The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 687 New Visualization Diagram

The person who plotted against the Holy King of the Wheel of Time... turned out to be the Immortal Master Guiguzi?

At this moment, Zhang Jiuyang's heart was in turmoil. Thinking of Guigu's body that was suppressed in Qianling Mausoleum by the Dragon Locking Technique, he seemed to have a vague guess.

However, many important places are still shrouded in mystery. He remembered the file recording Zhuge's death, perhaps there might be answers in it.

"After I was assassinated, all the disciples were furious and wanted to kill me together on the mortal world. At that time, I was at the critical moment of merging my soul with the Tao, and I was unable to stop them."

"Fortunately, Dong Ming, the previous Lord of the Underworld, is always calm and considerate of the overall situation. He knows that the Underworld has been in chaos since my death. If the Ten Ghost Kings are killed in the human world again, the Underworld will never be able to recover."

"He couldn't persuade the other ghost kings, so he finally chose to stay."

Having said this, a hint of regret appeared in the eyes of the Holy King of the Wheel.

Among the ten disciples, Mianran had the highest aptitude and was also the most loved by Him, but unfortunately he died together with the reincarnation of the Ming King.

If Mianran could live to this day, he would probably have become the new Holy King.

At this point, Zhang Jiuyang finally figured out many truths about the underworld in ancient times, and understood why the Lord of the Underworld once said that it was not him who was a traitor, but the nine ghost kings who betrayed the underworld.

But all doubts remain.

For example, what is the strange red-haired curse on the ghost soldiers in the underworld?

And why they are looking for children who are suspected to be the reincarnations of gods, and even because of this, a special group of people called ghost walkers were born.

It has never been interrupted since the ancient times thousands of years ago.

Zhang Jiuyang wanted to ask, but Lu Zu told him that the summoning of gods was about to end.

And if he loses the deterrence of Lu Zu, the King of the Wheel of Time will certainly not say anything, and even his own safety will be difficult to guarantee.

Even though Zhang Jiuyang is now capable of fighting against the seventh realm and is a great cultivator who roams the world, he is still not enough in front of an ancient being like the Holy King of the Wheel.

At this moment, he was full of fighting spirit.

You must improve your cultivation as soon as possible!
Every time he prayed to the gods, he would feel the incredible power when the gods possessed him, and a desire for power would arise in his heart.

The more glorious it is when you invite the gods, the more empty you will feel after the invitation is over.

"In the past, Wang Lingguan left behind a volcano, so I will also leave behind a mountain today."

At the end of summoning the gods, Lu Zu pointed his sword and boundless sword energy condensed, transforming into a steep mountain, shaped like Mount Hua and as straight as a sword.

The golden waterfall falls from the top of the mountain, majestic and magnificent.

That was not water, but pure yang sword energy.

The sword energy was like the Milky Way falling from the sky, over and over again, endlessly, forming a rare spectacle.

His sword intent was hidden in the mountain, so the mountain became the scabbard and the water became the sword energy.

The sword spirit nourishes the mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers in turn nourish the sword spirit, achieving a wonderful balance.

If one day, the underworld betrays its promise and harms Yousheng or Zhang Jiuyang, then this sword intent will naturally be unsheathed from the mountain.

Lu Zu has been honing his sword power for thousands of years. Even if he cannot kill the Holy King of the Wheel, it can still cause huge damage to the entire underworld.

I have a sword that can suppress the Qingming!

He laughed loudly, raised the wine gourd as if to invite the moon, took a sip, then went back laughing, his figure turning into a sword light and disappearing.

His last poem still echoes in the sky above the underworld.

"Qing Feng drank up the blue dragon's blood, slashed through the dark and shook the emperor's palace."

"I return home in the purple smoke and crane cloak, still throwing away my broken sword to fish for the cold moon."

On September 17th of the 13th year of Taiping, the sword immortal Lu Dongbin caused a great disturbance in the underworld, beheaded the Lord of the Underworld, split the Book of Life and Death, and established the Chunyang Sword Mountain.

After achieving success, he retired in white.

……

The sword flashed, splitting the void.

Zhang Jiuyang appeared in an unfamiliar place, or even a strange place, because he was standing on a cloud. A vast purple thundercloud.

The summoning of the gods has ended. The tremendous magical power from Lu Zu receded like the tide, and the white robe turned into a purple robe again.

Zhang Jiuyang could feel that in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, the visualization picture of Lu Zu was gradually dimming.

Noticing that Lu Zu's consciousness was gradually fading, he was moved and couldn't help shouting, "Lu Zu, can we meet again?"

This time when summoning the gods, Lu Zu swept his sword in all directions, invincible, showing his dominance as the number one swordsman in the Three Realms, which made him admire him very much.

Moreover, Lu Zu was a very down-to-earth god who liked to joke with him and was extremely caring towards him.

This made Zhang Jiuyang not only admire him, but also regard him as a friend.

As we part at this moment, it is inevitable that we will feel reluctant to leave.

The will that was about to dissipate paused slightly, and then a clear voice sounded in his heart.

"Next time we meet, I will treat you to a drink. Really good wine."

Zhang Jiuyang immediately smiled and said, "Okay, it's a deal then!"

Although he didn't know why Lu Zu was so nice to him, he could feel the other person's kindness.

After a pause, Lu Zu seemed to have thought of something and smiled teasingly.

"Xiaojiu, the next one is not easy to serve. If you can't hold on any longer, shout it out."

Can't hold on?

shout out?
Zhang Jiuyang remembered that Lü Zu had said that the next deity in the visualization picture seemed to have a bad temper...

He was about to ask, but Lu Zu's visualization diagram had completely dimmed.

A new visualization picture emerged.

Boom! ! !

A deafening thunder sounded in Zhang Jiuyang's ears, and he seemed to see a brilliant lightning flash that created the world before his eyes.

The thunder shattered the chaos, evolving into earth, water, wind and fire, forming a unique world.

In the azure sky and Buddhist aura, there is a Thunder City that is 2,300 miles long and 81 feet high. On the left is the Jade Pivot Five Thunder Envoy Courtyard, and on the right is the Jade Palace Five Thunder Envoy Courtyard.

In front of each of the thirty-six thunder drums stands a divine general, all of whom are gods of thunder, majestic, solemn, and righteous.

And at the highest point of Leicheng, a figure stood majestically, emitting infinite brilliance.

He rides on a Qilin, his three eyes are slightly open, he has a drooping beard, his hair is tied up, he wears a purple gold Taoist crown on his head, a yellow brocade robe inside, and a red brocade robe outside.

The right hand holds a whip to beat gods and exorcise demons, and the left hand holds the Nine Qis. Five thunders are in the air, ten thunders are surrounding, and thirty-six thunders condense into a magic form to subdue demons. Seventy-two lightning necklaces protect the body, and three calamity magic tools, thunder drum, electric halberd, and shock flag, are hung on the back.

The Dharma has three changes: the angry form of in charge of heavenly punishment, the compassionate form of sympathy for all living beings, and the nirvana form of annihilation of the universe.

Eighty-four thousand generals of the Thunder Department serve under him, and even a tyrannical general like Wang Lingguan has to obey his orders.

A name emerged in Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

The nine heavens respond to the sound of thunder and transform the Heavenly Lord!

He was extremely excited. The new visualization image turned out to be this legendary god?
Among all the immortals in heaven, after the Three Pure Ones and the Four Imperial Gods, this one should be the most important, right?
This is a true Heavenly Lord!

He was excited and was about to try to communicate with this big guy, but suddenly terrible electric flashes appeared between his muscles.

There were crackling sounds above the clouds.

The endless electric light almost tore his body apart, transforming it while bringing him a pain that was almost like being tortured to death!

Even with his willpower, he actually began to feel a little bit unable to bear it. Veins popped out on his face and the sweat that didn't fall was evaporated by the thunder.

Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why Lu Zu said that if he couldn't hold on any longer, he could shout out.

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(End of this chapter)