The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 340: Flying General Dharma Image, Ancient General Temple

Run away!
Faster!
Zhang Jiuyang had pushed the earth escape technique to its limit. He could fly a hundred feet in an instant, and he did not look back until he left Guifei Ridge.

Fortunately, Guifei Ridge was on the border of Tongtian Mountains. It took him less than a moment to reach Jizhou and leave Tongtian Mountains.

At this point, he finally stopped and breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly I realized that my back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Zhang Jiuyang put away his escape technique and appeared on the ground, thinking he was out of danger.

But at this moment, a sense of crisis emerged in his heart again, and Kenshin was frantically warning.

No, run away!!!
The Thirteen Forms of Escape were activated instantly, and he used the Earth Escape Technique again, hiding his body in the vast earth and escaping into the distance.

At this moment, a golden halberd fell from the sky, and turned into a ten-foot-high halberd in the wind. It pierced into the earth like a dragon, with the tip of the halberd pointing directly at Zhang Jiuyang.

A powerful and domineering tiger roar sounded, deafening, as if the entire Tongtian Mountains were shaking. A powerful demonic aura rose into the sky, forming black clouds all over the sky, and strong winds raged, sweeping across the world.

The dragon follows the clouds, the tiger follows the wind.

This tiger roar indicated that the demon king Shanjun, who had been roaming the Tongtian Mountains for hundreds of years, had arrived!

Zhang Jiuyang's sword heart was beating wildly. At the critical moment, he bent his finger and the dragon-binding rope on his waist turned into a dragon, flying out from the ground and wrapping around the golden halberd.

The golden halberd suddenly stopped.

And in this split second, Zhang Jiuyang changed his hand gestures again, changing from earth escape to cloud escape, and his body turned into wisps of misty cloud and scattered into the sky.

The Dragon Binding Rope immediately turned into a golden light and disappeared, returning to Zhang Jiuyang.

Although his Evil-Slaying Sword and Dragon-Binding Rope were defiled by the female ghost, as the female ghost turned to ashes, the curses cast on the two magic weapons naturally dissipated and were restored.

Although the magic weapon was restored, Zhang Jiuyang had no desire to fight any longer.

Fighting a tiger will only result in death.

But the other party didn't seem to intend to let him go.

"No matter who you are, if you kill my woman, don't even think about leaving alive!"

A thunderous sound rang out in the sky, accompanied by the roar of a tiger. It was like the end of the world. Only a majestic figure could be vaguely seen.

The tiger stretched out his hand and the golden halberd flew back automatically. The golden light on the halberd became even brighter, and it made bursts of roaring sounds, just like a dragon.

There were originally six demon kings in the Tongtian Mountains. They were unruly and domineering. Later, he chopped off the heads of three of them and cooked and ate two of them. The most powerful old dragon was a golden python from heaven and earth that had cultivated into a spirit. He extracted its spine and made this golden halberd.

At this moment, he raised the magic spear high, and there were lightning and thunder in the sky, which gathered into a tornado hundreds of feet high. The demonic energy was so strong that it shattered the sea of ​​clouds in the sky.

The art of transformation was not his forte, and the opponent's escape technique was so mysterious that even he could not see through it for a while.

But one force can defeat ten skills, and the birth and death of the sea of ​​clouds in the eight directions all depends on one thought.

Boom!

In an instant, the earth shook and the mountains shook. Under the horrifying tornado, not only the sea of ​​clouds in the sky could not survive, but even the trees on the ground were blown away like weeds. The mountains and rivers were shattered, and the wind and rain were blowing.

The cloud that Zhang Jiuyang transformed into could no longer fly. He could feel a terrible suction force coming from behind him, pulling him back little by little.

In addition to being unable to protect himself, he also saw that many towns at the foot of the mountain were beginning to be affected by the raging evil wind.

Houses collapsed one after another, and many people were even swept away by the evil wind and were about to die.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes narrowed. This matter was originally caused by him, and he didn't want to implicate innocent people. At this point, it seemed that he couldn't escape, and the only option was to fight.

But just as he was about to show up and fight, his expression suddenly paused and he heard a series of exciting drum beats in his ears.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of war drums is like thunder, possessing an indescribable mysterious power that subtly makes people's blood boil and their fighting spirit soar.

The tiger's gaze also fixed.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of golden swords and iron horses rang out between heaven and earth. Countless iron cavalry trampled the universe into pieces, like a black tide of anger. The murderous aura was like a raging sea, and according to some mysterious formation, it condensed into a huge Dharma image.

The Dharma image was that of a mighty general wearing silver armor and with eagle eyes. He carried a bow weighing ten thousand stones on his back and exuded an endless sharp aura.

"How dare you, a daring demon, invade our Daqian border! Why don't you retreat immediately!"

A voice sounded, it was a heroic general on a white horse and in a silver robe, holding a bright silver spear, riding alone and leading thousands of troops.

"I am Qin Liancheng, the vanguard general of the Jizhou Army. Don't be so arrogant, demon!"

As he finished speaking, the three armies shouted loudly, shaking the sky, and the general statue drew the great bow on its back, pulled the bowstring, and stared at the tiger with its eyes as sharp as an eagle.

As the bowstring was pulled, the murderous spirit in the army automatically condensed into a red feather arrow, and the sharp energy surged.

"shoot!"

Vanguard General Qin Liancheng gave the order decisively.

Whoosh! !

The arrow broke through the air like a thunderclap, piercing through the tornado directly, as if it had pierced the neck. The seemingly powerful tornado collapsed and dissipated directly.

Those people who were swept by the wind fell down one after another, and were about to be smashed into meat paste, but suddenly clouds appeared, and their bodies became light and agile, as if they were held up by someone, and they fell to the ground like leaves.

Qin Liancheng let out a light exclamation and realized that someone was secretly rescuing the people.

But he didn't care too much. The other party seemed to be kind, and the biggest threat at the moment was the demon king in front of him.

Since that great battle, the Demon King Tongtian has not left the mountain for nearly ten years. Why did he suddenly go crazy this time?
Roar!
The sound of a tiger's roar makes people shudder from the depths of their souls.

The tiger held a red arrow in his hand. Even though he had caught the arrow, it was still trembling with a sharp aura, and it even rubbed against his palm, creating sparks.

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly and crushed the arrow with one hand. He stared at the statue with his tiger eyes, as if he recalled some bad memories. There was a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.

"Flying General Dharma Image, Ancient General Temple?"

Qin Liancheng was shocked when he saw that he crushed the arrow of Flying General Faxiang with one hand. Is this the strength of Tongtian Demon King?

The Ancient General Temple was founded by the military god Yue Jingzhong, and it follows a very special method of cultivation.

Yue Junshen discovered that the power of the monks was too strong. Even if the army had been through hundreds of battles, it was often no match for those powerful monks. In this case, how could they defend their country?

Therefore, he worked tirelessly and constantly consulted Zhuge Qixing, and finally created the Ancient General Temple.

The Ancient General Temple enshrines famous generals from all dynasties. The disciples in the temple do not practice magic, but the art of battle formations. Under their leadership, the soldiers set up battle formations and can condense the murderous aura into the image of the god general. The more people there are, the stronger the murderous aura is, and the stronger the image is.

The Flying General Dharma Image is one of the ten Dharma Images in the Ancient General Temple. His archery skills are unparalleled in the world and he can shoot and kill ghosts and gods!

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(End of this chapter)