So I Am A Demon Descendent!

Chapter 706: Fight

The Thunder King stood in the lobby of the headquarters and looked at the map hanging on the wall. The **** alliance's forces were marked with red circles.

Think tanks are studying each other's tactics, and more than a dozen operators are always in touch with the front line.

So far, the situation is very good. The raid was launched at 2:30 in the morning, and it is now 5 in the morning. In the past three hours, six forces of the Bloody Alliance have been wiped out.

There are no super-class forces, and super-class forces are not so easy to annihilate, but it is not difficult to solve the battle before dawn. You know, in this battle that swept across the country ’s vertical line from north to south, all the existing treasures of the eight gods were dispatched.

This is due to Baoze's surveillance. Enough forces are arranged around the periphery of each force, and concealed personnel are secretly monitoring the enemy's every move.

This is the advantage of the official organization. Even if some forces cleared the nearby surveillance personnel, the drones in the sky, the nearby surveillance, etc. are all Baoze's eyes.

Baoze also took measures to cut off electricity and water to several original Buddhist sects in the Blood Alliance.

The enemy is completely under our noses. I know you well and you know nothing about me. Coupled with a surprise attack, he was caught by surprise.

Of course, Baoze also had many casualties. The siege forces of the true truth were almost killed by the regiment. They misjudged the situation and after a round of fire bombing, they all entered the ruins and cleared the battlefield.

But the true priests hid in the underground palace, escaped the bombardment of mortars and armored missiles, and emerged from all directions, killing Baoze troops by surprise.

Only a third of the employees escaped, guarding outside the Quanzhenpai, waiting for the support team to arrive.

The overall casualties were tolerable.

The chief of the think tank coughed: "Master, if there is no accident, you can annihilate the **** alliance before dawn. We will not pay too much, not even as much as the civil strife a month ago."

"This is a good thing, but you don't seem to be happy." Thunder King looked at him.

"Because it's too easy ....." the chief sighed. "Although it's a bit cheap to say so, the victory that is too easy to get is disturbing."

The thunderbolt frowned.

"Do you mean they have any second hand?"

"Unclear, but we have done investigations in various schools and families in the past few days, and found no hidden ancient demon forces. Theoretically, this battle is absolutely stable." The chief responded: "But the king, don't you think it is too simple? . "

Thunder King nodded.

Although Baoze occupies the advantage of the official organization, the power of the Bloody Alliance is closely monitored and fully deployed. Victory seems right.

But the other party is the master, they really deal with it so well?

"From now on, let frontline employees report the situation every ten minutes. The reserve team on the outskirts do a good job of patrolling, leaving no one away and no one close to the battlefield. Blackout the area where the martial arts, blood families are located, Network disconnection. "

"Intensify the supervision of the neutral forces, check their number every hour, and more than ten people are absent. The ten family members were shot and more than 20 people were absent. They were directly fired."

After the thunderbolt king gave an order, he paused and asked, "What else to add?"

The think tank shook his head.

In addition to the frontal battlefield, Baoze also strictly guarded the neutral forces to prevent the two or five who are "secret and undisclosed." At the same time, confidentiality measures were made in the surrounding area.

Turn off the network and power, try to cover up the smoke, and prevent it from appearing in the public view.

Fortunately, with the exception of individual blood families, the bases of all factions are in a heavenly place, and there will be no tourists at night.

The purpose of reporting the situation once every ten minutes is to prevent the master from killing the group, and Baoze did not respond to this situation in a timely manner.

But what is surprising is that the master seems to have no intention of taking a shot, and has adopted a cold-hearted attitude towards the forces that are attracted. Don't care about their survival.

Of course, it is still too early to draw this conclusion, because the **** alliance has not been annihilated, and no one can guarantee that the master will not force later to reverse the situation.

...

Mantra.

The rolling mountains stand silently in the dark, star-like lights dot the mountaintop and mountainside.

At the foot of the mountain, a faint light of fire lit up, and along the steps, the snail climbed and moved towards the top of the mountain.

The Buddha head holding the lantern climbed slowly, surrounded by Baker Richardson wearing a trench coat and blond hair combing back into a big back.

"Is it necessary?" Baker Richardson said.

He wanted to say that it was not necessary for the head of the Buddha to climb the lantern, or to clean up the portal himself. The war has already begun, and the Shingon Sect naturally has Baoze responsible for clearing it, and he does not need to come forward personally.

"Bao Ze does Bao Ze, and I do my own thing." The Buddha's head smiled and said softly: "It is not easy to capture the Shingon Sect. It is a great merit to reduce death."

"If you don't have a flashlight, I can borrow you." President Baker said, he glanced at the grasshopper sword with the Buddha's head on his back. It was wrapped in a black sword sleeve and converged.

"Carrying the lantern is more in line with my temperament." The head of the Buddha rejected his kindness.

Is this ..... in style?

Although the chairman from Michigan was proficient in Chinese, he didn't pretend to have two words in the thesaurus.

The two met for a while, and Richardson suddenly asked, "Buddha head, if you shot with all your strength then, who loses and who wins?"

He saw the Buddha's head with a smile on his face, and was about to speak. He quickly added, "The monk does not slang."

The Buddha's head thought for a while, "What happened in the past is eleven years ago. What is the point of repeating the old tone? We should look at the present and look to the future."

Baker Richardson frowned, showing unwillingness. The Buddha's head didn't answer directly, but he already told him the answer.

"What now?" Richardson asked again.

He had just mastered Jidao from the past, but now ten years have passed, no matter whether it is Qi or abilities, and the increase in Jidao from the same world, it is not the same. On the other hand, the head of the Buddha is over ninety years old, and it is inevitable that blood and blood will decline.

The head of the Buddha was silent and never answered.

Oh, what do I do with an elderly old man, although it is the same realm, but not the same generation. Among my contemporaries, I am well deserved.

The mountain is steep, and the night wind brings the breath of mist and haze in the mountains. The two walked for more than half an hour and finally reached the gate of Shingon Sect. The street lights on the sides of the steps were sprinkled with orange lights. .

Quietly around, there were no janitor monks, and no monks on patrol.

Walking across the pharmacist's hall and continuing up the steps, Baker Richardson looked around and frowned, "Isn't it, such a large temple, not even a single person?"

He swayed mentally, while smelling the scent in the air, he neither caught the living nor smelled bloody.

The Buddha's head sighed: "No one is here, people are naturally at the top of the mountain. They are waiting for us."

"Discovered?" Baker Richardson frowned.

"The only forces out of Buddhism are Shingon Sect and Lushan Temple. It is normal to have corresponding precautions." The head of the Buddha glanced at him side by side: "You contact the person in Baoze and ask if Shinzun retreated in advance. . "

"No need to ask, just go to the top of the mountain to see what happened." Beck Richardson felt that the Buddha's head was treating him as a younger brother, with a cold face, and buried himself in the mountain.

After a while, the Noble Heroes Palace appeared in the field of vision, and they boarded a large platform outside the hall. A huge incense burner was placed in the center of the platform, facing the open hall door.

Looking through the temple door, a tall figure stood with his hands on his back, facing away from the temple door, facing the Buddha.

It seemed to be aware of the approach of the two extreme masters. It turned around, and the red pupils flashed quickly: "Buddha head, wait for you for a long time."

"Amitabha, the poor monk has been looking for you for a long time." The head of the Buddha whispered the Buddhist chant, and threw the paper lantern into the incense burner.

The bright and bright fire light lit up, and the face of the Buddha's head was tinged with red.

"Release the grasshopper sword and return to your Lianghua Temple, and you will still be dead. Otherwise, kill you today and destroy Lianghua Temple tomorrow." The voice of the young teacher who could not distinguish between men and women circulated in the darkness, listening It's weird and scary.

"Before the donor dragged my Buddha door into the water, have you ever thought of giving face to a poor monk?" The head of the Buddha skipped the young master and fell on the tall and compassionate statue of the Buddha wrapped in gold. The poor monk comes. Don't destroy the cleanliness of the Buddhist gate. "

Then he turned to leave.

The young teacher sneered, raised his right arm, and suddenly made a fist.

boom!

The head of the Buddha's head exploded ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The body was covered with cracks, the cracks swam quickly, and the nearly ten-meter-high Buddha image collapsed.

The young teacher laughed and said, "The Buddha's gate is pure, so it's not."

Buddha head paused.

"Amitabha."

In the deep sound of the Buddha's trumpet, the Buddha's head turned sharply, cheering and clapping.

The golden light between the heavens and the earth suddenly lighted up, and the golden palm was pushed out. At the beginning, it was the size of a normal palm, and every time it was pushed out, it was tall. When approaching the Noble Heroes' Hall, the Buddha's palm was a dozen feet tall.

The Daxiong Hall was shattered in paper, the palm of the hand exploded, and turned into a pure air machine that swept the Quartet. The ground was torn, the wind was blowing at the top of the mountain, the woods were shaking, and a scream of "whooting".

This ... Baker Richardson was taken aback. Is the head of the Buddha stunned by anger, or is it so bold that it is not afraid to splurge?

Is the fight like this?

(End of this chapter)