The God and Buddha are actually me

Hearing the Lord's words, Zhang Jiuyang's heart was moved and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

The true identity of the Lord of the Mansion is actually the traitor among the ten ghost kings in ancient times? But from what he said, it seems that there is another hidden story behind this matter.

"Zhang Jiuyang, your two children... are destined not to grow up safely. Their names have been written in the Book of Life and Death."

The Lord of the Mansion did not continue to talk about his own life experience, but changed the subject and talked about Zhang Jiuyang's two children.

He opened the jade book in his hand, which was covered with a hazy glow, flickering and changing from strength to weakness.

The divine eyes between Zhang Jiuyang's eyebrows moved, as if he saw the reincarnation of countless creatures in this book. The mechanism of life and death, the secret of yin and yang seemed to be contained in this book.

If an ordinary person, even a cultivator with magical powers, sees this book before entering the sixth realm, it will be like looking at a heavenly book, and he will not be able to see the words on it clearly.

"You are not an ordinary person, you should be able to see the words above."

The Lord showed one of the pages to Zhang Jiuyang.

"Zhang Shouren was born on September 14, the 13th year of Taiping, and died on April 12, the 7th year of Qianwu, at the age of nine."

"Zhang Shouyue was born on September 14, the 13th year of Taiping, and died on April 12, the 7th year of Qianwu, at the age of nine."

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the black words on the white paper of the book. The iron-hook and silver-stroked words were not written by humans, but were naturally generated by heaven and earth. They were secret texts of heaven born in the avenue of reincarnation.

"This is the Book of Life and Death, the most precious treasure of our underworld. It records the life and death of billions of lives in the world. It has never been wrong since ancient times."

"Unless you cultivate to the ninth level, you can achieve transcendence and your name will not appear in the book."

Zhang Jiuyang remained silent. He did not doubt the authenticity of the Book of Life and Death. After all, the Heaven's Eye would not be wrong. This book was indeed the treasure of the underworld, and the words recorded in it were all derived from the Way of Heaven.

What he cared about was why his children died young, and all on the same day.

His child, Zhang Jiuyang, also inherited the visualization diagrams of the two star gods, the Sun and the Moon, so his future achievements are limitless.

Nine years old, for a cultivator, he should still have a long life, so how could he suddenly die?

There is only one explanation, that is, on April 12, the seventh year of Qianwu, the two men encountered a strong enemy and eventually died in battle.

But this raises another question, where is Zhang Jiuyang?

Now he is qualified to compete for the position of the number one master in Taoism. In another nine years, he may have reached the ninth level of immortality.

Is there anyone who dares to attack his child?

The Lord of the Mansion looked at Zhang Jiuyang who was deep in thought, and said confidently: "If you want to change their fate, the best way is to send them to the underworld and turn them into Yin gods."

"So I am helping you, Zhang Jiuyang."

Zhang Jiuyang slowly raised his head and sneered, "Help me? You hurt my wife and led an army to snatch my child. You call this helping me?"

He stared at the Lord of the Mansion and said in a resolute voice: "This is my own child, I will protect it myself, there is no need for you to worry about it."

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Mansion revealed a meaningful smile, then flipped forward the jade book and showed one page to Zhang Jiuyang.

"Zhang Jiuyang was born on the ninth day of the ninth month in the twenty-first year of Zhaode and died on the seventeenth day of the ninth month in the thirteenth year of Taiping, at the age of twenty-two."

When he saw this line of text, he was stunned.

September 17th, today is September 16th, doesn’t this mean that tomorrow will be the day of his death?

"After tomorrow, you will no longer be able to protect them, so why not give them to me? Although they will still die, they can become Yin gods in the underworld after death, which is also a blessing. What do you think?"

"How dare you kill God——"

The sword slashed down without any hesitation. Under the bright sword light, the pair of black and white eyes looked particularly sharp.

Plop!

The Lord's head rolled down, and the jade scepter and jade book in his hands also fell. Zhang Jiuyang reached out to take them, but touched nothing, as if he was holding an illusion.

"Zhang Jiuyang, you can't kill me, and you can't take away the treasures from my underworld."

The Lord's head looked at him quietly. Even though his head was chopped off, his eyes were still calm.

"If I can't kill you, I can collect some interest first."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes fixed, and he stabbed a sword into the center of the head's eyebrows. Flames surged on the sword, continuously burning the Lord's soul.

Under the Samadhi True Fire, even the Lord of the Mansion showed a trace of pain.

"Remember this pain well. Sooner or later, I will come to the underworld, chop off your head, and then burn it to ashes!"

boom!!

The flames were like lotus, completely enveloping the Lord's soul. During this time, a few muffled groans could be heard faintly, mixed with pain that was difficult to conceal.

Even the Great Sage groaned in pain from the burning of the Samadhi True Fire, let alone a god from the underworld.

Soon this part of the Lord's soul vanished into thin air.

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The flaming lotus blossomed and turned into a boundless sea of ​​fire that spread in all directions, devouring all the remaining evil soldiers and generals.

Flames shot up into the sky and billowing heat waves surged in all directions, turning this originally gloomy Jedi into almost a furnace.

Screams rang out one after another. Ordinary Yin soldiers turned into ashes as soon as they touched the flames. The Yin generals in silver and gold armor could hold on for a moment, but the armor on their bodies melted like molten iron, and they fell down in a few breaths.

The flames completely engulfed the world. No one knew how long it lasted. When the flames dissipated, a golden Pure Yang sword was left sticking out of its place. Everything around it had turned to scorched earth, and even several small lakes in the distance had been boiled dry.

Zhang Jiuyang drew his sword and walked forward, his eyes burning with fire between his eyebrows. The ground beneath his feet seemed like magma that had just cooled down, warm with a hint of stickiness.

The anger in my heart was finally relieved a little.

However, he knew very well that the Lord's true body had not perished, but was hiding deep in the underworld.

If he were facing the real body of the Lord of the Mansion today, he really wouldn't be able to defeat him, unless he asked Lu Zu to possess him. This is an absolute gap in realm.

The Lord of the Underworld was the King of Ghosts in ancient times. He has lived for more than 6,000 years and is in charge of the underworld. His background is profound and his skills are unfathomable. He is unfathomable.

Six hundred years ago, Zhuge Qixing, with his cultivation at the peak of the seventh realm, caused havoc in the underworld, but the Lord of the Underworld remained safe and sound.

Zhang Jiuyang estimated that he had to wait until the eighth realm of Yang Shen appeared before he had enough confidence to fight his way into the depths of the underworld and kill the Lord of the Underworld.

Of course, he didn't intend to wait that long.

"September 17th..."

Zhang Jiuyang murmured softly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

If others knew that tomorrow would be the day of their death, even if they were determined, they would still feel a little uneasy.

But Zhang Jiuyang was not too panicked. It was because of the confidence given by the visualization diagram.

He didn't believe in the Book of Life and Death. If he asked Lu Zu to possess him, how could he not survive this disaster?

Looking inward at the Lu Zu visualization diagram in his sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly.

I remember Lu Zu once said that you should not wait too long when you invite the gods this time, otherwise the next god will have a bad temper and might be dissatisfied.

It seems that tomorrow we will know who the bad-tempered god is, who made Lu Zu give warnings in advance.

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