The God and Buddha are actually me

The reason why Zhang Jiuyang dared to come to the capital was because of this immortal golden body that he had cultivated to perfection.

Although this magical power is not one of the 72 unique skills of Baiyun Temple, if we really talk about the power, among the 72 unique skills, I am afraid that only the cause and effect and the Mingwang method can be compared with it.

The immortal golden body is the culmination of the life-long efforts of the Prajna monk, and it almost encompasses most of the horizontal training techniques in the world. The first level of Iron Arhat is comparable to the third realm, the second level of Silver Arhat is comparable to the fifth realm, and the third level of Immortal Golden Body is comparable to the seventh realm!

The sixth realm is called a real person, the seventh realm is called a great power, and the eighth realm is a land immortal!

The higher the practice, the greater the gap between each realm. There is an indescribable gap between the sixth realm and the seventh realm, but the Prajna monk can rely on his peerless talent and indestructible body to forcibly break this natural chasm.

Zhang Jiuyang had only touched the threshold of the third level before, but there was always something between him and the third level. It was not until he obtained the divine power of Erlang Zhenjun's physical body to become holy that he completely stimulated the potential of his physical body and smashed the shackles in one fell swoop.

If it weren't for the help of Erlang Zhenjun, he might not be able to cultivate the real immortal golden body in another ten years.

Feeling the incredibly strong power in his physical body, it seemed that he could break the sky with one punch, and Zhang Jiuyang felt a little excited.

Back then, he relied on a trace of true spiritual power left by Prajna Monk to perform the immortal golden body once, facing the sixth-level painted skin master and the sixth-level demon dragon in Dongyang Lake at the same time.

In the case of one against two, he easily injured the demon dragon and almost smashed the painted skin master to death with his fist.

At that time, he felt that the immortal golden body was too powerful, but when he really cultivated the immortal golden body, he found that he had never exerted the true power of the golden body.

The remaining mana of the Prajna Monk was too little. If he had the power of the golden body at that time, the demon dragon would not have been able to escape, and the Painted Skin Master would not have had a chance to live to the beginning of the Yellow Spring Feast.

So he was facing the Eight Formations of the Nation that shocked the world at this moment, but he was able to confront it alone without losing the upper hand.

After an unknown period of time, those mysterious and complicated formations began to slowly dissipate, and the terrifying aura melted like ice and snow.

The capital city fell into peace again.

Between heaven and earth, there was only that dazzling golden figure, eternal and shining, making the bright moon in the night sky pale in comparison.

The National Protection Formation was withdrawn on its own initiative.

In this battle, both Zhang Jiuyang and the National Protection Formation were intentionally restrained and did not affect the civilians, but the turbulent mana fluctuations were like torches in the dark night, attracting the attention of many monks.

Many people recognized Zhang Jiuyang and Yue Ling.

At first, they thought that Zhang Jiuyang was too high-profile after entering Beijing, and the violent fluctuation of mana would cause the formation to automatically operate to meet the enemy.

Even Zhang Jiuyang would probably suffer a setback.

Many young people who have just entered Beijing act recklessly with some mana, and only know how powerful the formation is after being taught a lesson.

But who would have thought that Zhang Jiuyang actually smashed the Golden Hound Formation with one punch, and then faced the Eight Formations for Protecting the Nation, and finally won?

After all, the National Protection Formation automatically dissipated, which means that even the Eight Formations that have been awe-inspiring for six hundred years are not sure to suppress Zhang Jiuyang.

"Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jiuyang, is so powerful?"

"Quick, inform the sect quickly, no one should provoke the disciples of Longhu Mountain!"

"Longhu Mountain officially opened a sect some time ago, and we didn't send a congratulatory gift. I don't know if it's too late to make up for it now?"

Secret letters flew to all parts of Jiuzhou, quickly spreading what happened tonight.

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Zhang Jiuyang's golden eyes glanced around, and those who were secretly watching were frightened and quickly put away their magical eyes, not daring to look at him again.

He then put away his immortal golden body, and the dazzling golden light dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if the golden body had turned into a clay sculpture.

He was arrogant just now, but now he was restrained, his sword was sheathed, his white clothes were simple and elegant, and he was handsome and harmless.

"You are not worried now, are you?"

Zhang Jiuyang walked over, gently took her hand, and looked at each other with tenderness in his eyes.

Counting the time, they haven't seen each other for two months. When they meet again, they naturally can't see enough.

"You are also the head of a sect, why are you still so unruly?"

Her face was a little flushed, but she didn't resist. Instead, she put away the Overlord Spear and let Zhang Jiuyang hold her hand and play with it carefully.

They were newlyweds, but they parted in a hurry, especially now that she was pregnant. If she said she didn't miss her husband, it would be a lie.

No matter how strong a person is, he will have an irresistible longing when he dreams at midnight.

"Don't worry, Shao Yun is not an outsider. He is my new disciple."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled slightly. He came from Earth, but he didn't care about these things. He held his wife's hand and didn't want to let go.

"Disciple Shao Yun, meet the master's wife!"

Hearing the master mention him, Shao Yun hurriedly bowed and saluted, with an extremely respectful attitude, especially the big word, which was very emotional.

Yue Ling couldn't help but smile.

"Your master often mentioned you in the letter. You are really a good-looking person, not bad."

Shao Yun laughed happily.

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"Sister-in-law Ming Wang, are you pregnant?"

Ah Li jumped out of Zhang Jiuyang's shadow, hugged Yue Ling's thigh, climbed up like a koala, and listened to her belly with her ears tilted.

Zhang Jiuyang also gently pressed his hand on her belly.

In an instant, he felt a wonderful feeling of blood connection, as if he could feel the heartbeat and joy of that little life.

Until this moment, he was still a little dazed.

He, Zhang Jiuyang, is going to have his own child?

"Three months, counting the time, it seems that you got pregnant in Baiyun Temple..."

Zhang Jiuyang smiled and joked: "I didn't expect the temple there to be quite spiritual."

Yue Ling rolled her eyes at him and said: "Don't blaspheme the Buddha, isn't it because you... liked to make trouble at that time?"

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and then saw her gently touching her abdomen, and there was a rare tenderness in her sharp and handsome eyebrows, as if there was a kind of maternal holiness.

His heart also softened.

"It's just that this child is a bit like you, likes to be naughty, and I always have fetal movements, which affects my handling of the case..."

Speaking of this, Yue Ling couldn't help but pinch Zhang Jiuyang to vent her anger.

She has been either mentally or physically tired recently, and sometimes has unbearable abdominal pain, and always makes mistakes frequently.

"You are already pregnant, why are you still working so hard? How can a three-month-old mother fight with others? You are stupid!"

"It's just a deputy supervisor, I don't want to do it anymore!"

Zhang Jiuyang became more and more angry.

Yue Ling just smiled and looked at him, and said nothing.

"What's wrong, is there something wrong with my face? Yue Longhu, you should be more serious!"

"Zhang Jiuyang, you really seem to be a father."

Zhang Jiuyang was slightly happy when he heard this, and just when he was about to be humble, he heard her voice again.

"You are so long-winded..."