The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 602: Erlang Zhenjun's Spear Skills

"Junior brother!!"

The moment one of the old men had his heart pierced by the golden light, the other two old men immediately gave up their actions of sealing Yousheng and attacked Zhang Jiuyang at the same time.

Even the dead old man's spirit left his body and turned all his life's cultivation into an angry attack.

The soul fell like a meteor, burning with circles of purple flames, and smashed towards Zhang Jiuyang like the sun.

His quick response and resolute character are rare in the world.

The methods of the other two old men were equally astonishing. One of them chanted an incantation and suddenly transformed himself. His body soared into the sky and turned into the size of a mountain.

The white hair weighs down the ancient trees, and a clapping of hands raises a strong and long wind.

The last person did not step forward, but let out a long roar, and the surrounding area was filled with earth-shaking power. He waved his fingers in the air, and the earth veins and rivers moved in the direction he pointed, as if soldiers were obeying his orders.

In a moment, an unparalleled killing formation enveloped Zhang Jiuyang.

"Be careful, benefactor! They are the three friends of winter in Shouyang Mountain!"

In a fight of this level, Yousheng could only protect himself and had no chance to intervene. He could only quickly send a message to Zhang Jiuyang to tell him the details of the three men.

There are countless extraordinary people in the world, especially among famous mountains and rivers. There are often hermits who practice qigong and cultivate themselves in the mountains, secluded from the world, wholeheartedly seeking the path to becoming an immortal.

The Three Friends of Winter of Shouyang Mountain are the legendary hermits.

It is said that these three people were born in the 16th year of Linde, more than 300 years ago, and they were top figures who dominated the world at that time.

The three of them became close friends and in their later years decided to live in seclusion in Shouyang Mountain to practice the Tao together and never care about the mundane world again.

Legend has it that they practiced hard in Mount Shouyang, drinking morning dew when thirsty, eating flowers when hungry, inhaling and exhaling the fresh air of heaven and earth, breathing in the essence of the sun and the moon, not eating a single grain of rice, and gradually reaching the high state of "those who eat air become divine and live long."

In books of strange stories such as "Shuguai Ji" and "Bai Yi Zhi", there are often stories about tourists who got lost in Mount Shouyang and were guided by three people.

Most of the people who have been guided by them can achieve success and become famous.

Therefore, there are often monks who go deep into Shouyang Mountain for pilgrimage, but they always fail to obtain what they want. With the passage of time and the vicissitudes of a hundred years, it has gradually become a legend.

During the time of the previous emperor, people were sent to Mount Shouyang to look for them, but in the end nothing was found. Only a few dry bones were found in the mountains, vaguely wearing clothes from three hundred years ago.

All the practitioners in the world thought that these three people had passed away, and they all sighed. However, they did not expect that these three people were still alive and had come out to work for the Heavenly Venerable.

There was a hint of solemnity in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes.

The three hidden masters mentioned in the ancient books have taken action. The power of Tianzun is even more terrifying than he imagined. Perhaps Huangquan is just the tip of the iceberg.

No wonder Yousheng was unable to resist at all. His magic weapon was taken away and he couldn’t even send a message for help.

"You three are all senior masters, but you have fallen into depravity and become running dogs of Tianzun. If that's the case..."

Brilliant golden light burst out from Zhang Jiuyang's body, covering his entire body like gold foil, making him look like the golden arhat enshrined in the temple.

"Then I won't be polite."

Worried about his wife and children, Zhang Jiuyang decided to make a quick decision.

The falling purple sun was like Gonggong angrily hitting Mount Buzhou, containing a rage that reached the sky. It first hit Zhang Jiuyang, causing this piece of land separated by yin and yang to roar instantly. The raging purple flame spread out, as if to burn everything.

It was like the end of the world.

This is Taoist Zi Yang, one of the Three Friends of Winter. His physical body was destroyed, leaving only his soul in the world. Even if he could survive by using secret techniques, he would have no chance of being connected with the Great Dao.

Therefore, they were furious and fought for their lives.

But in the sea of ​​purple flames, the golden figure stood in the void, without the slightest shake.

Even when he took a breath, the surroundings were swept away like a whirlwind, sucking all the purple flames in the sky into his throat like a whale sucking water.

“Humph, you want to swallow my Purple Sun Fire? You’re just dreaming!!”

Taoist Zi Yang was not angry but happy. He made a fire seal with his hands, causing the flames to explode.

This young man’s golden body is indeed amazing, even his Purple Sun True Fire cannot burn it. But this person is too arrogant, how dare he swallow the fire into his stomach?
If the outside can’t burn, can the inside also burn?
Master Zi Yang showed a smile of revenge at the corner of his mouth, waiting for Zhang Jiuyang's body to explode. However, the facts were far beyond his expectations.

Zhang Jiuyang was seen holding his stomach, seeming to be feeling a little uncomfortable, and then he burped lightly, with wisps of black smoke coming out.

It's gone.

At this time, the old man who had become as big as a mountain clapped his hands together. Although his hands were very old, just skin and bones, they were covered with wrinkles.

But the giant hand as big as a mountain still had amazing power. The long wind it raised broke countless huge trees and caused waves in the stagnant water.

boom! !

With a loud bang, the giant hands slapped Zhang Jiuyang like slapping a fly.

But the next moment, the old man let out a scream, and his palms became bloody, as if he had hit a hard nail.

"It's strong enough, but unfortunately not hard enough."

Zhang Jiuyang patted his clothes, then opened his mouth and spit out the purple flame that was constantly roiling in his stomach. It flew out like a dragon and burned the old man's body.

In an instant, the old man's huge flesh and blood turned into nutrients for the sea of ​​fire, and a burning smell wafted around.

"Ah! My body!!"

"Junior brother, quickly collect your flames!!!"

True Man Zi Yang quickly chanted an incantation, trying to take back the flames, but was horrified to find that after passing through the young man's stomach, the flames no longer obeyed him.

There was absolutely no response to his command.

The formation moved, and murderous intent was lurking everywhere, evolving into phantoms of disciples such as the land god, mountain gods, heavenly soldiers, and divine generals, which rushed towards Zhang Jiuyang to kill him.

But this time, Zhang Jiuyang took the initiative to kill him. Golden light flowed between his eyebrows and the golden ring in his pupils slowly rotated.

In an instant, he saw through the true and false of the formation and found its flaws.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Rays of golden light shot out from his divine eyes, turning the phantom images of the gods and heavenly soldiers into nothing. He plucked a golden hair, blew it gently, and it turned into a golden three-pointed, two-edged spear.

The spear was waved, demonstrating the spear skills of Erlang Zhenjun.

His aura changed drastically in an instant, as if he had turned into a divine general who was feared by the heavens. His spear skills were powerful and fierce, yet he was also elegant, handsome, and heroic.

The three-pointed, double-edged spear in his hand seemed to have turned into a dragon that could overturn the rivers and seas, and charged into the army of millions like a howling gale under a jade tree. The dazzling light of the spear spanned the sky and earth, and pierced through the mountains and rivers. Every move seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth.

Sea-walking style!
The spear seemed to stir up an ocean, and the power of water surged and spread, turning the surroundings into an underwater whirlpool.

Thunder style!
Rays of lightning spread from the gun, dazzling and shocking for hundreds of miles.

Opening of the sky!

The spear's light seemed to be the creation of the world, it was so sharp that even the void was cut into dark cracks.

……

Before Master Erlang had even finished using his spear skills, Zhang Jiuyang discovered that the formation was already riddled with holes and in pieces.

There was no one standing in front of him, even the old man who was in charge of the formation had his head chopped off.

At this moment, the old Taoist who had turned into a giant was silent and fell completely into the sea of ​​fire.

On the contrary, it was True Man Zi Yang, whose physical body was destroyed first, who survived to the end.

Zhang Jiuyang held the three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand and slowly turned his head. His eyes between his eyebrows shone with brilliance, and his rotating golden pupils stared at him quietly.

"I did it..."

"Or do you come by yourself?"

……

(End of this chapter)