The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 676: Disciple Zhang Jiuyang, please ask Lu Zu to possess you!
In the world of eternal night, a storm has once again arisen.

Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling attacked at the same time in anger. With their teamwork, even if Gesang was resurrected, he would die again, not to mention the emperor who had mediocre cultivation in the eyes of all the immortals.

But the emperor was not panicked at all, and showed a confident smile.

Snapped!
A purple chess piece was quietly crushed, and then countless black and white chess pieces that fell into the void instantly connected into one piece, with qi converging, light and shadow flowing, forming a dense and complex formation.

That was the work of Taoist Fang Yuan, the true disciple of the master of Taiping Temple and the next generation leader of Taiping Temple.

With a crisp sound, as if an illusory bubble was punctured, before the attack of Zhang Jiuyang's palm thunder and Yue Ling's Overlord Spear, the figures of the emperor and Taoist Fang Yuan all disappeared.

jingle!

When the Emperor Bell rang, Zhang Jiuyang discovered that it was a large space formation. He tried to use the Emperor Bell's magical power to seal the formation and capture the two people from the void.

He was almost successful, but he felt a powerful force coming, causing the sealed formation to rotate again.

hum! !

The Emperor's Bell continued to tremble and roar, as if it had been greatly shaken.

This was the first time that Zhang Jiuyang's Emperor Bell magical power was forcibly broken head-on, and his divine eye had already seen the person who was fighting with him through the air.

He was wearing white clothes and a jade crown, with white hair on his temples. He held the chess manual in one hand and played with the chess piece in the other.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Zhang Jiuyang from a distance. Their gazes seemed to have passed through the void and collided with each other.

It was none other than Taoist Fang Yuan's master, the greatest Taoist of our time, the abbot of Taiping Temple.

So many masters came to the Luotian Grand Ceremony, but the abbot of Taiping Temple was the only one that Zhang Jiuyang could not understand.

The two had fought briefly in the palace and were evenly matched, but now it seems that the master of Taiping Temple did hold back.

As a result, Zhang Jiuyang is now at a disadvantage.

The formation dissipated, and the figures of the emperor and Fang Yuan completely disappeared, leaving the world of eternal night.

"What a great Fang Yuan! It seems that his previous formation was all a fake!"

Master Linghui swung her sword but missed, and immediately became angry.

It turned out that when the nine great immortals surrounded Zhang Jiuyang, Fang Yuan was not just slacking off, but acting.

The formation had already been set up, but it was not a killing formation, but a transmission formation. Fang Yuan deliberately left behind the last chess piece, which was also the core of the entire formation, that is, the purple chess piece.

And his and the emperor's positions happened to be the two poles of the formation.

Once the purple chess piece is crushed, the two will be instantly teleported to a certain place and escape from the predicament.

Fang Yuan has been waiting for the emperor's order.

"Haha, you think you can be safe if you run away? Don't let us out, otherwise if we all join forces and Master Zhang is here, we can still destroy him even if we have a national defense formation!"

Nun Linghui was the most murderous and raised her sword to the sky threateningly.

The other real people also nodded in agreement.

The emperor has gone too far this time. He has even become a demon. He actually wants to kill all the monks in the world so that there will be no more immortals in the world.

Such delusions have touched the bottom line of all real people.

After all, which sect doesn't have hundreds or thousands of disciples? Most of their brothers, sisters, friends and relatives are also cultivators.

The emperor's words were tantamount to killing nine or even ten of their clans.

"Is this dog emperor crazy? Why does he think he can be an enemy of all the cultivators in the world?"

"And Fang Yuan, isn't he also a cultivator? Isn't Taiping Temple afraid of being hunted down and killed by the emperor?"

"I heard that the Yinshan Sect's technique of resurrecting the dead can affect the brain. Is the emperor stupid?"

Everyone was talking about it, and there was still indignation on their faces, but not much worry.

Because they did not think that the emperor could accomplish this. With so many real people joining forces, plus Zhang Jiuyang who could kill people in the seventh realm, the power was so terrifying that it was enough to change the world.

They are more inclined to believe that the emperor's soul was damaged after he took over another body and he has become insane.

But Zhang Jiuyang's expression was extremely solemn. "My fellow Taoists, the emperor is not wishful thinking, he has something to rely on. Haven't you noticed that this world...has changed?"

Everyone was stunned, and then quickly realized something.

It is light, blood light.

This was originally a world of eternal night, with no sun or moon, but now there is a faint layer of blood light all around, but it is extremely weak.

Looking up at the sky, I saw two round moons in the dark night sky, looming and emitting blood-red moonlight.

At the moment of looking directly at the two blood moons, even the real person of the sixth realm felt a chill and a long-lost sense of fear.

It is a fear that is deeply rooted in the blood and engraved in the bones.

"Then...what is that?"

"How can there be two moons?"

"I'm afraid it's not the moon..."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed softly, staring at the sky that was becoming increasingly bloody, and said, "It's the eyes."

Everyone was shocked.

"Some kind of monster's eyes."

Boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge arm stretched out from the dark void. It was dozens of feet long and covered with strange red hair. Every hair was boiling with astonishing demonic and evil spirits.

The headmaster of Xuanmiao Temple stared at the arm blankly.

It is said that each whisker of his magic whisk comes from a great demon above the fourth level, but compared with the arm in front of him, there is undoubtedly a world of difference.

Every red hair on that arm had a demonic aura as strong as that of a fifth-level demon, and it also had a terrifying curse power that could make one's heart tremble.

After just a few glances, their skin actually felt slightly itchy, as if something was trying to get out from under their skin.

That is to say, they have a high level of cultivation and the Holy Infant in their bodies is able to block the erosion of the curse power. If it were a cultivator in the fifth realm, he would probably turn into a monster just by taking a look at it.

jingle!

Zhang Jiuyang shook the Emperor Bell again, trying to lead everyone away from the painting. After all, he had already experienced the power of the Qianling monster in Taizu's will last time.

At least the eighth realm, or even the ninth realm, is far beyond his current ability to contend with.

But this time, Zhang Jiuyang's expression suddenly changed.

The magical power of Emperor Zhong, which had always worked, actually hit a wall. Perhaps because it was in Qianling Mausoleum, the monster's power was even stronger than last time. With just one hand, it was able to completely block off this world.

Cover the sky with one hand!
It was as if the entire world was in the palm of his hand, and each of his fingers was a cage that imprisoned the sky, leaving no gaps.

"Come together and help me hold it off for a moment!"

Zhang Jiuyang immediately gave the order.

Thanks to the prestige he had accumulated before, the real people obeyed his orders without any hesitation.

The eight real men attacked together, their magic powers were connected, and they used various magic weapons to try to block the terrifying giant hand like a demon.

Zhang Jiuyang, on the other hand, had a determined look and was filled with murderous intent. With his hair loose and a sword in hand, he stepped on Tiangang and used his last trump card without hesitation.

"The inner minister of Jade Purity, the chosen immortal of the Golden Palace. He transformed into the master of the three religions, and judged the orders of the five thunders with his magic. When he woke up from the dream, he forgot about his fame and fortune in the world; the brilliance of his precious sword swept away the monsters in the world..."

"The holy traces are left on the top of the Yellow Crane Tower, and cinnabar is refined in the Jade Purity Hall... Great compassion and great vows, great saint and great mercy. The founder of the school, the spiritual response ancestor. The heavenly thunder, the real person of Lingbao. The pure yang performs righteousness, the warning and enlightenment of the emperor, the heavenly master who promotes the wonderful way."

Finally, he held up the Pure Yang Sword, his long hair fluttering, his purple clothes shining, and the sword energy in his eyes was like a rainbow.

"Disciple Zhang Jiuyang, please let Lü Zu possess you!"

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(End of this chapter)