The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 677: White Sword, Pure Yang Emperor

The eight real men worked together to resist the huge palm that fell from the sky. Although they had just fought a fierce battle, they were fighting desperately at this moment, using their secret methods and even burning their blood and essence, which resulted in a stronger burst of strength.

Precious magic weapons were thrown at the palm like crazy, but they could not delay it even a little.

Finally, Qingyang Palace sacrificed its greatest treasure, the Three Mountains Seal.

This seal is a defensive treasure. After exerting its magical power, it can transform into three mountains to stop the enemy. Moreover, these are no ordinary mountains. Before passing away, the masters of Qingyang Palace in all generations would pour their own magical powers into them to remove the dross and retain the essence.

Over hundreds of years, the Three Mountains Seal has been nurtured by the magical powers of successive masters and has long become a defensive treasure.

In the previous fight, although the head of Qingyang Palace was suppressed underground by Zhang Jiuyang, he was not injured. This was thanks to the protection of this treasure seal.

Now the seal unfolds and transforms into three sacred mountains, blocking the giant hand.

However, under the demonic giant hand, the first sacred mountain only lasted for a moment before it collapsed and turned into ashes.

The head of Qingyang Palace spat out a mouthful of blood, but his momentum did not decrease but increased. His white hair was flying and veins on his face were bulging.

He used the secret method of the sect and was burning the essence of his heart and blood.

Every drop of his heart's blood contains his precious life span, and can also decompose into a huge amount of magic power to enhance the power of the Three Mountains Seal.

There were seven other real people fighting for their lives with him.

Even the Northern Liao spy, the Dragon Slayer Old Man, poured all his magical power into the Three Mountains Seal at this moment, not daring to hold back even a little.

With the efforts of everyone, the remaining two sacred mountains continued to rise higher, like two sharp thorns, pressing against the giant red-haired hand.

However, no blood appeared.

The moment it came into contact with the palm, terrifying cursed power spread, and red hair began to grow on the two shining sacred mountains and spread wildly.

In the blink of an eye, the sacred mountain began to decay, collapse, and turn into mud.

"what!!!"

The headmaster of Qingyang Palace suddenly let out a scream, and strange red hairs began to grow on his body under his tattered Taoist robe.

The red hair seemed to have life. It densely emerged from under his skin and sucked his flesh and blood and magic power like a parasite, and the color became even brighter.

The blood-like color was spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The holy infant in his body tried to suppress the curse power, but not long after, even the holy infant born from listening to Taoist scriptures began to grow red hair.

The Holy Child was shrinking little by little, like a baby that was about to be sucked dry.

Other real people tried to help him, using thunder magic, fire magic, various strange arts, and healing powers, but every time the red hair was eliminated, it would grow more wantonly.

It cannot be burned out and it will grow again if you cut it.

What's even more despairing is that the giant devil-like hand above their heads has already fallen, and is about to crush everyone into pieces. Even this world of eternal night may be smashed to pieces.

But at this moment, a clear and firm voice sounded.

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

With the sound of sword clanging, the dark world of Jiuzhou was completely lit up. The golden and dazzling pure Yang sword energy instantly illuminated every dark corner.

Qingzhou, Xuzhou, Yangzhou, Jizhou, Jingzhou, Shenzhou...

The land of Kyushu seemed to have become a scabbard, carrying a divine sword that was unprecedented in history and unparalleled in the world.

However, the power of the Jiuzhou earth veins and the ability to carry the world with virtue were actually shaken, as if they could not withstand the sword intent that was as powerful as Kunpeng.

Master Linghui, who was a sword practitioner, and the Grand Elder of Bashu Sword Pavilion, became stunned for a moment. Their eyes were dull and their bodies were shaking slightly, as if they had even forgotten about life and death.

At this moment, they saw the real sword immortal.

The ancestor of swordsmanship in the world is Chunyang Lu Dongbin.

Boom!

The terrifying giant hand that could overturn the sky with one palm fell down, smashing the earth into cracks. The ground shook, and the sea of ​​blood surged.

Because it was a severed hand, the cut was as smooth as a mirror and blood flowed freely, almost turning into a bloody river in a short period of time.

The red hair on the broken arm fluttered wildly, trying to stop the bleeding, however, under the remaining Pure Yang sword intent, the terrifying curse power seemed to encounter an iron wall, no matter how hard it impacted, the sword intent remained condensed and did not dissipate, like a raging fire.

Roar! !

A roar mixed with pain was heard, and then the monster's figure was finally completely exposed to everyone's eyes.

It was a giant covered with red hair, about ten thousand feet tall, vaguely in human shape, with thirteen huge iron chains tied to his body, and the other end of the iron chains seemed to extend into the void, disappearing without a trace.

His eyes were as red as the moon, and part of his right arm was cut off, but the wound had begun to heal and red hair had grown.

The monster let out a deafening roar, and the iron chains on its body made a crisp rattling sound. Runes engraved on them were as dense as the stars in the sky.

The monster tried to struggle out, but the runes kept lighting up, suppressing his demonic energy and power.

And standing in front of the monster at this moment was a figure as tiny as an ant.

He was dressed in a simple white robe, straw sandals, with long flowing hair, and carrying a Pure Yang sword on his back, with an empty scabbard.

That slender white hand was holding the hilt of a five-section linked sword.

The sword is about three feet three inches long, with seventy-seven forty-nine sections, and has runes, stars, sun and moon patterns hidden on it. It weighs eighty-one taels.

Every ray of pure yang sword energy seems to illuminate a world.

Return justice to the people and peace to the world.

"This is... Master Zhang?"

"No, it's definitely not Zhang Tianshi, but...Lü Zu."

Nun Linghui didn't know who it was at first, but as the words came to her lips, a name naturally emerged in her sword heart.

At this moment, it seems that everyone in the world who is sincere about swords will think of that name.

The Patriarch of Chunyang, the Emperor Fuyou, and the Sword Immortal Lu Dongbin!
This is a strange state of being enlightened by God, as if all the swords in the world have a common master, and all the swordsmen in the world have their own "God".

Lu Zu turned around, looking handsome and elegant, with an unfathomable smile in his lacquer-like eyes, and an unrestrained temperament, like a banished immortal.

But he is not the kind of immortal god who is high and mighty. Instead, he makes people feel friendly at first sight.

To be precise, those with bright minds feel friendly, while those with evil thoughts will feel like a thorn in the back or a sword at the throat.

Contradictory yet unified.

"Lü Zu, please——"

Before Master Linghui finished her words, Lu Dongbin smiled and reached out to take a carved jade hairpin from her hair.

"I will use your righteous energy to break the spell."

Linghui was stunned for a moment, and then she felt as if some power was drawn out of her body and entered the hairpin.

Lu Zu lightly tapped, and the jade hairpin flew out and pierced into the head of the Qingyang Palace's leader through the Baihui acupoint.

The next moment, everyone seemed to hear some shrill cry in their ears, and then the red hairs were sucked into the jade hairpin, dyeing the originally jade-like hairpin red.

Lu Zu raised his sword and the hairpin flew out, transforming into a gorgeous plum blossom that was pinned in Linghui's hair.

"Thank you."

Lu Zu smiled faintly at her, without saying anything else, he held the sword and faced the monster, with lotus flowers blooming under his steps, and flew away in the air.

Linghui stared at the figure infatuatedly, and her sword heart trembled inexplicably.

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(End of this chapter)