The God and Buddha are actually me

"Tell me, how do you solve the soul-dispelling talisman?"

Zhang Jiuyang had an expressionless face and ignored him. He just stabbed his elbow with his sword and continued to turn the hilt, letting the blood flow out.

He had never hated someone so much.

The tragedy of Yun Niang, the tragedy of Xiao Doufu, the tragedy of Chenjiacun, and the pair of boys and girls hidden in the locust tree...

It’s all because of the person in front of me!

You really deserve to die!

Blind Lin kept screaming, but his voice became weaker and weaker. In the end, perhaps because he was numbed by the pain, he actually laughed like a maniac.

"Xiaojiu, I really saw you right. You are actually the same person as me!"

"One day, you will become more cruel, more terrifying and more evil than me!"

"I can't wait to see that scene now!"

After saying that, a black light suddenly jumped out from his Niwan Palace and flew towards Zhang Jiuyang.

Clang!

Zhang Jiuyang reacted very quickly and slashed at the black light with his ghost-slaying sword. He thought it was Blind Lin's soul, but he didn't expect that the black light actually passed through the magic sword and penetrated into his mind like an invisible object.

My head felt slightly cold, but there was nothing strange about it, and I didn't sense any danger.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the black light tried to drill into the center, but it stopped for an instant near the visualization map, as if it had been frightened in some way, and stayed outside.

Don't dare to make any more mistakes.

Seeing that the visualization picture did not drive it away, Zhang Jiuyang was slightly relieved, indicating that the black light was not harmful to him.

Blind Lin was now as angry as a thread, like a candle in the wind.

"How to solve the soul-dispersing talisman, if you don't tell me..."

Zhang Jiuyang knelt down, leaned close to his ear, and said in a deep voice: "I will chop up your father's soul and make firewood."

Hearing this, Blind Lin trembled slightly and couldn't help but sigh: "Xiaojiu, you are indeed... born to be a villain..."

He shook his head and said with difficulty: "The soul-dispelling talisman...wasn't it unlocked by the person you summoned..."

Zhang Jiuyang was startled, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder Master Zhong Kui tapped Ah Li with his blessing fan. It turned out to be to help her dissolve the soul-dispersing talisman in her soul.

Seeing that Blind Lin was about to die, Yue Ling still couldn't hold it back and stepped forward and asked: "Where is Huangquan and who is Tianzun?"

Hearing this, Blind Lin squeezed out his last strength and laughed.

"I can only say...among the underworld, I am the weakest...the kindest one..."

"As for more content..."

He looked at Zhang Jiuyang and showed a meaningful smile.

"You can ask..."

The voice became weaker and weaker, and he was speechless. The feeling of death gradually enveloped him. The only remaining aura allowed him to see the most memorable scene in the past six hundred years.

It was a handsome and elegant figure with a feather fan and silk scarf, the national master of Daqian, Zhuge Qixing.

In fact, he had never met Zhuge Qixing face to face. The other party was thousands of miles away, so he crushed all his pride to pieces. Later, he barely survived, and his expression changed even more when he heard about Zhuge Qixing. Whenever Zhuge Qixing went, he would avoid it for thousands of miles. .

Just hearing that name made him so scared that he couldn't sleep.

The first time he met Zhuge Qixing was at his funeral, separated by a coffin.

He didn't believe that the terrible man was really dead and wanted to test it, but finally gave up because he didn't dare.

He was afraid that Zhuge Qixing had some tricks left.

The image of being as wise as a demon and unpredictable has been deeply imprinted in the depths of his soul.

When Zhuge Qixing was alive, he couldn't win, and after he died, he still couldn't win.

In the past six hundred years, he has been surviving just because of an obsession in his heart.

He wants to win against Zhuge Qixing!

If he could raise a heavenly ghost and destroy Da Gan, whom Zhuge Qixing had spent his whole life supporting, it would be his second fight with the opponent after six hundred years.

Unfortunately, he lost again.

Thinking of this, he didn't know where the strength came from, and he seemed to be flashing back to the light. He shouted loudly and his white hair fluttered.

"Zhuge Pifu!!!"

Clang!

Zhang Jiuyang chopped off his head with a sword, looked at the head that rolled to his feet, kicked it with his foot, and said lightly: "Does it hurt?"

The corpse naturally couldn't speak, and Blind Lin had completely closed his eyes.

The ghost Taoist who taught Yinshan for more than six hundred years finally came to the end of his life.

"Ali, prepare firewood!"

To eliminate evil, we need to do our best, and to cut the weeds, we need to root out the roots.

Zhang Jiuyang prepared a fire to burn him to ashes, lest the old man leave any tricks behind and cause endless troubles.

"No need to bother."

Yue Ling took a step forward and made a seal with his hand. Flames shot up from Blind Lin's body and quickly engulfed him.

This flame was hotter than ordinary fire. In just a moment, Blind Lin was burned to ashes.

Zhang Jiuyang turned around and looked at Yue Ling. His mouth opened slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

There were some things that he was destined to be unable to explain.

The two fell into silence.

After a long time, Zhang Jiuyang took the lead and asked: "You just...have nothing to ask me?"

Yue Ling's voice was calm and she said, "If I ask you, will you tell me?"

Zhang Jiuyang: "..."

She tied her loose black hair with a hair rope, her voice was quiet but very firm.

"I only know that you narrowly escaped death in Xiaoyun River, killed Yun Niang, and protected the people there. I only know that you could stand up and draw a sword with the fox demon for the sake of an innocent girl imprisoned in the Hualiu Room. ”

"I only know that in Chenjia Village, you turned the tide of the war and you were my comrade who fought side by side."

She looked directly at Zhang Jiuyang with her bright star-like eyes, frank, upright and generous, her eyes were as clear as water, and she was sincere.

“It doesn’t matter who you are, it’s what you do.”

Zhang Jiuyang looked at her, looking at the heroic and determined woman under the moonlight, feeling inexplicably moved in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood why people like Luo Ping and Lao Gao admired her so much.

Yue Ling does have a personality charm that is incomparable to others.

"Thanks."

For a long while, he could only hold back two words.

…

On the old site of Chenjiacun, a new tomb was raised, with a line of words engraved on the tombstone.

The tomb of Si Chen, the imperial eunuch, and his comrade Luo Ping.

"Why not take him back and bury him?"

Zhang Jiuyang suddenly asked.

Yue Ling said solemnly: "Because this is Luo Ping's last wish."

After saying that, she took out a letter and handed it to Zhang Jiuyang, saying: "Before handling the case, the Qintian Supervisor must prepare a coffin and write a suicide note. Usually, it is given to relatives, but Luo Ping is different. He has no relatives."

"His parents, brothers, and sisters all died at the hands of evil spirits. He was the only survivor of that case."

Zhang Jiuyang saw it in his heart, and he suddenly understood why such a young boy could fight to death from exhaustion in the fire, and refused to fall even if his body was burned.

He looked down and saw that there were only two sentences written on the letter. The handwriting was not pretty, but it was very correct.

"If I die, please bury me where I last fought."

"Let my grave continue to guide my colleagues."

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