"snort!"
"Ignorant!"
"What if I insist on destroying the underworld today?"
"Or do you think...I'm not as good as you?"
The face of the man in the sky became angry, and he snorted coldly. It seemed that because of his change in mood, lightning and thunder began to thunder around him.
"Heh, you can try it then."
"Besides, I didn't create the underworld, so I won't feel bad if you destroy it."
"But when you destroyed the underworld, you just slapped me in the face. Do you think... if I launch a sneak attack and watch you kill people in heaven every day, can you withstand it?"
"What age is it? Fighting requires wisdom."
The young man in black robe said lazily, still holding the ordinary-looking fishing rod in his hand.
But obviously...
The effect of his words was still very good.
At least Tian Tian's face became silent, and his murderous aura was reduced a lot.
Because what this guy said... does make sense.
I have put a lot of effort into cultivating the Tianting organization. If there is an existence that is not weaker than myself and hides in the dark every day, trying every means to carry out sneak attacks, Tianting will be destroyed in a few years at most.
When the time comes, only one 'king' like myself is left, who should he rule?
"You're threatening me!"
But the dignity of the 'King' cannot be provoked, and the expression on that man's face is a bit ugly.
The black boy nodded and said matter-of-factly: "Yes."
...
"Amitabha."
"Donor, why don't we all take a step back?"
"When we reach this level, all we need is face."
"And to be realistic, when we first created a force, it was just to quickly accumulate resources to enhance our own strength."
"But now, the value of power to us is not that great."
"If the situation is really desperate and the fish is dead, the net will be broken, the monk also has this determination."
The Buddha, who had been hiding aside to watch the excitement, finally let out a long sigh and spoke with candid eyes.
"Is it?"
"I do not believe."
"How about we switch, you destroy the underworld, and I destroy Lingshan, and see who suffers more, how about that?"
The young man in black robe still had a warm smile on his face, but his words sounded like an out-and-out rogue, unreasonable.
Buddha was choked, but he was not angry, but shook his head gently: "Donor, why bother?"
"I dare to make the decision, poor monk. Since you can't let go of the underworld, the three of us will not help each other for a hundred years. Life and death will depend on their fate."
"This is the dignity we give to the strong."
"But a hundred years later, the benefactor is still so unreasonable. It's hard to believe that even if we fight to get rid of the foundation, we still have to seek an explanation from the benefactor."
A century-old promise.
The intention of the Buddha is obvious. You are not weak. We will give you a hundred years of face, but the face is mutual. If you still play rogue with us after a hundred years, then we will fight you desperately.
The smile of the young man in black robe gradually disappeared, and his eyes were focused on the face in the sky.
The man's face was silent for a moment, and his face still looked not good, but he finally nodded, apparently acquiescing to the Buddha's suggestion.
"Then...you guys go slowly, I won't send you off."
The young man in black robe said with a smile.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the sunshine again, and the Buddha's shadow also turned into golden light and flew away with the wind.
Everything became calm again.
"Thank you, senior."
Po Meng took a step forward on crutches, bowed to the young man in black robe and said.
The five ghost emperors also supported their seriously injured bodies and saluted.
Only Zhong Kui in the corner looked at the young man with bright eyes.
These are the thickest thighs!
"Um."
The young man in black robe regained his lazy look, and muttered with some dissatisfaction: "I shouldn't have given that little girl blind ideas and tainted the cause and effect."
"Why are you so mouthy!"
With that said, the young man turned back and glanced at the people in the underworld: "If nothing happens, don't contact me. You will be safe within a hundred years, but after a hundred years... forget it, let's talk about it then."
As the words fell, a crack appeared in the void, and the young man stepped in with one foot.
But soon, he paused and turned his head to look at Po Meng: "You... are not bad, a bit interesting."
The young man looked at Po Meng with deep meaning in his eyes, suddenly smiled, and then his figure disappeared into the void.
As soon as the young man walked away, a guy with a mask appeared in the crowd, silently, as if he had been there all along.
"Did you run away before the battle?"
Zhong Kui looked at Lu Qing beside him and asked with a strange expression.
"If we are destroyed by the group, the underworld will really be gone."
“Always keep some fire alive.”
Lu Qing's voice was very calm and he spoke slowly.
…
Was it the young man in black robe who rescued Underworld?
Wang Ye was like an audience, watching the whole clip from the most comfortable angle.
Although there is not much content in these scenes, they include fighting scenes, scenes of the Buddha, the king, and the black boy.
Too much...
Especially the three big guys, even if they don't fight, just to outline their terrifying auras requires a lot of blood.
The picture at this time has begun to be a bit unreal, which means that the plot is about to be forcibly terminated.
Just when Wang Ye felt a little regretful, the scene suddenly changed.
Heaven!
The palace of the 'King'.
At this time, the 'Wang' was lying on his side on his gorgeous bed, and a bald head suddenly appeared next to him.
Buddha.
"You came?"
At this time, Wang's expression was very calm, with a touch of indifference, and completely without the furious look just now.
Buddha nodded slightly: "Your mood changed too much just now, and it seemed a bit fake."
"Ah."
"What does it matter whether it's fake or not?"
Wang chuckled and said: "Now there is a problem in this world. You and I know it very well. Instead of wasting our efforts to save it, it is better to regroup. This will be an opportunity for you and me."
"Underworld...is the opportunity."
"In fact, relatively speaking, what I'm more afraid of is that if this guy doesn't show up today, it will be a little difficult to deal with."
The Buddha's face was no longer as kind and compassionate as it was in the outside world, and his eyes were cold: "But after the speculations of you and me, he will definitely appear, and he did come."
"But what I didn't expect was that you, a bald ass, would be so cruel."
"Where is the promise to save all sentient beings?"
Wang casually picked up the grapes from the fruit plate in front of the bed, put them in his mouth, and asked jokingly.
The Buddha sneered: "The human body is already full of filth. If we don't clean it, how can we save it?"
"I'm also doing it for their own good."
The top leaders of the two major forces looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
But this laughter was full of coldness and chilling.
It's like...
Everything in this world is under their control.
And they are the real gods.
Standing high and looking down at the common people.
Whether the world will perish or not depends on their thoughts.
