Coming out of Conference Hall No. 2, the captains of the Superpower Association left Baoze under the leadership of Baker Richardson and were silent all the way.
Arriving outside the door of Baoze Building, Baker Richardson waved his hand: "No need to send him off, we will go back to the hotel ourselves."
King Thunder and Lightning nodded knowingly and made a congratulatory gesture.
After walking for a while, the white man with a beard covering half of his face spoke and frowned: "President, we can definitely ask for more compensation, why do you give up so easily?"
"Is it possible that Baoze dares to refuse? With an unparalleled fighting spirit and the master of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace, he is obviously no match for the ancient demon master."
Several captains nodded slightly, this is the reason.
After knowing how powerful and terrifying the Ancient Demon Lord was, the addition of the Superpower Association, especially the appearance of President Baker, was undoubtedly a ray of light in despair for Bao Ze.
They have too few Ji Dao masters. Even if the blood descendants are stronger than the ancient demon master, they can't win the battle at the top, so everything is empty talk.
In the opinion of several captains, as long as President Baker is tougher, Baoze will immediately relent and agree.
The ancient demon's slough is a good thing. Although I was shocked by Qin Ze's words just now, nothing is absolute.
They thought of Li Xianyu, and from Li Xianyu they thought of the demon Wangchen. It wasn't just because they obtained the ancient demon's slough that the two of them rose to prominence. One became the pinnacle of Ji Dao, and the other became a practitioner in today's blood descendant world. Level myth.
With their examples, it shows that the ancient demon relics are not uncontrollable. As long as certain conditions are met, they can be used for one's own purposes.
Baker Richardson was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Two things. One, the Buddha's head came down the mountain, and just this morning, a super-first-class force was destroyed. His position has been clearly seen."
He did not explain his source of information. As the president of the Superpower Association, he held a huge intelligence network in his hands.
Is the Buddha head out of the mountain
The captains were stunned and their eyes widened.
This is good news, but not good news. It means that the number of Ji Dao people on Baoze's side has increased, and the chance of winning will naturally increase. But at the same time, the importance of the Superpower Association will also weaken.
The mature and attractive female captain Solia frowned and said: "I remember that this Yakuza is the same as the chief. He is the type who stays in one place and never comes out."
Victoria corrected: "This is called escaping practice. Yes, Buddha Head has not left Lianghua Temple for twenty years. Unexpectedly, he even left the mountain."
Oak, whose beard covered half of his face, snorted: "So what? I remember that he was once beaten by the president until he was unable to fight back. What does it mean to be a Yakuza who only gets beaten?"
Victoria raised her eyebrows: "Oke, you are too arrogant."
"I'm just telling the truth."
"You and I have sparred many times, and there has never been a time when I beat you to the point where you knelt down and begged for mercy." Victoria, who is also very good at being beaten and has the power of steel, laughed.
"Hmph, I won't argue with you." The bearded Oak was speechless.
"The second thing," Baker Richardson said, and fell into silence for more than ten seconds, "Huh..." He exhaled a heavy breath to calm down: "Qin Ze is already the ultimate .”
In an instant, the surroundings fell into an eerie silence.
Stiff expressions froze on the captains, and the word "jidao" rumbled in their minds and hearts.
After Baker Richardson, there is finally another Yakuza in the vampire world, a new Yakuza.
If the news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar among blood descendants all over the world and become the focus of the topic.
How rare is the ultimate? From ancient times to the present, the total number of Yakuza in the world has not exceeded five fingers.
The Yakuza is considered the limit of human evolution.
"A country with bipolarity, this, this... the largest blood descendant in the world is no longer us." A lean middle-aged man murmured.
"It makes no sense to say this now." Sorya glanced at him: "Jerry, your vision is too low."
Victoria nodded and agreed: "So far, more than five Yakuza have gathered in China, and the most terrifying battle in history is about to break out."
In comparison, the disputes in the blood community around the world seem insignificant in front of the Chinese blood community at this time.
The melee of the Yakuza masters is too high-level. Even if there is a Ji Dao who falls, it is not a rare thing.
This will definitely be recorded in history. Since the emergence of human civilization and the globalization of the world, this battle is absolutely unique and unprecedentedly grand.
Involved in almost all the Yakuza masters of mankind, and involved in the terrifying ancient demon resurrected in ancient times.
Thinking of this, Victoria glanced at Baker Richardson worriedly.
In a battle of this level, the glory of the strongest man under the starry sky may not be safe. President Baker is not without danger.
In other words, the risks that the Superpowers Association has to bear are far greater than expected.
"Perhaps we should think this way. After Qin Ze steps into the extreme realm, and the Buddha's head appears again, the chance of winning will be even greater. The danger that President Baker will face will plummet." Victoria let out a breath.
That handsome face flashed through my mind again, with mixed emotions.
... ... .
In the training room, the three of them were sitting cross-legged, with a variety of foods in front of them, all of which were high-calorie, high-protein, and highly nutritious foods.
This was sent by the staff of the revolving restaurant not long ago.
Practicing the combined attack technique consumes a lot of physical energy, so food is needed to replenish physical strength. It also consumes energy, so the three young half-step masters plan to take a rest.
Dan Chenzi, who had eaten and drank enough, was lying on the ground with the character "Tai" in his head, wondering why he was working so hard? Fighting for the Supreme Purity? Don't make trouble, the master will not chase after a small sect, the master also wants to save face.
To protect yourself
Then I can definitely go abroad and remain anonymous. When this crisis is over, he will return to the mountain and become the head teacher.
For responsibility.
If you are successful, you can help the world; if you are poor, you can only take care of yourself.
In Daomen and Maoshan, we are not blindly pursuing staying away from the world of mortals. Since ancient times, countless Taoist priests have come down from the mountain in troubled times.
"I have never practiced so hard since I was a child." Dan Chenzi sighed.
Is he showing off his talent
Li Xianyu and Li Peiyun frowned.
"Well, I started practicing a little seriously last year, and I've been playing for the past twenty years." Li Xianyu said casually.
Li Peiyun looked at Dan Chenzi and then at Li Xianyu, confused for a moment.
Since when did laziness become a means of showing off, with a proud attitude
Haven't they learned the Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces
Don't they feel ashamed
"Ah, word of the disaster at Lushan Temple has spread." Li Xianyu's eyes lit up while he was scrolling through his cell phone, and he read the comments with interest.
Dan Chenzi turned over and sat up. Li Peiyun also took out his mobile phone and said, "Send me the link."
In the morning, Fotou killed the twenty-five men of Lushan Temple. In the evening, the news finally spread on the Internet and quickly made the headlines on major blood websites and forums.
The annihilation of a super-class force is a major event in itself, not to mention the Buddha's head involved.
"You said it was the ancient demon who killed you. I believe it. The Buddha's head killed the person? Haha, my IQ has just been recharged. I'm not in arrears."
"Buddha hasn't come down the mountain in the past twenty years, right? I've never heard of him coming down the mountain in this life."
"Think about it, if the news is false, will it make the headlines? Baoze wouldn't dare to be so shameless. Could it be related to the Blood Alliance?"
"Damn it, it's true, Lushan Temple is a member of the Blood Alliance and just announced its separation from the Taoist and Buddhist Association."
"And then he was killed by the Buddha? Hiss..."
The Taoist and Buddhist Association did not respond to this and remained silent. However, many Buddhist monks have spoken out in their own name on online platforms and denounced Buddha Head.
Some of them have good relations with Lushan Temple. Although they are puzzled by Lushan Temple's sudden decision to break away from the Taoist and Buddhist Association, this is obviously not a capital crime.
Others are pure defenders of Taoism, who believe that the Buddha's head has violated the precept of killing and massacred Buddhist disciples, which is an additional crime. I don’t deserve to be a “Buddha head” anymore. It is hoped that all sects of the Taoist and Buddhist Association will unite to denounce Buddha Head.
Li Xianyu opened the company's internal social software again, clicked on the pinned post in the information area, and checked the post's analysis of the Blood Alliance.
"Quan Zhen Sect..."
Just now, he suddenly remembered a past event. Under the influence of the remnant soul of Taoist Master Wangchen, he had seen the memory fragments of the remnant soul. There was a scene in it that still puzzles him to this day.
During the Quanzhen Rebellion, Wangchen was imprisoned in the underground palace of the Quanzhen Sect. Wangqing and later the Taoist carved a formation and took away part of the slime's body.
When he saw this memory, he was still a newbie and didn't feel anything was wrong. But with the growth of knowledge and understanding of the ancient demon master, when I think back to that scene, I feel that it is unreasonable.
The Quanzhen Sect is indeed in the second and fifth generation. In this way, Dorgon or Qingshi must have secretly promoted the many incidents that framed Wangchen and encircled and suppressed Wangchen.
How afraid of Wangchen are the two masters.
Dao Zun took away part of the slime's body, but it didn't fuse with it. It's probably because Dorgon didn't teach him how to fuse the remains. He was just used by Dorgon.
Well, maybe Dorgon wanted to fuse himself, but found that he couldn't. Otherwise, when he was in Southern Xinjiang, he said that he could only fuse one kind of legacy. How would he know
Golden Dragon Temple:
"Lushan Temple was destroyed, and the Buddha's head actually went down the mountain..."
"Here, what should I do, master, if the Buddha head comes to the door?"
"Don't worry, the master will not sit idly by. If the Buddha head dares to come, you will die."
"But the disciples in the sect are panic-stricken, some of the servants have fled, and the lower-level disciples are also enveloped in an atmosphere of despair."
"During this period, your elite disciples will be responsible for patrolling in person to prevent the disciples from escaping. The master needs these combat forces and needs us."
Shingon Buddhism:
"Damn it, the Buddha's head also wants to go against the master. This damn old bald donkey."
"The dominance of the blood descendants by masters is a growing trend. We are all blood descendants of ancient demons, and being loyal to the master is the right way. Buddha's head dares to resist the general trend, and it is destined to be shattered to pieces."
"But senior brother... If the Buddha's head comes to your door, we will be the first to be shattered to pieces."
"What can we do?"
"Why don't you send people to capture Lianghua Temple and strike first?"
"Don't mess around, wait for the master's instructions."
Irrelevant people can only get away with it and pretend to be heroes on the Internet with their keyboards in hand. But the forces of the Blood Alliance felt the threat from Buddha Head personally.
... ... .
Hotel, luxury suite, late at night at 23:20.
Holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, Baker Richardson stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the night view of this exotic city.
His pupils lost focus as he deduced and analyzed the upcoming battle in his mind.
The fighting among the lower-class blood descendants was not within the scope of his consideration. The members of the superpower association he brought were all elites who had experienced hundreds of battles and knew how to "protect" themselves. Don't worry about too much damage.
He was thinking about fighting at the extreme level.
"With the strength of the ancient demon master, even the senior Yakuza clones that are separated will probably be slightly stronger than me."
"I cannot face the ancient demon alone. This is not a competition. Training will have little effect on improving me. I cannot take risks."
Richardson made up his mind to play the auxiliary position in the next battle and would never sacrifice his life for Baoze.
Of course, when the time comes, we should explore the background of the ancient demon first. If his life is not in danger, he can have a fight with the ancient demon.
At this time, the doorbell rang.
Baker Richardson waved his hand, the doorknob turned on its own, and the door opened.
What came in was a lean and tall man with sunken eyes and messy hair. He looked like a guy who had a dissolute private life and had emptied his body.
"Hans, what's the matter?" Baker Richardson asked.
Hans is one of the five captains. He is a top S-class man with a withdrawn personality. He has been staying in the hotel and did not go to Baoze with him.
Hans, with his sunken eyes, stared blankly at Baker Richardson. After a few seconds, he suddenly grinned and revealed a serious smile: "I have long admired your name, President Baker."
The voices were indistinguishable from male to female.
Baker Richardson's pupils shrank.
I don’t know why, but I don’t want to write anything today. Nothing is wrong, and I’m not feeling unwell. I just don’t want to code, not even a single word. Hey, the author has those few days every month. You know.
(End of chapter)