come as god

The mechanical Buddha is angry!

The rumbling thunderous roar rolled across the sea of ​​stars, across space, beyond the barriers of time and space, and oscillated indescribably in the atmosphere of the ancestral planet Earth.

Even the sound of shaking the clouds, the spontaneous manifestation of holiness, and the emergence of blurred Buddha faces, full of ferocious eyes, really like Fudo Mingwang, a world-beating prisoner!
Click!

Thousands of thunderbolts fell on the edge of the desert, the Atlantic Ocean churned, and the rivers reversed, almost hitting the land against the current.

The fierce wind came suddenly, like a heavy hammer hammering the ground hard.

Mount Kilimanjaro can't help being a thousand feet shorter because of this, and the vast land is also hanging upside down towards the ocean. You can imagine the anger of the mechanical Buddhas at this moment.

The seven Buddha faces are all angry.

However, in the face of all the turbulent waves hitting the shore, the white short-sleeved man in the pavilion raised his palm indifferently and spoke contemptuously.

"Machine Buddha, isn't he a bit arrogant in my prehistoric region?"

He slowly raised his head, his eyes were as bright as the sea of ​​stars.

As he raised his hand slightly, there was a loud bang.

The upside-down continent rises up again, the roaring ocean is quiet for a moment, the wind rises from the ground, strikes the sky angrily, and shatters the six Buddha faces, leaving only the face of the mechanical Buddha Lao Bi Shuba Tuo lingering.

And this is just the prestige of Zhao Ming raising his hand.

On the Eastern Divine Mountain, there stands a sword with a handle, trembling endlessly, as if it is about to be born.

Zhao Ming stared, and said lightly: "Go back!"

Swish!
The shaking sword immediately returned to calm, slumped and suppressed his arrogance, showing no magical powers.

On the sky, Bi Shubatuo, the mechanical Buddha, looked down and saw Zhao Ming sitting upright, with several blurred projections standing beside him.

Emperor Tian Hao Wuqi, God of Cangheng, Emperor Zhao Ming, Patriarch Yang Shan, Yuan Wang Chu, Tongtian Wu, Sun Ruler Amon, Bone Burial, Li Kun...

All the projections of deterrent-level combat power are here.

With just one glance, he doesn't care.

None of these people could stop him from moving forward, and the only thing that threatened him was the figure in white: "Zhao Ming, you really are not simple. When I was young, I was as high-spirited as you, calculating all sentient beings."

"Old Buddha, that's not you, the dead are gone, you're just a copy and paste, what are you talking about about the past and humanity!"

Zhao Ming didn't get up, and calmly crossed his legs, but he didn't have much image.

The black hair is disheveled, like black snakes swimming, white short sleeves, gray sweatpants, barefoot, as relaxed and casual as if you are at home.

But if he opened his mouth, he wanted to kill the heart of the mechanical Buddha.

To defeat the enemy, we must first get rid of the foundation of the enemy's foothold, and we must never let him speak to ourselves from the commanding heights.

Knock down his self-confidence so that the conversation can continue.

The mechanical Buddha Lao Bi Shubatuo has deep wisdom, and the coldness of thousands of years will naturally not be thawed by a single word: "Zhao Ming, slippery, let me tell you another truth, civilization begins with the victor, history is written by the victor, and only the strong can achieve it." Make everything, no matter what means you use to prevent the return of the saint, you will only seek your own death."

"Hahaha, Buddha's computing power is also exhausted? Can't figure out why I prevented you from becoming enlightened?"

Zhao Ming laughed heartily.

The earth seemed to tremble with his smile, and the clouds kept shaking and stirring, as if the gods were breathing.

He laughed at the powerlessness of the mechanical Buddha at the moment, and he laughed at the fact that the mechanical Buddha was not invincible.

It wasn't until this moment that the mechanical Buddha gushed out anger, the deep Buddha face in the sky became more and more intense, dark clouds gathered towards the nose, and purple-red thunder kept rolling in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Zhao Ming, you are looking for death. The seven great buddhas come out together. There is no opponent in the galaxy. It is easy to destroy the human race."

"Threat me? Kill it, do you think I care?"

Zhao Ming's complexion also became gloomy, and thick clouds rolled behind him, forming another ghostly shadow, really like a great demon descending into the world, terrifying and boundless.

The corners of his clothes rustled, as if the cold wind from Siberia had blown across the Mediterranean Sea to the scorching continent, raising his long black hair.

The faces of Hao Wuqi and others turned dark, and they secretly suspected: "Why does Zhao Ming look more villain than the villain? Does he care about the life and death of all living beings?" '

Even they doubted whether Zhao Ming was really cruel, let alone Fo Lao?

In the eyes of the Mechanical Buddha, there are only benefits, and all foreign things can be sacrificed and abandoned. Zhao Ming, who is so similar to himself, probably really doesn't care about the life and death of all living beings.

Zhao Ming couldn't be suppressed by his conditions.

bang~
Lei Yin was the only one who responded to Zhao Ming. Other than that, everything was silent, because the mechanical Buddha couldn't come up with anything new to exchange with Zhao Ming.

An out-and-out seeker is definitely a lunatic, and Zhao Ming is like that in his eyes.

what he wants...

"You Tower!"

Zhao Ming stood up suddenly, regardless of anyone's obstruction, stepped out of the earth in one step, stepped out of the 36 star sky ring in one step, and appeared in the steel Great Wall of the Buddha Galaxy in one step.

Three steps to the half of the Milky Way.

In an instant, the civilizations of the entire galaxy were shocked again, and I don't know how many times they were shocked, and even lost all expression on their faces, and stretched out their hands lightly.

"Look, another queer thing!"

"Then Zhao Evil God... what? Zhao Evil God!"

The pupils of the galaxy civilizations who were not excited just now focused instantly, showing indescribable anger and growls, pointing at Zhao Ming and yelling.

"It was Zhao Ming who colluded with the mechanical Buddha and ruined my civilization. All of my 720 billion compatriots died at the hands of the mechanical Bodhisattva and became sacrifices!"

"It's all Zhao Eishen's fault!"

A bet that almost wiped out half of the civilizations in the galaxy.

It is conceivable how angry, panicked, and frightened the survivors were. As one of the biggest instigators, Zhao Ming was deeply envied.

Zhao Ming can bear these hatreds.

Compared with the anger of the galactic civilization, human beings' views have changed.

"If it wasn't for Xuantian Great God, it would not be the Galactic Civilization Group that died, but me human beings!"

"Although he does evil to the galaxy, he benefits mankind. He can be cast aside by the whole universe, but we can't say anything bad about him!"

In their eyes, Zhao Ming is an absolute supporter of human beings.

Except for human beings, everything can be discarded. It is lucky to be his kindred, but once he is not the same kind, it is a bargaining chip that can be sacrificed.

This is simply a large Shengtian son-in-law, Qi Ting.

Human beings cannot laugh at this, but they are extremely grateful from the bottom of their hearts.

"We really misunderstood him!"

Zhao Ming washed half of his body white again, but he doesn't care about honor or reputation. He has seen through it hundreds of years ago, and he can play with ease.

The so-called thirty to stand, forty without confusion, fifty to know the destiny, sixty to listen, seventy to follow one's heart's desire, not to exceed the rules.

What's more, he is seven hundred years old.

He has had hardships, honors, and possessions, so he can easily let go, and he can also laugh at it, what does honor and disgrace have to do with me?

He is so small that it is almost invisible, but he stands at the peak of the magnificent Great Wall of Steel. The wind in the universe is the most seductive. His robe whizzes and moves, hunting endlessly, and his black hair is curled up, as free and easy as a knight.

With his hands down, he quietly looked at the seven mechanical Buddhas in the Buddha Galaxy.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

He spoke flatly but rampantly.

Take another step, appearing in the sky above the Buddha galaxy, and cast your gaze to a high place.

"What I want, will you give it or not?"

"What we want, will you give it or not?"

Zhao Ming and the mechanical Buddha Lao Bi Shuba Tuo spoke almost at the same time, and their gazes also converged on the same place, just like two divine swords colliding with each other, materially rolling up waves and radiating.

Under the starry sky, one person and one Buddha are facing each other far away.

A moment, or a century.

Time stood still at the moment when the two looked at each other, and everything was meaningless. A word from them was like destiny, which could decide the life and death of billions of people.

All those who saw this scene understood one thing.

The bet between gods and Buddhas has only just begun.

wow~
The corpse of the super ancient saint is almost recovered, but it is stuck in the last little procedure, and the final sublimation cannot be completed no matter what.

The corners of Zhao Ming's mouth curled up, and he lowered his hands and raised his head with a smile, "Old Buddha, you don't have much time. If you can't complete the last progress, the saint's head will be destroyed."

Almost without hesitation, the mechanical Buddha responded decisively.

"Alright, Youta, here you are!"