The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 705 Mysterious Token, Surprising Discovery

In the dark underground palace, Zhang Jiuyang stared at the corpse of the old Sword God, and a ripple appeared in his calm eyes.

He seemed to see again the cheerful and heroic face of the old Sword God, who pulled him to grill fish, drink wine, and talk about swordsmanship.

He would even argue with him over a sword move until his face turned red.

"When you have fully comprehended Lü Zu's sword art, come and fight me again!"

The agreement made that year was still fresh in his ears, but Zhang Jiuyang knew that this was a competition that he was destined to fail to attend.

At the same time, he also noticed that the old Sword God never let go of the sword until his death, even though only a broken piece of the sword was left.

After a long time, he flicked his sleeves lightly, took away the swords nailed on his body, and let the old sword god's body slowly fall down.

Zhang Jiuyang walked forward, trying to calm those eyes that were still open.

However, the eyes just closed and then opened again, as if there was some obsession that was not resolved and it was difficult to close its eyes.

"I will help you get revenge."

After saying this, he tried to calm down, but the old sword god still kept his eyes open and refused to close them.

Zhang Jiuyang thought for a moment and then said, "Jian Pavilion will not perish. I said so."

He flicked his eyes again, and this time, the old sword god's eyes finally closed and never opened again.

This sword master, who was open-minded by nature but confined himself to a circle, died.

"Tianzun..."

Zhang Jiuyang recited the name softly, but his eyes were eerily calm. The Chunyang sword hairpin that bound his hair rang slightly, and wisps of sharp sword energy flowed out, blowing his black hair like a cold wind.

"This old sword god's sword energy remained condensed after his death. He should have broken through to the seventh level before his death, but..."

The Dragon Girl said in a serious tone, "From the situation of the fight, it seems that he... couldn't last more than three moves."

A powerful man in the seventh realm, who was also a sword cultivator who was most skilled in killing, could not even withstand three moves. It can be seen how terrifying the opponent's cultivation had reached.

"Moreover, the two of them were competing in the way of the sword."

Zhang Jiuyang stared at the holy marks on the old Sword God's body, and the scene of the two sides fighting seemed to appear before his eyes.

The sword energy was like the sky falling down, shattering the earth, water, wind and fire, and swallowing up the old sword god like a torrent.

The old sword god's Dantian magic sword, which had been refined for hundreds of years, also fell apart in this incredibly grand sword intent and turned into a broken sword.

There was surprise in his eyes.

This time, what Tianzun displayed was no longer the magical power of confusing cause and effect, but a sword intent as vast and lofty as the sky.

Tianzun, is he actually good at swordsmanship?

Not only was he proficient in the magical powers of Buddhism and Taoism, he also had such attainments in swordsmanship that he had cultivated to the ninth level in just over 600 years...

Who is this person?

Every time when Zhang Jiuyang felt that he was about to take off the mask of Tianzun, he would find that underneath the mask was a deeper layer of fog.

After burying the old Sword God, the two men traveled around the Fairy Palace, only to find that there were no longer any living evil gods here.

"Strange, there are still a few corpses of evil gods that I haven't seen."

The Dragon Girl asked in confusion, "Lord of Longevity, Golden Tuber Mother, Knocking Door Demon, and Burnt Pot Lady, these four are relatively powerful evil gods in the Immortal Palace, but I haven't seen their corpses."

She had lived here for a long time and had fought with most of the evil gods, with some wins and some losses, and had deep memories of some of the powerful ones.

"Maybe he was subdued by Tianzun."

Zhang Jiuyang sighed. It seemed that his plan to quickly push the visualization diagram would not work. Was he going to return empty-handed this time?
Tianzun was one step faster than him this time. Was it a coincidence or a good luck?

If it was the latter, then the depth of Tianzun's scheming would frighten Zhang Jiuyang.

"Don't worry, let's go see the place where I used to live. There is a spiritual pond in it. Maybe it will help you in your practice." Seeing that he was frowning, the Dragon Girl took the initiative to hold his hand and came to the palace where she used to live.

"Originally, there lived a powerful evil god in this spirit pond. His name was Poison Bone Lord. He was transformed from the skeleton of a poisonous dragon, and rusty rain-praying flags were inserted into each of his vertebrae..."

In order to help Zhang Jiuyang divert his attention, the usually taciturn Dragon Girl tried hard to tell about her experience of fighting with the evil god.

But despite her best efforts, her voice was still clear and cold, without much ups and downs. Even the most tense and exciting parts came out in a bland voice.

"Just like that, I killed it. Its bones are scattered all over the ground. It should be in the pool—"

She paused before she had finished her words.

Because the sacred pond in the palace no longer exists. The water that was once as pure as nectar has disappeared, revealing the dry bottom of the pond.

Pieces of bone fragments can be vaguely seen in the cracked mud.

Zhang Jiuyang stood by the pool, staring quietly below. After a long time, he seemed to be able to sense an astonishing demonic aura from the bone fragments.

It can be seen that the Poison Bone Lord is indeed extraordinary, which is why he can occupy this precious land in the fairy palace surrounded by evil gods.

He seemed to see the scenes of the Dragon Girl fighting bloody battles.

In an instant, he felt relieved.

Even his own woman knows that when facing a strong enemy, the brave one wins. He thinks too much here and loses his former sharpness.

Although Tianzun is powerful, he is not weak now.

Who will win? You won’t know until the fight.

"You seem...in a better mood."

A flawless smile appeared on the dragon girl's beautiful face, and in an instant, the whole palace seemed to be brighter.

"Thank you, I figured some things out."

Zhang Jiuyang held her jade hand and said with a smile: "If I get it, I'm lucky. If I lose it, I'm doomed. It seems that I really have no fate with this fairy palace."

"Let's go back."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled with relief, let go of the obsession in his heart, and prepared to leave.

But the moment he turned around, the dragon girl let out a light exclamation.

"Husband, there seems to be something there."

She waved her sleeves, and the mud rolled and cracked, revealing a square object that flew towards the two of them.

The clouds turned into water droplets, washing away the mud on top and revealing its true appearance.

It turned out to be a golden token, which had been eroded in the mud for who knows how long, but after wiping off the dirt on the outside, its color was still bright.

There is a dragon, a tiger and a crane painted on the back of the token. They are all lifelike and full of charm. You can tell at first glance that they were created by a master.

On the front of the token, there is a line of small words engraved.

"The three legs of the tripod are difficult to understand, but the heart lamp can illuminate the purple sky."

Looking at the words above, Zhang Jiuyang seemed to have thought of something, his pupils trembled suddenly, and he quickly took something out of the purple gold gourd.

That was the last letter left by Zhuge Qixing.

Spreading out the scroll, he began to compare the handwriting carefully. After a moment, he forced himself to suppress the turmoil in his heart and confirmed one thing.

The words engraved on this token are exactly the same as Zhuge Qixing's handwriting!
A surprising idea popped into his mind.

More than six hundred years ago, Zhuge Qixing... came here?
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(End of this chapter)