress.

There are only a few casual cultivators who can enter the fourth realm. Kunlun Sanren is one of them. Moreover, he had already perfected the fourth realm several years ago and is the casual cultivator with the greatest hope of breaking through to the fifth realm.

His fishing skills have reached such perfection that he can even catch giant whales. This is truly a magical power.

Many sects had extended olive branches to him, but Kunlun Sanren was used to traveling around the world and was free and easy, so he rejected all invitations.

Hearing the exclamations of the crowd at this moment, Kunlun Sanren smiled slightly, with a complacent look on his face.

Opportunities are available to everyone, so today he wants to teach this young man a lesson, telling him not to be too arrogant when doing things.

Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you have Yue Ling as your support. A wanderer like him can go anywhere in the world. It's nothing for him to hide for more than ten years just for this magic sword.

Thinking of this, his wrist trembled slightly.

The next moment, the fishing line automatically became longer, emitting a faint black light, and actually broke through the flames and sword energy surrounding the Demon-Slaying Sword and entangled itself around the hilt.

"Young man, I will gladly accept this magic sword."

He lifted the fishing rod, and the fishing line automatically shortened, carrying the ghost-slaying sword towards him, as if an immortal in the clouds had fished away the sword from the human world.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered.

Pretending to be your mother!

He pinched his sword fingers again, no longer hiding his magic power. The pure Yang Golden Elixir in his body fired at full power. The purest and most refined magic power was like a flood that had been opened, surging and majestic.

Kunlun Sanren on the cloud's expression changed instantly.

His hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly, and a hint of horror appeared in his eyes.

How is it possible? This young man has only just entered the fourth realm, how can his magic power be so strong and amazing? And it is so pure that even he who has been tempered by the fairy pond is far inferior to it!
You know, because of his encounter in the fairy pond, although he is only a middle-level golden elixir, the purity of his magic power is enough to be comparable to a high-level golden elixir!
"Bah!"

Kunlun Sanren shouted loudly, his voice like thunder, and mobilized all his magical powers. The fishing rod in his hand was instantly tightened, and the black light on the fishing line became brighter.

He has even caught giant whales, so how could he not catch a mere sword?

If he couldn't even beat a young man who had just entered the fourth realm, where would he, Kunlun Sanren, put his face?

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

The stalemate lasted only a few moments before the contest of magical powers was decided.

Kunlun Sanren's hands were shaking constantly, veins popped up on his face, and sweat poured down. He was no longer as calm and composed as before, but even so, the fishing line was falling visibly.

At this moment, under Zhang Jiuyang's full control, the Demon-Slaying Sword almost turned into a red fire dragon. The sword energy condensed into scales, and the flames condensed into eyes. It howled in the wind and clouds, as if to pull the immortal in the sky down to the earth.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that in this contest of magical powers, the famous Kunlun Sanren was actually at a disadvantage.

"Hiss! Who is that man?"

"I know. I saw him at the old lady's birthday party some time ago. I think his name is Zhang Jiuyang. He is Minglie Hou's fiancé!"

"Who said he was chosen just because of his looks? At this age and with this level of strength, he is a natural genius!"

"I never thought he would be so amazing. His talent and strength are totally worthy of Minglie Hou!"

"Fortunately I didn't do anything..."

"I knew that Marquis Minglie was not that superficial. Her husband must be a dragon among men. It seems that there will be another young master in this world!"

Hearing those discussions, Kunlun Sanren's face turned black. If he lost today, the other party would step on him to become famous, and his decades of reputation would be ruined in an instant!
Never lose!

He had already activated some secret method of burning his essence and blood, but soon discovered in despair that the opponent's magic power had also increased.

He hasn't given his all yet?
Roar!
The fire dragon roared, and the Jade Sky Fire began to spread upwards along the fishing line, burning all the way to Kunlun Sanren's hands.

He suddenly let out a scream, his energy was drained away, and his body immediately fell from the clouds, his hair disheveled, and he looked in a miserable state.

There is no trace of immortal spirit anymore.

Lost!

Kunlun Sanren made a prompt decision, instantly let go of his magic fishing rod, and used the escape technique to escape into the distance.

Although it hurts physically, life is more important. He has already sensed the murderous intent, and his heart is showing an extremely dangerous warning, which is the breath of death.

This young man really dared to kill him!
"Want to run?"

"late."

Zhang Jiuyang waved his hand casually, and the Ghost-Slaying Sword broke free from its restraints, chasing after Kunlun Sanren like a red dragon. However, the other party was indeed a top master among the casual cultivators, and his escape technique was astonishingly fast.

Zhang Jiuyang sneered, and his third eye instantly opened between his eyebrows.

The golden eyes glare angrily, and the fiery eyes burn the sky!
The fleeing Kunlun Sanren was stunned for a moment, and in this moment of flaw, the Demon-Slaying Sword had caught up with him and rushed towards him from above like a red dragon.

Although Kunlun Sanren woke up in time and cast magic to defend himself, his body still fell from the sky and was pressed down by the Ghost-Slaying Sword to the ground of the Shen Mansion.

Boom!

Gravel fell like rain and dust came like waves.

Kunlun Sanren's face was filled with shame and anger, and his Taoist robe was almost torn to pieces by the sword energy. Blood kept flowing out, and he looked disheveled and in an extremely miserable state.

He was completely different from the one who was fishing in the clouds before.

He tried to sit up, but was stepped on by a foot.

The cold sword was placed on his neck. The man holding the sword was a handsome young man in white clothes, with a red mark between his eyebrows, an elegant temperament and cold eyes.

"Fishing?"

"Old man, don't you like fishing?"

(End of this chapter)