The battle in the Zen room lasted for a full hour.
Feeling that the energy fluctuations inside gradually disappeared, Wang Ye quickly glanced through the crack in the door to observe the situation inside.
At this time, the scriptures floating on the huge monk were almost transparent and could be erased at any time.
Maitreya and Ran Deng looked equally miserable.
The two of them were already seriously injured when they killed the three Buddha puppets, and they also suffered from the terrifying backlash. In other words, both of them had more methods, and the other person might not have been able to survive long ago.
The most interesting thing is that when there was only one strike left to break the scripture ban, the two of them stopped at the same time, and instead looked at each other warily.
"Old monk is not greedy, I only want 30%."
Ran Deng suddenly spoke quietly, blood dripping down his shoulder and onto the ground, but he seemed not to feel the pain.
Maitreya moved his severely fractured right hand, with a warm smile on his face: "Haha, senior, you are just joking. You have hardly made any effort this time, but now you have to open your mouth only 30%, which is too much."
Ran Deng snorted coldly.
Didn't you do anything?
He had stopped two Buddha puppets on his own before, and just now he had desperately blocked the scriptures for an hour.
Don’t you think it’s ridiculous to say this to him now?
This little bald donkey is indeed as dark-hearted as ever.
But since he promised Maitreya at that time, he was naturally mentally prepared to deal with this situation.
"Although I am seriously injured, I am not without the strength to fight."
"If this really shocked person recovers, he will probably die together by then. Anyway, I have been living in secret for thousands of years, so I will be a little tired by now."
As he said that, Ran Deng took a step forward, ready to slap the scripture with his palm at any time.
But Maitreya behaved very calmly and calmly: "Senior, if your physical strength is still good, then I would like to thank you very much for your efforts."
"Buddha's body and soul were separated in that battle. Even if you cut him into pieces, he wouldn't wake up."
Ran Deng frowned slightly: "That means there's nothing to talk about?"
"The condition of our cooperation at that time was that, senior, please help me kill this person. In this way, you can walk in the world openly and absorb the many mortals with blood, and you no longer have to hide in the damp soil like a dirty mouse. . ”
"This is already the biggest gain for you."
"It's not me, the little monk, who is going back on his word now."
Maitreya refused to give an inch, and there was a slight sound in the half-broken arm. The bones were slowly healing under the nourishment of energy.
His other hand was behind his back, trembling slightly.
On the whole, it seems that Maitreya has more elements of strong color and inner beauty, but whether it is superficial or not depends on the beholder.
Ran Deng stared at Maitreya with a gloomy gaze. At this moment, he could no longer control and suppress his evil emotions. His eyes were filled with greed and desire. Even the faint golden light around his body that belonged to the Lingshan Kung Fu gradually transformed into black.
"I...never be unreasonable."
"Qi Cheng, I've already given you face."
"I'll give you one last chance, otherwise we'll inevitably end up in a fight!"
Ran Deng exudes surging murderous intent, mixed with the deepest desires in human nature, looking down at Maitreya's spiritual power.
For him who has evil thoughts, Yong Ye is simply a great supplement and fits him perfectly.
"Since senior has this idea, the young monk is happy to accompany him."
Maitreya looked directly at the burning lamp and spoke word by word.
In this situation, the alliance between the two has long been broken.
Let's share the crisis, but sharing the cake is another matter.
As Maitreya's voice fell, Ran Deng's figure moved instantly, but he did not rush towards Maitreya, but retreated. The moment he fell into the shadow, his body disappeared, as if he had completely disappeared into this Zen. In the room.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Maitreya chuckled and shook his head: "Senior, times have changed."
"I practice in Lingshan and believe that the body itself is the most powerful weapon. All spells are nothing but trivial tricks. I can defeat them all with one punch."
"I didn't expect that after a thousand years, the seniors would forget the roots of Lingshan and turn to this kind of trail."
"That's right...Senior doesn't have a body of his own..."
After a few words of ridicule, Maitreya coughed twice, and some blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. A dazzling golden light emitted from his body, illuminating the entire Zen room, making there no dark places in the room.
In the corner, a faint shadow was illuminated.
"I found you, senior."
Maitreya whispered, and in the next second, he shot up like a cannonball, rushed towards the corner, raised his fist and smashed it hard at the phantom.
After a few minutes of delay, his broken arm had been repaired a lot.
As Maitreya said before, Buddhism cultivates the body.
No matter how hard you try, I will defeat them all with one punch!
The phantom could vaguely see Ran Deng's face. Seeing that Maitreya had discovered him so quickly, the phantom looked a little shocked and subconsciously raised his fist to greet him.
But Maitreya noticed something was wrong, his expression changed slightly, and it was too late to withdraw his fist.
The phantom suddenly shattered and turned into wisps of black mist that wrapped around Maitreya. The next second, the figure of Lantern suddenly appeared behind Maitreya. At this time, he had allowed his evil thoughts to control his body, with a ferocious expression on his face. smile.
Wisps of black energy condensed into a small dagger in his hand, stabbing Maitreya in the back of the heart.
Maitreya, who was entangled in the black mist, felt the strong murderous intention behind him, let out a low roar, and his whole body was infected with gold. At the critical moment, he broke away from the black mist, without turning around, but rushed forward very quickly.
But this is a corner, and there is not much space in front.
Along with the severe pain, the dagger finally entered Maitreya's body. Fortunately, Maitreya took two steps forward, and the energy gathered behind him, knocking the dagger away.
Instead of running away, Maitreya let out a roar, turned around without hesitation, and smashed down behind him.
Ran Deng sighed, and took a punch from Maitreya. His face turned slightly pale, and he retreated lightly to the middle of the Zen room, next to the monk.
"The response is pretty quick."
At this time, a sinister smile appeared on Ran Deng's face, and the dagger condensed by black energy was held in his hand.
At this time, around the wound on Maitreya's back, black energy kept squirming, preventing the wound from healing.
And like small snakes, they crazily squeezed into Maitreya's wound.
"As expected of the past Buddha, that teacher."
"The young monk underestimates you."
The golden light on Maitreya's body became stronger and stronger, gathering at the back of his heart, trying to expel the wisps of black energy.
