"It came... faster than I expected."
Maitreya at the top looked at the scene below. He was not surprised and just said something lightly.
"All the fish should have been hooked."
"This should be considered the last person in Tianzhu who can support us besides Li Xinghe."
After muttering something to himself, Maitreya took a few steps forward in mid-air, looked over the crowd and looked at Zhang Ziliang on the city wall: "Everything is over."
"If nothing else happens, all the fighting power of Tianzhu, Underworld, and Taoist sects are here now."
"Besides Li Xinghe, is there anyone else who can guard the capital?"
As he said that, Maitreya turned to look at Zhao Hai who was standing aside, with a complicated expression: "The only thing I don't understand is why you joined the Heavenly Group. Isn't it good to be alive?"
Zhao Hai slowly shook his head: "Heaven has reached its peak, and it is difficult to make further progress."
"Relatively speaking, my value to Heaven is no longer great."
"But if we support Tianzhu and kill Tianting, wouldn't it be a more exciting thing?"
"For example...you hold the Lingshan card, and I hold the Tianzhu, and then you lose, doesn't it mean that your IQ is...not as good as mine?"
Hearing Zhao Hai's words, Maitreya smiled: "Sure enough, you are still as crazy as ever."
"Actually, the outcome does not depend on the cards we play."
"Relatively speaking, I think living is the most important thing."
"Besides...don't you think there will be conflicts when one force has two think tanks?"
Maitreya looked at Zhang Ziliang and then at Zhao Hai. Although he said this with the intention of causing division,... it was also true.
Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Hai looked at each other and soon laughed at the same time.
"At least... not yet."
"Maybe... not in the future."
...
Seeing the attitudes of the two people, Maitreya became confused and full of confusion.
"But...you still lost this battle."
"Not to mention the frontal battlefield, there is a Buddha who has already gone to Beijing. With Li Xinghe's strength, he can't resist it."
"So...after you become a Gao Po in Beijing, what will you do to defend Jiangning?"
"In three hours at most, the eleven cities of Tianzhu will become history."
After hearing Maitreya's words, the two of them laughed at the same time again, but this smile looked mean.
"Who said..."
"We have no one left!"
"If there is only one Buddha in Shangjing, it cannot be destroyed."
In his words, he was very confident.
Maitreya's brows furrowed, his mind thinking wildly.
but...
He really couldn't think of any other friendly forces in Tianzhu, Underworld, and Daomen.
Could it be that those old guys from the Taoist sect have finished refining alchemy and are ready to come out and stretch their limbs?
impossible!
I have already left my spies on all the routes in the Ten Cities of Tianzhu, especially the places suspected of being Taoist dens, which are even more densely packed.
Whenever those old guys show up, they will be discovered immediately.
That's not right either...
If those old guys are prepared in advance and use their mental power, it is really possible to escape the detection of their own spies.
After all, the strength gap is there.
Could it be...
Are they really those from the Taoist sect?
…
Go to Beijing.
"Amita..."
An old monk with white eyebrows, wearing a simple monk's robe, was about to reach the sky above the upper capital.
A Buddha image appeared behind him, and he even began to whisper the Buddha's name subconsciously.
I don’t know if it’s because of Chang Er’s subtle brainwashing, but the senior executives of Lingshan pay more attention to appearance, especially when they first appear on the stage...
But before he could speak, he was interrupted by a lazy voice.
"Why am I so unhappy when I see you bald asses!"
As the words fell, a huge black figure wearing a black dragon robe and a bead curtain suddenly appeared opposite the old monk.
"Du Ziren?"
The old monk's expression suddenly changed: "Weren't you already suppressed by us in the Wangchuan River?"
"Didn't you think I could come out alive?"
"Do you know what an emperor is?"
"With my strength, do you think those soldiers and generals can hold it?"
"You really don't treat me like a dish!"
An old man wearing cloth shoes, like an ordinary old farmer, walked out with a smile and his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk and said.
"I don't know what's going on, but I saw a bald head recently..."
"I just want to take pictures."
As the words fell, Du Ziren's body emitted a rich black energy, covering an entire radius, completely blocking the old monk's sight.
"Come on, let me see what the famous Baosheng Buddha is like."
In the black air, Du Ziren's voice suddenly came, and the next second, his figure had appeared behind Baosheng Buddha, and his seemingly weak palms patted Baosheng Buddha's back.
But Baosheng Buddha was alert, turned around instantly, and punched as well.
pity...
Du Ziren's voice disappeared again.
Baosheng Buddha's expression became very dignified and serious.
The five emperors of the underworld are all famous.
Each one of them is a genius, who was very low-key when they were young and had little reputation.
But after eight hundred years of seclusion in the underworld, when he was reborn...
These Five Emperors sparkled in almost everyone's eyes.
Playing all over the same level, you rarely encounter opponents.
The most important thing is that these people don't want their lives, they are all lunatics.
Even the Lingshan Giant Buddha, who specializes in the physical body, dares to stand still with you. If you punch me, I will punch you.
See who dies first.
It was this ferocious energy that finally forced the Buddha to take action himself, preparing to ruthlessly destroy them all.
pity...
In the end, he was saved.
Such a big shot with a vicious reputation, even if he is one of the top people in Lingshan, he is also...very fearful.
…
"So what if Shangjing blocks it."
"Jiang Ning will still be defeated."
"You don't think these ghosts...can stop us."
Maitreya regained his composure soon after, looked at Zhang Ziliang and Zhao Hai, and chuckled.
At this moment, the leader-level middle-aged man in Heaven suddenly appeared in his hand and threw a pure golden tower into the air.
The tower rises in the wind, covering the sky and the earth.
A huge suction force came, tearing the ghosts below into the tower...
Soon, those ghost generals and half-king-level ghosts were the first to be unable to block the tower's suction, and fell into the tower one after another.
in the corner...
When Wang Ye saw this scene, his eyes lit up instantly.
This tower...
What a good thing!
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but lick his lips, and the little fire in his heart was about to start again.
Mainly because after seeing this tower, the hammer I just picked up immediately lost its flavor...
