The mechanical Buddha is angry!

The rumbling roar like rolling thunder rolled through the sea of ​​stars, spread across space, transcended the barriers of time and space, and vibrated indescribably in the atmosphere of the ancestral planet Earth.

Even the sound shook the clouds, spontaneously manifesting themselves, and blurry Buddha faces emerged one after another, with ferocious eyes, truly like the Immovable King, the Unparalleled Prisoner!

Click!

Thousands of thunderbolts fell on the edge of the desert, the Atlantic Ocean continued to churn, and the rivers reversed, almost hitting the land in reverse.

The violent wind suddenly came, like a heavy hammer hitting the earth hard.

Mount Kilimanjaro could not help but become a thousand feet shorter, and the vast land hung upside down into the ocean. You can imagine the anger of the mechanical Buddhas at this moment.

The seven Buddha faces all have an angry look.

However, facing the stormy waves crashing on the shore, the man in white short-sleeves in the pavilion raised his palms indifferently and spoke softly.

"Mechanical Buddha, are you a little too arrogant in our primitive region?"

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

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

The upside-down continent rose again, and the roaring ocean was quiet for a while. The wind rose from the ground, furiously hitting the sky, and smashed the six Buddha faces, leaving only the face of the mechanical Buddha Laoshubhatuo lingering.

And this is just the power of Zhao Ming's raising of his hand.

On top of the sacred mountain in the east, there is a sword that is trembling endlessly, as if it is about to be born.

Zhao Ming glared and said calmly: "Go back!"

Whoosh!

The shaking sword immediately returned to calm, and he calmed down his arrogance without showing any magical power.

On the other hand, above the Heavenly Tower, the mechanical Buddha Old Bishubhad lowered his eyes and saw Zhao Ming sitting upright with several blurry projections standing next to him.

Emperor Tian and Northern Emperor Hao Wuqi, God of Cang Heng, Emperor Zhao Ming, Ancestor Yang Shan, King Chu of Yuan Dynasty, Wu Tongtian, Lord of the Sun Amen, Burial of Bones in the Ground, Li Kun...

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

Just one glance and he didn't care anymore.

None of these people could stop him from moving forward. The only person who posed a threat to him was the figure in white: "Zhao Ming, you are really not simple. When I was young, I was as high-spirited and scheming as you were."

"Buddha, that's not you. The dead disappear. You are just a copy and pasted replica. Why are you talking to me about the past and human nature!"

Zhao Ming did not stand up, but crossed his legs calmly, which was not very impressive.

Her black hair is disheveled, like black snakes swimming around. She has white short-sleeved shirts, gray sweatpants, and bare feet. She is as relaxed and casual as if she is at home.

But he wanted to kill the mechanical Buddha's heart when he opened his mouth.

To defeat the enemy, you must first remove the enemy's foundation and never allow him to speak to you from the commanding heights.

Destroy his self-confidence before the conversation can continue.

Mechanical Buddha Lao Bishubhatuo has profound wisdom, and the coldness of thousands of years will not be thawed by one word: "Zhao Ming, Hua Tou, let me tell you another truth. Civilization begins with the victors, history is written by the victors, and only the strong can succeed.

Arrange everything, no matter what means you use, to prevent the return of the saint, you will only seek your own death."

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

Zhao Ming smiled, heartily.

The earth seemed to be trembling with his smile, and the clouds were constantly shaking and stirring, as if the gods were breathing.

He laughs at the powerlessness of the mechanical Buddha at this moment, and he laughs at the fact that the mechanical Buddha is not invincible.

It was only then that the mechanical Buddha burst out with anger. The deep Buddha's face in the sky became thicker and thicker. Dark clouds gathered toward his nose, and purple-red thunder kept rolling in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Zhao Ming, you are seeking death. The seven great Buddhas and elders have come out together to attack the entire galaxy without any opponent. It will be easy to destroy the human race."

"Threaten me? Kill me. Do you think I care?"

Zhao Ming's expression also darkened, and the thick clouds rolled behind him, forming another demonic shadow, which was really like a great demon coming 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 the projections of Hao Wuqi and others turned dark, and they secretly wondered: 'Why does Zhao Ming seem to be more of a villain than a villain? Does he really care about the life and death of all sentient beings?'

Even they doubt whether Zhao Ming is really cold-hearted, let alone Buddha?

In the eyes of the mechanical Buddha, there is only profit, and all external things can be sacrificed and discarded. And Zhao Ming, who is so similar to himself, may really not care about the life and death of living beings.

His conditions cannot suppress Zhao Ming.

Boom~

The only thing that responded to Zhao Ming was the sound of thunder. Other than that, everything was silent, because the mechanical Buddha could not bring out anything new to exchange with Zhao Ming.

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

What he wants...

"Youta!"

Zhao Ming stood up suddenly, regardless of anyone's obstruction, stepped out of the earth with one step, walked out of the Thirty-six Starry Sky Ring with another step, and appeared in the Great Steel Wall of the Buddha Galaxy with another step.

Three steps to reach the halfway point of the Milky Way.

In an instant, the entire galaxy of civilizations was startled again. No one knew how many times they had been startled. Their faces even lost expression and they stretched out their hands indifferently.

"Look, another weird thing!"

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

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

"It is Zhao Ming who colluded with the mechanical Buddha to destroy our civilization. All 72 billion of our compatriots died at the hands of the mechanical Buddha and became sacrifices!"

"It's all caused by Zhao Eishen!"

A bet almost wiped out half of the galaxy's civilization.

One can imagine how angry, panicked and frightened the survivors were. Zhao Ming, as one of the biggest instigators, was deeply hated.

Zhao Ming could bear all this hatred.

Compared to the anger of galactic civilization, humankind's views have changed.

"If it weren't for the Great God Xuantian, it wouldn't be the galactic civilization group that would die, but me, the human race!"

"Although he has done evil to the galaxy, he has benefited mankind. He can be cast aside by the whole universe, but we cannot say anything bad about him!"

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

Except for human beings, everything can be given up. Being one of the same race is lucky, but if one is not the same race, they are all sacrificial bargaining chips.

This is simply a large Shengtian Banzi Qiting.

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

"We really wronged him!"

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

It is said that when you are thirty, you stand firm; when you are forty, you are not confused; when you are fifty, you know your destiny; when you are sixty, your ears are attuned; when you are seventy, you follow your heart's desires without going beyond the rules.

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

He has experienced hardships, glory, and possessions, so he can easily let go, or he can laugh and see, what does honor and disgrace matter to me?

He is so small that he is almost invisible, but he stands at the top of the magnificent Great Steel Wall. The wind of the universe is the most alluring. His robes are whistling and hunting, and his black hair is rolled and raised, as free and natural as a knight.

He lowered his hands and looked quietly at the seven mechanical Buddhas in the Buddha galaxy.

"Do you dare to kill me?"

He spoke calmly but wildly.

Taking another step, he appeared in the sky above the galaxy of Buddhas and cast his gaze to high places.

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

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

Zhao Ming and Mechanical Buddha Lao Bishubhad spoke almost at the same time, and their gazes converged on the same place. It was like two divine swords colliding together, creating substantial waves of radiation.

Under the starry sky, one person and one Buddha stand opposite each other far away.

A moment, or a hundred years.

Time stopped at the moment when the two people looked at each other, everything was meaningless. Their words were like destiny, which could determine the life or death of billions of people.

Everyone who saw this scene understood one thing.

The bet between gods and Buddha has just begun.

Wow~

The corpse of the super ancient saint was almost revived, but it was stuck on the last bit of the process and could not complete the final sublimation.

Zhao Ming raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his hands and raised his head with a smile: "Master Buddha, you don't have much time. If you can't complete the last bit of progress, the saint's head will be useless."

With almost no hesitation, the mechanical Buddha responded decisively.
Chapter completed!