MTL - So I Am A Demon Descendent!-Chapter 731 Big Buddha

Chapter 710: Big Buddha

Five hours ago, late at night.

A hotel not far from Baoze, luxury suites.

"Visit late at night, forgive me. But please believe that I have no malicious intentions, and frank identity is my best sincerity." Hans, with deep eyes and messy hair, sat on the sofa with a big grin.

Deep pupils, indistinguishable voices between men and women, and a completely different temperament than usual, are warning Baker Richardson to tell him that this man is not the real captain Hans.

"Ancient demon?" Baker Richardson quietly tightened his muscles, his eyes fixed.

"It is the master, you can call me to break the army." Hans laughed.

The broken army ..... it can sneak into the hotel silently and meet me with the appearance of Hans ..... is the master who can host others?

Baker Richardson contracted his pupils: "What did you do to Hans?"

"His body belongs to me. My ability is boarding. Without a host, he cannot become an independent individual." The master of the broken army said with a smile:

"You don't have to be so angry. Compared to the big thing I came to discuss with you, the death of a subordinate is nothing."

"We don't have anything to talk about." Baker Richardson quietly encouraged the machine, his muscles were tightened, although he hadn't dealt with the ancient demon, although he had known their strength from Qin Ze, but Baker · Richardson is not afraid of the ancient demon. On the contrary, the war is high and wants to compete with these ancient creatures.

Moreover, the distance here is only a few hundred meters from Baoze.

However, the fluttering words of the dominating army broke all the fighting spirit of Baker Richardson: "Do you want to know the inside story of dominating the killing, that is a secret that is enough to subvert the world. No, subverting the world is not enough Describe it. It should be said ...... from the world! "

Baker Richardson's breath slowly receded, taking a deep breath: "You better give me a satisfactory answer."

The ancient demon in front of him was very cunning. It perfectly hit his weakness and made a request that he could not refuse. For a long time, Baker Richardson had been thinking about the truth behind the sudden recovery of the ancient demon.

"Of course." The broken army dominated with a smile on his face: "As the president of the Superpowers Association, the Pantheon may not be unfamiliar. Knowing that the eight masters were suppressed in the Pantheon. But you certainly do n’t know what is behind The reason is that it starts from the distant ancient times. "

"At that time, the world's fierce creatures swarmed and swallowed each other. Weak meat and strong food were the rules that all intelligent creatures and low-energy creatures believed in at that time. During the long devour and evolution, nine masters were born. That is us."

"At that time we didn't know that the nine were the ultimate capacity that nature could hold. In the endless years since then, the Lord of the same realm has never been born. Our nine Lords share the throne of the Lord of the World."

"But we are still not free. We are trapped in this heaven and earth. Although time is meaningless to us, we cannot do anything about it. It is a one-way river, we float up and down in the river, from the distant It has been so ancient. "

"One day, the earth suddenly rioted ... yes, it was a riot. The crust moved, volcanoes erupted, and the elements of the heavens and the earth became disordered. The sun no longer illuminate the world. It seems to be a sign of reordering."

Baker Richardson's heart vaguely captured the truth about the extinction of the ancient demon.

Did the meteorite hit the earth or the large-scale volcanic eruption caused the poisonous smoke to cover the sun and extinct the ancient life?

"That's not the abnormal transformation formed by the might of nature. It's the fruit. It's the birth of the fruit that caused the vision of the heavens and the earth." Speaking of this, the voice of the broken army dominated.

"Fruit?" Baker Richardson questioned uncertainly.

He certainly didn't think it was the fruit in his own impression, and eagerly wanted to know the true face of what was called the fruit.

"Yes, fruit, no one knows how it was born, where it came from, and no one has even seen its true appearance. But we have all been struggling to fight for it."

"We led our respective forces to fight for the fruit. It was the worst killing since the birth of the earth. It is a sight that you humans can never imagine. Unless one day you wash the ground with a nuclear bomb."

"The melee lasted for a long time, and finally the Lord of the Pantheon won, the ground fire gushed, and the volcano erupted, which brought her great help. It seems that heaven and earth are helping it."

"We were unwilling to fail like this, and entered the Pantheon together, intending to join forces to kill the Lord of the Pantheon and recapture the fruit."

Baker Richardson nodded, which coincided with what he knew. In the end, the eight masters were suppressed and "fall" in the Pantheon: "How did you lose."

"I can't remember the situation at the time. After the recovery, many memories have been lost. Each recovery after death is a process of reorganizing the primitive gods. We will lose a large part of the memory."

Since the endless years, before the fruits appeared, the masters were not in peace, there were frequent fights and killings, and the numbering and reshuffling were not repeated once or twice.

Usually one side is beaten up and the other side stops.

The genes between the masters are incompatible and cannot be swallowed. No one can kill anyone.

At that time, there was no qi training system, and there was no such thing as matrix formation. In terms of creativity, the ancient demon is far behind humans.

"But the Lord of the Pantheon did not succeed in swallowing the power of the fruit. It fell asleep. Like us, we spent incalculable time in the Pantheon. Until twenty years ago, Li Wuxiang was in my confusion. And help to enter the Pantheon, brought out the fruit and the pantheon's lord. "

Li Wu entered the Pantheon for quite a few years. It turned out that they were operating in secret ... Baker Richardson went straight to the subject: "What is the fruit?"

The young teacher took something out of his pocket and threw it to Baker Richardson: "You will understand after seeing this."

Baker Richardson took it, and looked intently, it was a USB stick. As he walked to his desk and turned on the computer, he was alert to the dominator.

The video is not long, but Baker Richardson watched it three times, and the more he watched, the more he was shocked, and the more he watched, the more incredible.

"It's time!" The broken army master opened the door and said the doubts of Baker Richardson, "So far, the power shown by the fruit is retrospective time. The video is the first death of Li Xianyu, and his resurrection is not Because of his powerful ability to heal, but time flows back on him. You must have seen it. "

"But the fruit is not yet mature, we don't know its true power, but we can speculate from the video that the power of fruit is to manipulate time."

"This is the detachment, President Baker. We can live forever, but we can't get rid of time. Fruit can make up for our regrets. As long as we are willing, we can even go back to ancient times and let human civilization collapse in an instant.

"No, that's not what I want ..." Baker Richardson was silent for a long, long time before he broke free from the shocking news.

"But it is undeniable that you want fruit." Po Jun said with a smile.

"and so?"

"So, I ask you to work with us to fight for fruit."

"No matter how you look at it, it's that Baoze has a better chance. I have no reason to help you." President Baker shook his head.

The breaking army dominated "Hehe", "It ’s true that we do n’t have a high chance of not saying anything secretly, but this is exactly the key to our alliance. Baoze won, you think you can be in the Warriors Soul, and in the Pantheon Lord, can you grab the fruit in Qin Ze? "

"They don't want to trust you completely, and not telling you the existence of fruit is the best evidence."

Richardson was silent.

It was right, if Bao Ze won, he would not get fruit, but the problem is ...

"Even if you win, I am not hopeless."

"We are different from Baoze. The alliance between the lords is driven by interests. They are united by benefit, and they must disperse because of profit. After the destruction of Baoze, we will win fruit by our own strength and lose the dust." The broken army master calmly said:

"But Baoze is different. They won't be insulted. They are one iron plate. You are in the Baoze camp and have no chance at all."

I have a chance to align with you?

Baker Richardson began to think about this possibility. He was undoubtedly proud and arrogant, but could not say that he could win the domination.

His biggest advantage is that he has mastered the Association of Superpowers, but the young master's ability restrained him perfectly.

Cooperating with Gu Yao is to make skins with tigers. President Baker understands this deeply. The other party didn't hide this, but told him frankly that he won the fruit and lost as much as possible.

"Does President Baker know the Grasshopper Sword?"

"What do you want to say?"

"In order to prove our sincerity, we are willing to help you deceive the grasshopper sword. This is also the purpose of my coming to you today. Imagine, then, what kind of decision will Baoze make after I lost an extreme avatar."

"They will inevitably set off a war in advance. The grasshopper sword is an important strategic weapon and cannot always stay on the ground. As long as you are staring at the meeting and who the grasshopper sword is used for, you will approach him and we will create opportunities for you. . "

"With the Grasshopper Sword, you have the ability to kill the poles and masters. This is our sincerity."

Baker Richardson fell silent again.

"You don't need to agree now, think carefully."

...

"laugh!"

Baker Richardson took out the grasshopper sword and brought out a black blood, exuding a pungent rancid smell.

He shook his wrist slightly, and spattered red dots appeared on the ground. Grasshopper sword is not stained with blood.

"Happy cooperation!" Qingshi cracked the corner of his mouth, showing a faint smile.

Baker Richardson snorted: "Aren't you afraid I'm the one who stabbed you?"

The young teacher shrugged indifferently: "Then you should give you a first-class work, anyway, it is not fatal for me to die. Anyway, you also understand this truth, but you also lost the opportunity to ally with us and lost the race. Fruit opportunity. "

"Human nature is greedy, and the pursuit of fetishism is the power of every creature. You don't need to be guilty. The Buddha's head should be so."

The young teacher licked his lips and walked towards the Buddha's head.

Huh!

Cold light flashed.

Baker Richardson raised his eyebrows. "What do you want to do?"

"Of course it's tonic." The young teacher stopped and didn't come any closer.

"Your food is there." Baker Richardson pointed at the stump on the ground.

The young teacher said sensibly, "If I have to eat him."

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and after a few seconds, it laughed and laughed: "Just a joke, the Buddha's head died of the grasshopper sword, and his body is poisonous. I would not eat him. I still admire the extreme human beings. Uh In our eyes, eating his opponent is the best respect for him ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ Baker Richardson is relieved.

"The battle is not over yet. Next, you need to play a show with me. Oh, who do you say are the next to come here? Li Xianyu and Qin Ze, or Warriors of the Warriors and the Lord of the Pantheon?"

"If it was Li Xianyu, he might go back in time," Richardson said.

"Then we will win."

Whether Li Xianyu has a retrospective time, the most important reference criterion is whether Wushuang War Spirit and whether he has lost his combat power.

At this moment, a faint golden light lit up the Buddha's brows and hearts, and before Baker Richardson and the young teacher reacted, the wisp of soul had rushed to the sky and exploded silently.

The golden light forms a big buddha with low eyebrows and folded hands, which illuminates the heavens and the earth. After a few seconds, it slowly goes out.

Like a prosperous firework, the buddhist leader Yi Jiazi's splendid bloom.

(End of this chapter)