The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 672 Tai Chi Figure Appears
"The winner...is decided!"

"Master Zhang actually... killed the Seventh Realm?"

"Besides him, there will be no other candidate for the position of Daqian Imperial Master..."

All the real people watching the fight looked up at the figure with his feet on the blue dragon and his hands clenched into sword fingers. They knew that Zhang Jiuyang had created a new myth.

The sixth realm kills the seventh realm, this has never happened since ancient times.

Roar!
The blue dragon transformed from the Pure Yang Magic Sword turned into a sword body again, circling around Zhang Jiuyang, and finally turned into a sword hairpin in his hair.

He is quite willing to leave when his work is done, with a temperament that hides his desire for achievement and fame.

A head riddled with holes rolled to the ground at Zhang Jiuyang's feet. The flesh and blood had been blurred by the sword energy, and the bones, as crystal clear as glass, were covered with cracks.

Without the bright moon, his moonlight glazed golden body would be like a tree without roots and water without a source, no longer able to reproduce endlessly.

But even so, Venerable Gesang has not died yet. There are no pupils in his eyes, which have become empty, but he is still staring at Zhang Jiuyang.

"What's the name of your magical power?"

He was still able to speak, but his tongue was half shredded by the sword energy, so his words were unclear.

"Emperor Bell."

The divine eyes between Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows turned slightly, and the golden flames appeared and disappeared, reflecting the mysterious runes around the pupils.

"The Emperor's Bell... I see. It's not a simple space technique, but the gathering and dispersion of earth, water, wind and fire..."

"If you are not in the painting, you may not win."

Zhang Jiuyang's pupils condensed slightly. Venerable Gesang was indeed an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. He actually saw through the essence of his Emperor Bell magical power.

Strictly speaking, in this battle, Venerable Gesang was restrained by his own magical power of the Emperor Bell, and he had no advantage in terms of timing or location.

The magic of the glazed golden body of Moonlight Bodhisattva lies in that it allows one to establish a mysterious connection with the bright moon. The bright moon is me and I am the bright moon.

In this way, as long as the bright moon is still there, the golden body will be invincible. Not only will the magic power be endless, but the physical body will also be immortal for a short period of time.

Of course, this method also has its drawbacks, that is, the moon is strong when it is full and weak when it is waning. If you seek it from the outside, you will naturally be affected by it.

The best way to deal with this method is to take advantage of the waxing and waning of the moon, and break the limit of what the opponent's golden body can withstand when the moon is waning.

If it were in the real world, Zhang Jiuyang would have to use the Tai Chi diagram magical power to win the battle, but in this cave world, Mingyue was temporarily summoned by Gesan with his magical power, and Zhang Jiuyang could forcibly cut off the connection between the two.

If it were the real world, with Zhang Jiuyang's current level of cultivation, he wouldn't be able to make the moon disappear as soon as he spoke.

That is why Gesang said that if he had not been in the painting, he might not have won.

"You are indeed very strong. If it weren't for the Emperor Bell's magical power that just happened to restrain you, and this place happened to be a world of eternal night with no bright moon, you wouldn't have been defeated so quickly."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at Venerable Gesang's head with a calm look.

He has already experienced the strength of the Seventh Realm. If he did not have the magical power of the Emperor Bell, even if he cultivated the Immortal Golden Body and many magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism, he could only protect himself at most but not win.

"It seems that you still have a hidden card, but I don't know what it is..."

Gesang suddenly laughed, and blood gushed out of the scars on his face, making him look like a ghost. He had lost all the temperament of a great monk, and even had an evil aura.

"Can I keep you from dying?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Jiuyang suddenly felt an extremely dangerous warning in his heart, and then a strange sound of wooden fish was heard around him.

Da da da……

As the wooden fish sounded, Zhang Jiuyang felt a familiar force coming, invisible and colorless, silent and formless, as if it was malice and curse from heaven and earth.

Heaven curses him to death, and he will never be reborn!
The earth curses him to death and he will not be able to sleep in peace!
Click!

A crack appeared on his neck, and blood gushed out. A faint child's voice was heard, but it was full of vicissitudes of life.

"You will be beheaded."

A young monk walked out from the void, with delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, beating a wooden fish in his hand.

As it was struck more and more, the wooden fish began to ooze out golden Buddha's blood, and its shape gradually changed into a broken Buddha's head.

The little monk's temperament also became twisted and evil. "Zhang Jiuyang... you are really hard to kill."

The little monk was the novice monk who had always followed Kongwen during the Luotian Grand Ceremony. However, at this moment, he looked at Zhang Jiuyang with a very excited look, as if he was looking at a precious prey.

Venerable Gesang sighed softly, as if he was mourning the passing of a peerless genius.

Zhang Jiuyang covered the scar on his neck, and brilliant golden light burst out on his skin. He tried to use his indestructible golden body to resist the strange and terrifying curse power.

But unfortunately, although the Immortal Golden Body was strong, his physical body had been damaged before he could use his magical powers, so that although the golden light was dazzling, it could never cover the crack on his neck.

Just like the boundary between Chu and Han.

If the power of the curse were to be borne with a complete indestructible golden body, there would still be a possibility of forcing it through, but if the physical body is damaged, the hope is slim.

The cursed force was constantly spreading, the scar on his neck was getting bigger and bigger, and the blood was plentiful, and it couldn't be covered even with his hands.

The head was about to fall off.

The young monk knocked on the Buddha's head more and more frequently, his eyes became more excited, and he even held his breath.

This was all a game between him and Gesanbu, and now it was about to succeed.

boom!
The spear light was like lightning, the golden flame danced wildly, and the violent force of the spear was like a raging storm.

Yue Ling attacked without hesitation, with murderous intent in his eyes and the tip of his gun pointed directly at the little monk who was knocking on the Buddha's head.

She had already recognized this person's origin. He was one of the several great demons who escaped from Penglai Fairy Palace, and the strongest one among them!

But no one expected that this demon would flee to the Western Regions and join forces with Gesang, the abbot of Nalanda Monastery.

But the gun was caught by a pair of fleshy hands.

That was the headless body of Venerable Gesang. Even though he had lost his head, he could still continue fighting.

"Let's go together and save Master Zhang!"

Master Linghui and Monk Tongji were the first to take action, and the other immortals followed closely.

However, the seventh realm is the seventh realm. Even if he lost his head and his golden body of Bodhisattva was broken, his magic power was still as deep as the ocean. His headless body temporarily stopped several real people.

"Princess Yuxiu... that female headmaster... is she your disciple?"

The cracks on Zhang Jiuyang's neck continued to spread, the strength in his body seemed to be disappearing rapidly, the golden light became increasingly weak, and even his voice became hoarse.

A sinister smile appeared on the little monk's face.

"Yes, I accepted her as my apprentice and taught her immortality. I wanted her to return to Daqian to serve as the chief officer and play an important role in the future, but I didn't expect... to be killed by you."

Not only was his disciple killed, but even the magical powers he taught were forcibly broken, so that he himself suffered a certain degree of backlash, and a crack appeared on the Buddha's head.

"You will be beheaded and die, Zhang Jiuyang, this is your fate!"

After Yuxiu's death, Gesang cultivated a new immortal body, and anyone who killed him would suffer the same death.

Previously, the Buddha head was thousands of miles away from Zhang Jiuyang, and Zhang Jiuyang was unable to break free due to his lack of strength. But now, the Buddha head was within reach, and could exert the greatest power of the spell.

"is it?"

Suddenly, Zhang Jiuyang gave up struggling. The unwillingness and anger in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a calmness.

For some reason, the little monk suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Actually, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"I'm really not that good at acting."

A Tai Chi diagram emerged, with divine radiance shining brightly across heaven and earth, emitting an ancient Taoist rhyme that seemed to encompass all the mysteries of the heavens.

The Yin-Yang fish is slowly rotating counterclockwise.

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(End of this chapter)