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Maitreya is ready to bury these people in Lingshan!
Zhao Hai immediately thought of Maitreya's intention, but this was the team that Lingshan had accumulated over the years.
unless...
Did Zhang Ziliang really brainwash this bald donkey without his knowledge?
It shouldn't be.
Maitreya and himself are completely two different people, and they are more ambitious.
It is absolutely impossible to be willing to live in the Tianzhu.
But he is not afraid of Buddha's blame for doing this?
There is only one possibility.
Maitreya didn't care, or was confident, and wasn't afraid of Buddha.
...
After thinking of this key point, Zhao Hai fell silent. He vaguely guessed Maitreya's thoughts.
But he didn't expect that Maitreya would dare to be so crazy.
It was completely opposite to the cautious attitude before. It was still said that the caution he showed before was just to show others.
For a time, Zhao Hai thought a lot and kept recalling the details of his fight with Maitreya over the years.
Vaguely in a trance.
And Zhao Hai's attitude once again stimulated Baoshifo, and the palm fell a little faster, and he saw that it had reached the top of Shangjing City.
Seeing the giant hand so close, the eyes of the people were filled with panic.
It's like the end of the world.
Only Zhao Hai on the city wall was still lost in thought and seemed not to take this hand to heart at all.
Instead of worrying about this so-called Precious Master Buddha, it is better to think carefully about Maitreya's plan.
The ground suddenly surged.
Heads that had long since rotted suddenly popped out.
Exuding a surging ghostly energy.
One of the terrifying auras seemed to be slowly reviving, and it was filled with an emotion of hatred, as if there was a natural hostility towards the existence of Buddha.
but...
Just as he was about to recover.
In the distance, Wang Ye's figure slowly emerged from the wasteland carrying the Ghost Sword. At first, Wang Ye was still walking, but gradually Wang Ye's speed became faster and faster, his expression was cold, and he suddenly jumped up on the spot, holding the ghost sword in his hand. The bad knife aimed at the palm and chopped it down without hesitation.
With the terrifying pressure, Wang Ye spurted out a mouthful of blood and flew upside down on the city wall. He barely managed to stand firm, but his face was still a little pale.
The only thing that's more gratifying is...
With this blow, the palm was covered with cracks and eventually shattered.
This was just a casual blow from Bao Shifo, and it was understandable that Wang Ye blocked it with his full concentration.
The people in the city only saw a young figure, with an indomitable momentum, cutting off his arm with one blow, giving them great confidence.
At least, this man was protecting them.
He is a strong man of the human race.
For a moment, a little smile appeared on their faces after the disaster.
But soon...
The palm condensed in the void again, much more solid than before, and slowly fell down again, which made the smiles freeze on their faces again.
"what happened?"
Wang Ye said nothing and looked at the giant hand in the sky with a solemn expression.
At this time, he has not recovered from his injuries, but he just barely has the capital to take action. He cannot defeat a Buddha alone.
but...
Behind you is Shangjing City.
Are we going to have to fight again so soon?
Seeing Wang Ye next to him, Zhao Hai came back to his senses and was a little surprised: "Why are you coming back?"
"If you don't come back, will you see a whole city of people being photographed to death?"
Wang Ye said coldly, looking at the giant hand in the sky again, taking a deep breath, holding the Ghost Sword tightly, with a very solemn expression.
The reason why he was able to succeed with one strike before was because Bao Shifo had no intention, and he was still in a surprise attack.
But now, it's difficult.
And for some reason, the moment Wang Ye appeared, the aura that was slowly recovering in the soil suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before, and even the heads went back again and disappeared.
Zhao Hai was silent.
"Did Zhang Ziliang give you a note?"
he asked suddenly.
Wang Ye was startled for a moment: "I gave it."
"How many... pictures?"
Zhao Hai spoke again.
In such a crisis situation, Zhao Hai was still in the mood to ask such a question. Wang Ye was a little puzzled, but he still vaguely guessed something in his heart: "Two of them, one was given to the wrong one and was taken back."
"really."
"That old kid really doesn't deserve to be a son of a man."
Zhao Hai couldn't help but cursed: "You're already dead, why don't you just be quiet? How worried are you about me?"
"Study this hand first."
Wang Ye looked at Zhao Hai expressionlessly.
Zhao Hai was obviously a little irritable at this time and waved his hand nonchalantly: "No matter what he is doing, just shoot him, shoot him, he won't be able to take the picture anyway."
"That old guy Zhang Ziliang must have a back-up plan."
"I, the most dignified thinker in heaven, are just like a decoration in your heavenly group."
"boring!"
As he spoke, he fell into deep thought again and continued to consider what Maitreya might do.
...
Wang Ye was a little confused. He glanced at Zhao Hai and didn't know what to say. He simply kicked Zhao Hai and knocked him down on the rocking chair. He then moved the rocking chair to his side and sat down.
Right...
I did act a little anxious just now.
Even if Zhang Ziliang dies, he will not let the people of the city perish. He has time to let Yang Chen run all over the streets like a messenger with a note. How could he not miss the scene in front of him.
What are you doing with your leisure time?
Originally, his body had recovered somewhat, but now the old injury recurred, causing blood and energy to surge.
Zhao Hai stood up from the ground in confusion, glanced at the shoe prints on his clothes, then looked at Wang Ye, and couldn't help but yell: "Reckless man!"
"Brainless idiot!"
"robber!"
"robber!"
"Ashamed to be associated with him!"
"Ahem, I was scolding Master Bao..."
Seeing Wang Ye calmly pull out his ghost knife, put it on the ground and wipe it constantly, Zhao Hai quickly shut up, explained forcefully, then quickly moved away from Wang Ye, and found a corner to squat down.
Wang Ye is sitting, he is standing...
Outsiders thought he was Wang Ye's follower.
Wang Ye just glanced at Zhao Hai and said nothing, but still held the Ghost Sword tightly.
just in case...
Just in case Zhang Ziliang really missed the bald donkey in front of him, he would still have to take the top.
What's more, behind this old bald donkey were six Bodhisattvas.
One against six...
Even if you burn the small universe, you can't do it.
Fortunately, the aura in the ground began to revive again. A somewhat rotten arm suddenly stretched out from the ground and slapped it down, directly knocking the giant hand away.
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
Such a familiar smell!
