"Amitabha."
The only response to Maitreya was the solemn words of the Buddha.
"Hehe...hehe..."
"From the beginning, my chances of winning were less than 10%."
"But... people... sometimes fight... isn't it just... a 10% chance of winning?"
"Losing, I, Maitreya, am not as good as you."
"Win..."
"I, Maitreya, am the lord of this world."
Maitreya's eyes were so sharp at this moment.
…
Wasteland.
A clay Buddha statue suddenly began to crack. Finally, a young monk walked out of the Buddha statue with an elegant temperament.
The most important thing is...
The aura exuding from this man was clearly that of the Sixth Imperial Level.
"Has it started yet?"
"Maitreya..."
"No chance of winning."
Shaking his head with some regret, the young monk put his hands behind his back and strode forward. In just a few steps, he disappeared into the wasteland and disappeared without a trace.
As the young monk left, the seemingly ordinary temple behind him collapsed, burying everything in dust.
…
Lingshan.
The figure of the young monk disappeared in a flash, and in an instant he appeared at the merit pool in the back mountain, holding an alms bowl in his hand.
He had no intention of hiding his aura during the whole process, and almost as soon as he appeared in Lingshan, he caused a violent shock.
All the Buddhas immediately gathered at the back mountain.
Looking at the young monk above the merit pool, his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.
"Buddha...Buddha?"
"Aren't you dead?"
With the calm nature of Dharmakaya Buddha, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, and then he slowly asked.
"Um."
"Dead for more than a thousand years."
The Buddha said casually, with a somewhat unpleasant look on his face. He turned his head stiffly, looked at the Buddhas, pointed at the Merit Pool, and said one word at a time: "Where is the water in the Merit Pool?"
"Um?"
At this time, the pool of merit has dried up, and there is no drop of water left.
The corner of Dharmakaya Buddha's mouth twitched: "Lingshan encountered a thief before, causing the merit pond water to be stolen."
"Let's not talk about this for now, Buddha..."
"You pretended to die so rashly, and now you suddenly come back, could there be something..."
Only halfway through what Dharmakaya Buddha said, the Buddha was already floating in the sky.
"well..."
"The spiritual mountain is, after all, just the spiritual mountain of the Buddha."
"The so-called Buddha is nothing more than the ancestor's watchdog. He can't even look after the house."
With the Buddha's long sigh, the sky was suddenly rendered golden.
Golden light points appeared in the void and connected together to form the shape of a lotus.
And if you look carefully, you can find that those light spots...are relics.
This is the scene after practicing Lingshan's skills to the sixth imperial level.
External objects like relics can be transformed.
The Buddha is at the center of this lotus, like lotus seeds, echoing each other.
Then, the lotus suddenly withered.
One of the Arhats in Lingshan suddenly looked painful and fell to the ground, twisting his body.
Soon, their bodies exploded out of thin air, and their blood gathered in the air and disappeared into the lotus.
at last...
The light spots gathered together again to form a completed relic. It was transparent and you could see a pool of blood inside.
"The pool of merit...merit, merit...hehe..."
The Buddha looked at the relics in his hands and sighed, smiled and shook his head, then looked around: "Everyone, take care of yourself."
As the words fell, the Buddha turned and left without any hesitation.
All the Buddhas present looked at each other in confusion, constantly recalling how powerful the Buddha was in that short moment when he took action.
turn out to be...
Can the Lingshan Kung Fu be able to destroy the heaven and earth even if it reaches the sixth imperial level?
It only took a few seconds for the Buddha to open up a new world to everyone present.
only...
For ninety-nine percent of people, it’s just a glance.
…
"Buddha?"
"He is indeed not dead!"
The Arctic Emperor, who was sitting not far from Wang Ye, suddenly frowned slightly, looked in the direction of Lingshan and muttered to himself.
It was also a six-level move, and Wang Ye naturally felt it.
"Didn't you say that there are no six emperors in Lingshan?"
"And isn't the Buddha dead?"
Wang Ye was a little confused.
The Arctic Emperor glanced at Wang Ye, shook his head slightly, and said: "At that time, everyone thought that Maitreya had tricked the Buddha to death. I thought so too before."
"But afterwards, when I went out to patrol the heavens, I vaguely felt the Buddha's breath passing away."
"I have been pursuing this for a while, but to no avail."
"I didn't expect this guy to be alive."
"But it's not important anymore. A mere Buddha can't stir up any trouble. It's not like there are no other six emperors in my heaven."
"It's my greatest achievement to keep your future body well."
"While there are still a few months left, it's time to eat and drink."
"I am still very generous to the dying."
"But if you want to practice, I will interrupt you."
As he spoke, the Arctic Emperor just leaned aside lazily, completely losing the sense of majesty he felt in heaven or in front of outsiders.
Or...
The Arctic Emperor vaguely gave Wang Ye a similar feeling.
It seems that this master must have been a scoundrel back then.
It's just that when you become stronger, you become more humble, and you become more capable, people with low strength are no longer worthy of being rogue.
"Sure enough, anyone who can climb to the sixth level and is still alive will be treated as an old scumbag."
Wang Ye gritted his teeth, looked at the back of the Arctic Emperor and said fiercely, with a hint of worry deep in his eyes.
This time...he really had no choice.
There was not much time left for him. If the Arctic Emperor delayed further and couldn't find a solution within a few days, he would really have no choice but to take the risk and see if he could defeat this old thing.
At worst, he would be seriously injured and beheaded.
Wang Ye was secretly cruel in his heart.
"You can't kill me. If you fight me, I will run away."
"If you stop chasing me, I will stop."
Seemingly sensing the killing intent emanating from Wang Ye, the Arctic Emperor glanced at Wang Ye playfully, and two more teacups appeared in his hands, but this time they were filled with energy liquid.
"Aren't you willing to drink? Have some?"
"nice one."
"This energy was accumulated in ancient times, and it tastes mellow and sweet."
With that said, he pushed a glass to Wang Ye.
Wang Ye just glared at the Arctic Emperor and drank it in one gulp.
"More!"
"Pour it for me in a vat!"
Feeling the sudden and weak increase in energy in his body, Wang Ye's eyes suddenly lit up, he patted his thighs and sat up, looking at the Arctic Emperor shouting proudly.
The only person who responded to him was the smiling eyes of the Arctic Emperor.
