The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 696: I ask all the gods, who dares to come to this world?
"I?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the master of Taiping Temple with a strange look, as if to say, you are kidding.

Although he felt that he was somewhat clever, he did not think that he could compare with the wisdom of people like the Sage of Strategy and Zhuge Qixing.

The reason why we have been able to win victory after victory along the way is mainly because the Chinese gods are powerful enough.

He could still tell the difference.

"Master once said that his reincarnation would continue to play this game of chess, so I waited for Zhuge."

"Before Zhuge died, he said that someone would come to succeed him in the future, and that person would be the one who could truly win the whole game."

The head of Taiping Temple looked at him quietly and said, "I have been observing for a long time. Apart from you, there will be no other candidate."

The most important thing is that Zhang Jiuyang killed Guigu, who had become a puppet of the devil, and achieved something that even Zhuge Liang could not do.

So he believed that the new chess player was Zhang Jiuyang.

"Not interested in."

Zhang Jiuyang refused without a second thought and said, "I think you are much better at chess than me, so you should come."

The Taiping Temple Master smiled and said, "You keep saying you are not interested, but you have actually already started planning in your mind."

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyebrows slightly and remained silent.

At this time, Emperor Taizu, who had been watching from the sidelines, sighed and said, "When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact?"

"As time goes by, the seal of the Jedi Heavenly Passage will become weaker and weaker. Even without the four keys, perhaps in the near future, they will descend upon the human world."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled when he heard this.

He thought of the White Bone Bodhisattva, whose white flames burned all living beings into bones, and they all knelt down devoutly in front of it.

There is also the Buddha Mahakala, who quietly influenced the Two-Faced Buddha, causing him to sink and fall, and eventually become completely possessed by the devil, and his life was like a tragedy.

The influence of gods on the human world is indeed growing.

"What kind of disaster will the hungry gods bring to the world? It will surely be an unprecedented catastrophe. Everything you cherish will probably no longer exist."

Zhang Jiuyang looked solemn as he recalled what he had seen in the Book of Life and Death.

The lives of my own children were forever frozen at the age of nine.

Was it in that year that the gods descended to earth?

"These are not alarmist statements. If you don't believe me, you can hold this nine-section staff and feel it carefully."

The abbot of Taiping Temple took out an object. It was a emerald green bamboo stick with nine sections. Each section was carved with a pattern of a heavenly palace. The nine-section bamboo stick looked like a nine-story palace, leading directly to the immortal court.

In addition, there are many mysterious and ancient runes carved on it, which are completely incomprehensible and look like the words of gods.

The Holy Infant in Zhang Jiuyang's Purple Palace Lotus did not sense the danger, so he reached out and grasped the bamboo stick.

"According to Guigu before his death, this item is a magical weapon of an ancient and powerful god in the Immortal Court. Those who hold this staff can communicate with the heavens and talk with the gods through their spiritual thoughts."

Zhang Jiuyang's hand finally grasped the Nine-Section Tongtian Staff.

In an instant, he felt as if a majestic nine-story palace appeared before his eyes, thousands of feet high and reaching into the sky, as if it was connected to the unfathomable heaven.

And through this palace, he seemed to hear ancient and vicissitudes of life voices.

"Hungry……"

“Why doesn’t luck come…”

"We descended upon... the human world... and ate our fill..."

These voices revealed a hunger and brutality that penetrated deep into Zhang Jiuyang's bones, making him feel that he was not facing the gods in heaven, but a group of demons who had been imprisoned in hell for a long time.

After reaching the seventh realm, his primordial spirit power increased greatly, and he already had some immortal-like power, and he could sense both himself and the people with whom he had a deep connection.

Therefore, the moment he heard these voices, a series of images flashed through his mind. It was a heroic figure, holding the Overlord Spear and wearing Fire Scale Armor. Her heroic eyes looked back with a last lingering look, and then she stabbed the sky with the spear.

Right behind her, she could hear voices calling "Mother!" "Mother!" faintly.

In the end, only half of the gun was left, with a charred severed hand on the gun handle.

Yue Ling!

Zhang Jiuyang's heart was shaken so much that his hand holding the Nine-Section Tongtian Staff was trembling slightly.

However, the cruel scenes continued.

A fairy-like, pure and flawless figure came over. She swung her sword to cut through the void, and waved her sleeves to let Zhang Jiuyang's children escape, but she herself stared blankly at the broken gun.

Her beautiful eyes were instantly filled with murderous intent, and she revealed her true form, transforming into a thousand-foot-long white dragon. Her aura was no less than that of the old Dragon King.

However, in the end, the immortal sword was broken and dragon blood rained down.

A huge dragon head fell from the sky, and blood gushed out from its broken neck, dyeing the river red.

Not only Ao Li, but also many people Zhang Jiuyang is familiar with.

Finally, a small figure fell down, and its lotus root body with three heads and six arms was covered with cracks, like a piece of broken porcelain.

Before her death, she tightly grasped a porcelain doll, which was the Yin doll she had lived in in her early years and the starting point of her meeting with Zhang Jiuyang.

Ali, the little female ghost who had been with him the longest and never left him, eventually died at the hands of the gods.

Two delicate little children, a boy and a girl, knelt beside her. They looked very similar to Zhang Jiuyang and called her Aunt Xiaoli.

And a giant hand fell from the sky and covered the two innocent children.

……

Zhang Jiuyang slowly let go of the nine-section staff, his eyes slightly moist, and there seemed to be thousands of lightning flashes in his eyes, making the surrounding sky seem to darken.

"It seems that what you saw was very cruel."

The head of Taiping Temple sighed, "What I saw was the destruction of all living things, the blood flowing like a river, and nine out of ten houses in the world were empty. All of my disciples died tragically."

"So, Zhang Jiuyang..."

Emperor Taizu raised his head, stared at Zhang Jiuyang with burning eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "What are you going to do now? Fight, surrender, escape, or do what the sage did...Jiedi Tiantong?"

From ancient times to the present, there seem to be only these four roads.

Even the Sage of Strategy and Zhuge Liang could not escape from this cage.

Zhang Jiuyang was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes. In an instant, the chess pieces on the board began to vibrate and even the magic power of the Taiping Temple master could not calm them down.

His eyes were as sharp as lightning, his hair was flying, and he was filled with murderous aura, which made the peach blossoms around him fall.

"Choose neither."

He said word by word: "Since you want to come, let them come."

"The world will become their graveyard."

Escaping will not solve the problem. Even if you have all the power, there is no guarantee that the other party will not be able to find a solution and make a comeback.

So……

We had no choice but to kill them all.

Nine years. Judging from the picture just now, there should be another nine years of preparation time.

Zhang Jiuyang raised his eyes to the sky, his gaze seemed to be able to see through the nine-story palace, his cold eyes seemed to be looking at tombstones.

Nine years later, he wanted to see which god dared to come to the human world.
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(End of this chapter)