The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 680: Demonic Power Enters the Eight Realms

The deepest part of Qianling Mausoleum.

The emperor saw through the ancient Yin-Yang mirror that Lu Zu had completely killed the red-haired demon god, and the excitement in his eyes almost overflowed.

Every inch of fat on his body was trembling.

It's like a bunch of hungry mouths waiting for a sumptuous meal.

The emperor came to the calm ancient bronze coffin without any hesitation. At this moment, the iron chain on the coffin had broken and the strange red hair was gone.

It seemed like just an ordinary coffin.

But the emperor knew how amazingly valuable the person in the coffin was, and that this person was the foundation that supported him in realizing his ambitions.

Boom!

The emperor used brute force to push open the coffin lid, revealing the corpse inside.

The evil spirit dissipated, the red hair disappeared, revealing a face that had gone through thousands of years of baptism but was still lifelike.

He was an old Taoist with a white beard, a delicate skeleton, a magnificent appearance, and skin as rosy as a baby's. In one hand he held a nine-section staff, and in the other he held a white jade seal.

When seeing this old Taoist priest, the emperor could not help laughing, while the abbot of Taiping Temple had ripples in his eyes, as if he was a little dazed.

Wow! !

The fat on the emperor's body split open, and long snake-like sausages stretched out and pierced deeply into the old Taoist's body.

Then the sausage continued to wriggle, as if swallowing something.

In the blink of an eye, the emperor's body became bloated and expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. His aura continued to surge, as if his power increased greatly with every breath.

Yes, this is his ultimate goal. Relying on the Taotie magic skills taught by the monster, he will eventually devour everything from the opponent.

He wants immortality and power!
As early as decades ago on his sickbed, when the Qianling monster sent him a message to seduce him, he knew that the other party had bad intentions.

The other party taught him this magic skill just to distort his spirit and will, so that he would gradually sink and finally be released by his own hands.

Even after the monster escapes, it will immediately devour it and turn it into nutrients.

The emperor then took advantage of the situation and asked for the recipe of the immortal wine. He killed his wife and abandoned his children, took over the bodies of his own flesh and blood, indulged in debauchery, and even held unrestrained meetings and reveled every night.

But in fact, he always remembered one thing, which was to kill the monster and take away everything from Him!
But for so many years, he had always lacked an opportunity, and the appearance of Zhang Jiuyang gave him hope.

His magic skills were taught by monsters. If he wanted to devour the opponent, he had to kill the opponent first so that the corpse could no longer resist.

He had always been troubled by how to defeat the monsters, so he often attended the Luotian Grand Ceremony in person, hoping to recruit strong men and win by numbers.

But he soon found that it didn't work. Even a real person in the sixth realm was as small as an ant in front of that monster.

At the critical moment, he heard about the deeds of Wang Lingguan.

The Lingguan came to the world and caused great chaos in the underworld, and was even defeated by the land immortals who had reached the eighth level of the Yang God realm.

From then on, Zhang Jiuyang came into his sight. What surprised him even more was that Zhang Jiuyang was actually Yao Ji's child, the baby boy he abandoned that year.

Although he had the fate of three noble men, he had nothing else special, so he traded it to Blind Lin in exchange for the art of possessing another's body.

After investigation, he found that Zhang Jiuyang had more and more surprises.

He asked Zhong Kui to possess his body and kill Blind Lin, and he asked Wang Lingguan to possess his body and defeat the monks of the eighth realm. Behind all this, there seems to be some kind of pattern.

Zhang Jiuyang, the child who was once abandoned by him, actually had an opportunity that made him jealous.

Behind this boy, there seems to be a real immortal god hidden.

That's why he tried every possible means to get Zhang Jiuyang to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony, just to let him enter Qianling Mausoleum, and then borrow Lu Zu's sword to kill the monster that has been trying to control him.

The plan went very smoothly. Lu Zu was more powerful than he had expected. Such a powerful monster was crushed from beginning to end. Gulp! Gulp!
As he continued to devour, the Taoist's body in the coffin quickly became shriveled, and his skin became dull and lifeless, as if it would dissolve in the wind at any time.

The emperor became fatter and fatter, and after reaching a certain critical point, he began to lose weight again. His Taoism skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he made great progress in an instant!
The peak of the sixth realm, the seventh realm, the peak of the seventh realm, the eighth realm!
The yang spirit travels out, illuminating the ten directions, and then returns to the physical body, with wisps of immortal light flowing between the flesh.

What’s even more amazing is that the emperor’s body kept squirming and the appearance on his face was changing.

The originally cloudy eyes became bright and sharp, full of ambition, the round face became angular, the body became tall and strong, the hair became black and translucent, and the glittering light was crystal clear.

"The late... the late emperor!"

Fang Yuan exclaimed, recognizing the face.

He had also seen the late emperor with his own eyes back then. Wasn’t the middle-aged man in front of him, who exuded mature charm, the same heroic emperor back then?
And it is the prime of youth, the best time of life.

After the Yang Spirit emerges in the eighth realm, the soul and the flesh will be perfectly integrated. The physical body will become consistent with the appearance of the Yang Spirit and will never age, even at the moment before death.

"Hahaha, so this is the unparalleled power in the world!"

The emperor laughed out loud, feeling the incredible power in his body. He was extremely ambitious and only then did he know what cultivation really meant.

If one cannot attribute the world's great power to himself, even if he reaches the highest position and achieves supreme success, he will still be much inferior.

No wonder those real people disrespected the imperial power, and no wonder they were so awed by Zhang Jiuyang.

The master of Taiping Temple frowned slightly, and moved his fingers in his sleeves as if he was about to attack, but stopped immediately.

Because a figure appeared in front of the emperor.

The wild laughter stopped abruptly.

The sword shines like a rainbow.

The intestines that were being greedily devoured broke one after another, emitting shrill screams. The emperor quickly took them into his body and looked deeply at the Taoist, his eyes full of fear.

"I can use the power of the whole country to build a temple for you, so that wherever there is a well, there will be a temple for Lu Zu."

After a pause, he said firmly: "Compared to Zhang Jiuyang, I can do more for you!"

Lu Zu was slightly startled, then shook his head and laughed.

"What do I need so many temples for? Can I eat or drink?"

The emperor paused.

He didn't expect that the other party didn't even have the slightest bit of interest in him, which was beyond his expectations.

In previous investigations, he discovered that Zhang Jiuyang had been building temples for these immortals and gods, seemingly to spread his faith.

So he felt that he had greater value and more bargaining chips than Zhang Jiuyang.

Lu Zu, in white clothes, with a sword on his back and a wine pot in his hand, looked at the emperor with a smile and said, "My sword is not so easy to borrow, so..."

"What are you going to give me in return?"

The emperor's pupils suddenly condensed, and a strong sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart. The Yang God that had just transformed was trembling, as if he felt the sharpness of the sword energy.

He really couldn't understand why these gods favored a young boy?
He is the Son of Heaven, the supreme ruler, the master of the world!
"Kings, princes, generals, ministers, high officials, great wealth, and stunning beauties, I can give them all to you!"

Lu Zu just shook his head slightly, with pity in his eyes, and sighed: "Another person who has not yet woken up from his dream."

"Forget it, he is just a piece of dirt. He is stubborn and will not change his ways. It will be hard to ferry him across. I might as well just kill him."

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(End of this chapter)