The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 715: Three Heads and Eight Arms, the Final Battle is Coming

I lie drunkenly on the cloud couch in the vast boat, with the sun and the moon on my pillow and flowing under my robe.

The Buddhist bells shake down the three thousand worlds, and the mirage vapor rises from the twelve floors.

In the secret room, the Buddha's light and Zen spirit flowing around Zhang Jiuyang gradually dissipated, and his body floating in the void fell like a leaf.

The snoring sound that was like thunder stopped abruptly.

He slowly opened his eyes, revealing a trace of vicissitudes of life. Looking at the stone walls around him, he felt as if he was in another world.

Because his soul had become even more powerful, this time, he slept for ten full days.

Ten years passed in a day. In his dream, he had already spent a hundred years.

The magic power in his body rolled like raging waves in the river, surging endlessly, and his dantian was like the 8,000-mile Yunmeng Lake, with clouds and mist, vast and majestic.

This time he was lucky and came to a world of cultivating immortals.

He caused a great sensation as soon as he was born. There were visions of Lei Ze descending to the world, Buddha light from the golden top, and ten thousand swords in the sky.

Buddhist monks, Taoist immortals, and the Lei Ze Demon King all came to compete for him.

In the end, none of the three parties could do anything to the other, so they decided to teach this natural genius together.

He practiced Taoism, accumulated Buddha's power, and tempered thunder. At the age of twenty, he showed his brilliance and became a peerless genius.

Unfortunately, although one can cultivate immortality in that world, the road ahead is incomplete. The highest realm is called land immortal, but in fact it is only equivalent to the seventh realm in the Daqian world, not even the eighth realm of Yang God.

After sixty years, Zhang Jiuyang had reached the pinnacle, became a land immortal, and was invincible in the world.

For the next forty years, he had been trying to cultivate to the eighth level and form the Yang God, but in that world, he also felt the limitations of the power of heaven and earth. The Holy Infant seemed to be carrying the entire world on its back and was unable to jump out of the Heavenly Gate.

A hundred years later, he woke up from his dream, sighed deeply, crossed the sea and left an invincible legend to that world.

……

“Although I still haven’t broken through to the eighth realm, my magic power has improved a lot after a hundred years of accumulation.”

Feeling the magic power in his body surge by several times, Zhang Jiuyang nodded, thinking that the trip was worthwhile.

Compared with the previous martial arts world, the harvest this time is already very considerable.

Maybe it was good luck, but just when he thought he could not go any further, a picture suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Samadhi burns away the old skin, and Taiyi Qinglian casts cool bones.

The boy's bones were burning with the rebellious bones that were removed when he was seven years old. Three thousand six hundred golden lotus nails riveted his soul to the immortal body reshaped by the Taiyi Qinglian.

His hair is like a prairie fire, and his eyes are like purple lightning.

It has three heads and eight arms, each holding a magical weapon, and its bare feet are stepping on a pair of whistling, rotating flaming wheels.

The divine power is awe-inspiring and the fighting spirit soars to the sky.

The great god of the Santan Haihui, Nezha!
In an instant, Zhang Jiuyang knew that the seven-colored lotus in the Tianhu Lake of Longhu Mountain had bloomed, and Ali successfully realized Nezha's three-headed and eight-armed lotus body.

Boom!

The Samadhi True Fire in Zhang Jiuyang's body was burning fiercely, causing his originally jet-black long hair to be dyed red gold and fluttering like a raging fire.

A piercing and itchy feeling came from deep within the flesh, as if something was about to break out of its cocoon.

With a crackling sound, six arms surrounded by flames suddenly appeared behind Zhang Jiuyang, with three heads on their necks.

Adding his original two arms, he looked like a man with three heads and eight arms.

An extremely powerful force surged through his body, especially the arm that grew out of his back, which seemed to be able to tear apart the stars and had an extremely terrifying power.

With a strong squeeze, even the void began to ripple, with a faint sense of distortion.

Sanctification of the body!

There was a hint of excitement in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes. If Ah Li wasn't around, he would have kissed that rosy cheek hard.

The little guy has done a great job!
The physical magical power of Nezha the Third Prince is extraordinary. It is a rare fighting method in the world, even not inferior to Yang Jian's Fa Tian Xiang Di.

This increased his chances of winning in the upcoming decisive battle.

After a moment, Zhang Jiuyang put away his three-headed, eight-armed form, and nearly 10% of his mana had been consumed.

He walked out of the secret room where he was in seclusion and saw the familiar figure again.

It’s not Yue Ling, but Dragon Girl.

She stood quietly under the moon, her black hair untied, her white clothes whiter than snow, her hands folded three inches in front of her lower abdomen, her knuckles clearly visible as if carved from cold jade. Zhang Jiuyang was shocked and his eyes fell on her lower abdomen.

The originally flat belly was slightly raised, as if hiding a clam pearl, which gave the cloud gauze skirt a soft curve, but was perfectly restrained by the ice silk ribbon hanging from the waist.

Her angelic face seemed to have a kind of maternal holiness.

dong dong!

Zhang Jiuyang's heartbeat inexplicably accelerated, and a feeling of blood connection lingered in his heart. The purple lightning pattern between his eyebrows opened up, and he saw the little life in the dragon girl's belly.

"Zhang Jiuyang, I'm pregnant."

The dragon girl gently raised her snow-white chin, and there seemed to be some joy in her voice.

He said nothing, walked forward and gently stroked the dragon girl's belly, sniffing the faint fragrance like orchid and musk, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

"You're not happy."

The dragon girl seemed to sense something and asked in confusion: "Don't you like her?"

The girl in her belly was half human, half dragon, with extremely strong energy and blood. She was born with magical powers and was extremely magical.

"of course not."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the little life that was growing and sleeping, with a hint of tenderness and doting in his eyes.

"From now on, call her Little Dragon Girl."

"only……"

He sighed and said, "The war is coming, I'm afraid I can't protect you and your daughter."

Zhang Jiuyang felt very guilty for letting his pregnant wife go to the battlefield with him to fight an extremely dangerous decisive battle.

The dragon girl smiled and took his hand, her voice as clear as jade beads falling on a plate.

"I like it when I can help you."

"Actually, I didn't want you to know, but the violent girl insisted that I come to see you once. Don't blame her, she is doing this for my own good."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were complicated and his heart was moved.

It is most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman.

With the war imminent and the situation in crisis at hand, his two wives remained loyal to him. He was deeply moved by their deep love and friendship.

At the same time, it also made him feel heroic.

"Okay, we are a couple and we are united. We can definitely win this time!"

Zhang Jiuyang laughed loudly, sweeping away his previous gloom, and became confident and free and easy again.

At this moment, his desire to win was extremely strong.

Even if it is for the unborn Little Dragon Girl, he must win.

Seeing that he looked bright and clear, the Dragon Girl also smiled.

In an instant, the night seemed to become brighter.

Zhang Jiuyang was just about to hug his wife tenderly for a moment, but the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

The same is true for the Dragon Girl.

The Yellow Spring Order in their minds simultaneously emitted a dazzling light, and the ghost gate pattern on it seemed to come alive. Evil spirit rolled, and a low and terrifying beast roar could be heard faintly.

The new Huangquan Banquet is about to begin.

The decisive battle is about to begin.

When the time came, Zhang Jiuyang became unusually calm. His eyes were like lightning and his gaze was cold as he looked into the distance at the capital city in the night.

From starting to practice cultivation to becoming the current Imperial Master of Daqian.

He finally got to this point.

Tonight, I will raise my butcher knife and draw my sharp sword towards the Heavenly Lord sitting on the Jia throne.

One battle will determine the outcome!

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(End of this chapter)