The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 584: Infinite magical power, causing chaos in the capital
into the night.

The moonlight in the capital is beautiful tonight. A full moon is shining in the sky, casting its clear light, and the stars are looming, as beautiful as a painting.

However, someone had no intention of appreciating such beautiful scenery because she was running for her life.

Granny Yin Sheng's speed was very fast, but she still felt a sense of crisis in her heart. She felt an unspeakable fear and took out an urn, pretending to smash it.

The frightened sounds of the baby could be heard faintly all around, and the speed of the aircraft carrying her became faster.

These are the ashes of the ghost babies, and also the lifeblood of these ghosts.

However, the next moment, a voice sounded softly beside her, like the whisper of the god of death, which instantly caused a huge wave in Yin Sheng's heart.

"It seems that you, Jingye Division, have forgotten what I once said."

That's Zhang Jiuyang's voice!

Obviously, there was no magical power in this voice, but she felt that it seemed even more terrifying than the devil monk's great Brahma magic sound.

Without any hesitation, Grandma Yinsheng slammed the urn down.

Zhang Jiuyang just watched quietly without stopping. His eyes were extremely cold, calm and deep like the abyss under the shadow.

Following a crisp sound, the ghost babies, which were already extremely violent, suddenly burst into sharp cries, and their murderous aura increased several times.

After ten months of pregnancy, the baby died before being born.

They are inherently extremely violent and more ferocious than ordinary ghosts. Their only comfort is the urn.

For them, that small jar is their only home in the world.

But at this moment, even this last bit of comfort is gone.

Grandma Yinsheng made hand seals and chanted spells. Every muscle on her face seemed to be shaking, as if she was under tremendous pressure.

After smashing the urn, the ghosts were freed, and after killing all their enemies, they would even kill her, the former spellcaster.

But there was no other way. Facing Zhang Jiuyang, she had to fight to the death.

In an instant, countless horrific ghost babies emerged from the darkness, their umbilical cords still hanging on the ground, and some of them even hadn't fully grown their facial features.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes turned cold. With just a cursory glance, he knew there were at least hundreds of ghost babies. This also meant the destruction of hundreds of families and the lives of hundreds of mothers.

Not to mention that he is about to become a father, even if he doesn't have children, he must be killed for such a heinous crime.

Roar! !

Hundreds of ghost babies swarmed over and surrounded Zhang Jiuyang. The terrifying evil spirit and death energy made the surrounding grass and trees wither and turn yellow.

They rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang one after another, and under the moonlight, they surrounded him tightly like a dragnet.

Zhang Jiuyang still didn't move.

Grandma Yin Sheng's eyes lit up with joy when she saw this. If the other party dared to be arrogant, he would probably suffer a great loss today. These ghost babies that she had personally refined were not that simple.

Just then, the bell rang.

Zhang Jiuyang held a simple and mysterious small bell in his hand. The upper handle was in the shape of a mountain, symbolizing the Three Pure Ones of Taoism. The ancient bell was engraved with the sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and ancient Taoist seal characters.

The magical emperor bell!
When the bell rings, everything changes.

Grandma Yin Sheng's eyes blurred, and the next moment she and Zhang Jiuyang instantly switched positions. Countless ghost babies bit her body and devoured her.

The four directions above and below are the universe.

The magical power of Emperor Zhong involves the avenue of space, which is somewhat similar to the moving stars and changing constellations in the Thirty-Six Heavenly Powers. Once Zhang Jiuyang performed it, Yin Shengpo was trapped in her own web.

Suddenly, an extremely miserable cry was heard.

The flesh and blood of Grandma Yinsheng was being eaten by the ghost babies. She wanted to make a seal, but one of the ghost babies bit off her finger.

In the end, she couldn't even scream because the ghost baby bit off her tongue.

Their deaths were more or less related to Yin Sheng Po Po, and they were controlled by her after death, unable to escape, so they naturally resented her greatly, wishing to eat her flesh and swallow her blood alive. Zhang Jiuyang still watched quietly, with no trace of compassion in his eyes, only coldness.

This is just the beginning.

When Grandma Yinsheng was completely eaten by these ghost babies and even her soul was torn into pieces, Zhang Jiuyang uttered Sanskrit sounds and a warm and mellow Buddhist light emerged from his body.

The great Buddhist sound!

If the evil monk Shisha were still alive, he would surely feel ashamed and be shocked by this scene.

It was the same Mahabrahma Zen sound. Zhang Jiuyang used it as if a bodhisattva had descended to the world or a Buddha was preaching. The brilliant Buddha light seemed to contain infinite merits, causing phantoms of golden lotuses falling from the sky and emerging from the ground to appear all around.

The evil spirit in those ghost babies was quickly washed away, and their hideous and ugly appearance disappeared. They all became plump, white, cute and innocent.

If they could successfully be born into the world, these are what they would look like.

They laughed and played, their figures becoming fainter and fainter, until finally they disappeared into thin air. Zhang Jiuyang, with his great magical powers, sent all of them into the underworld to reincarnate.

If any Buddhists saw this scene at this moment, they would probably be shocked.

To convert hundreds of evil-minded ghost babies at once, even a great monk would have to spend several days and consume a lot of mana.

However, Zhang Jiuyang did all this from beginning to end in just a few breaths, just like an arhat or bodhisattva walking out of the scriptures, with boundless Buddhist teachings and vast supernatural powers, able to save countless karmas with just a few words.

After doing all this, he did not stop, but continued to move forward. His figure flashed by, leaving only a few wave-like ripples in the void.

Like a stone thrown into the center of a lake.

……

The corpse driver is dead!
Mother-in-law Yinsheng is also dead!
Under the moonlight, Fu Guidao, who was trying his best to escape, was extremely terrified, with the fear of death looming in his heart.

There is some kind of connection between the four judges. When one of them dies, the other three can sense it.

After the first death of the evil monk Shisha, he had sensed the successive deaths of the corpse driver and the Yinsheng Grandma.

The most terrifying thing is that there was not much time between their deaths, only a few breaths.

This means that Zhang Jiuyang... is coming towards him to kill him! !

When he thought of this, he felt frightened, but when he looked at the palace not far away, a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

The palace! As long as he enters the palace, he can live!

The Master will not ignore him, and His Majesty will not ignore him either!

No matter how bold Zhang Jiuyang is, if he dares to force his way into the palace, then His Majesty must take action even if he is wary of him.

When the time comes, the national defense formation will be launched, and with the help of the Lord Si and that person, Zhang Jiuyang will surely be killed!
The palace was already within reach. His eyes were filled with ecstasy and he finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Zhang Jiuyang probably hadn't caught up with him yet.

Survived!

However, the smile on his face soon froze, and he even revealed a look of fear and horror.

It turned out that he found that the imperial palace was right at hand, but he could not fly to the palace gate no matter what he did. He had been flying for a whole quarter of an hour, but was still very close.

It seemed as if those few short steps were separated by a chasm of tens of thousands of miles.

Even when he shouted loudly, the soldiers guarding the door did not respond.

It was as if he had fallen into some lost void.

Not far away, Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were indifferent as he slowly put away his sword.

Just now, with a stroke of the brush, he drew thousands of miles between Fugui Taoist and the imperial palace, just like painting a picture, condensing thousands of miles into three inches of space.

Seemingly incredible, it is precisely the power of the Emperor Bell's magical power.

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(End of this chapter)