"Naturally, I don't mind life and death."

"So please!"

The Buddha waved his hand, and two streams of blood appeared on the body of the Blood-handed Man, and the blood hit the head of the extraordinary person who had just been pierced through the pipa bone by Maitreya Buddha, breaking the three flowers on his top.

The man's face became paler, and the three flowers's spirit had dissipated.

At this time, the Buddha glanced at the remaining extraordinary people and said:

"What are you still hesitating about?"

As soon as these words came out, all the extraordinary people sitting in place moved.

But in a moment, the people locked in the dark chains had completely fallen to the ground, blood flowing, and the breathing in the air seemed to be tightened.

The Buddha slowly stood up and looked at the bloodstains on the ground and said:

"The quantity is just right, but some of you seem to want to get away with it."

He reached out and pressed his hand on the people whose five energy was not dissipated, shocked their five energy, and then turned his head to look at everyone and said:

"If there is no slander, it's a pity."

The dark mist overflowed from the Buddha's body, and three people suddenly fell to the ground with ferocious faces in the crowd.

The Buddha reached out and knocked on the table. The three of them exploded in an instant, and blood splashed all the people present.

The villa was filled with a strong smell of blood, like a battlefield of slaughter. The blood flowed out from the corpse and overflowed on the ground.

After picking up a hand towel and wiping his hands, Buddha threw it on one of the dead bodies. A hoarse voice slowly rang out with a crazy sound.

"I'm not a devil either, after all, I've given them a chance."

"What do you think?"

Everyone in the villa was silent, and no one dared to say anything.

The Buddha didn't seem to care much about everyone's answers. After no one answered, he slowly spoke:

"It seems that no one has any objections, so......Let's talk about some serious matters."

"This time I want to integrate the entire Jiangyin Superman dark world because everyone's resources are too scattered, and there will often be accidents because they are not professional enough."

"I will now count the resources under you. Please cooperate with me. Maitreya Buddha and the Blood Hand Man Slaughter will do it. No one has any objection, right?"

There is still no answer, and no one wants to be the first to be a success at this time.

Master Buddha smiled and said:

"The two of you have a bigger face than me."

"The Buddha has been awarded."

The Blood Hand Man bowed his hand, and then seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the Buddha.

"I know you may have something to ask me, but I do have some temporary things to deal with now and don't have time. I will talk to you later."

Seeing this, Blood Hand Man Tu had to nod.

"Then Master Buddha invited me!"

After the Buddha turned around and left the villa with the punk Zhang, after the Buddha left, the Blood Hand Man Tu and Maitreya Buddha sorted out the resources of everyone, and the two sat in the courtyard.

Blood Hand Man Tu put down the information in his hand and looked at Maitreya Buddha's Taoism:

"How much do you think you have the chance of winning against him?"

Maitreya Buddha still had a smile on his face, but there seemed to be fear in his eyes.

"Not less than 30%."

Blood Hand Man Tu nodded and said:

"He is in a strange state, but at this time, it may be no longer inferior to the monk in the fourth step."

"What a scary speed!"

“It has to be scary.”

Under the night, lights were already lit in the villa. Under the lights, no one knew what the future would be.

………

At this time, in the barren mountains, the grass was growing, and in the dilapidated old house, Buddha took the gangster Zhang into the courtyard of the old house.

As soon as he walked into the house, the old servant came to greet him first.

"Mr. Buddha, has it been solved?"

The Buddha paused slightly:

"Basically, there are not many problems."

"Is that one here?"

The old servant nodded and said:

"I've been waiting for the Buddha in the house."

He took off his sunglasses and threw them to the old servant. The Buddha threw the gangster Zhang behind him and walked into the old house alone.

This man who had previously called the wind and rain in the dark world of Jiangyin Superman was extremely silent at this time, as if waiting for the judgment of his own destiny.

In the old house, under the orange lights, the bamboo chairs were no longer covered in dark mist, but a man in black clothes was sitting there.

He gently flipped an old book, which was a hint of yellow, like the traces of the erosion of time.

There was a slight tremor in the Buddha's heart. The man was obviously sitting there, but he could not feel the trace of the other party's existence.

Is this the immortal?

The Buddha felt that the man sitting there was an immortal, a high and eternal and immortal existence.

"Sit down when you come."

Lord Buddha sat honestly on a short stool beside the man in black. At this time, he was not like a madman who killed people in front of countless extraordinary people, but like a good student.

"Mr. Ming, I've done the matter."

Wen Zhengming put the books in his hand on the table and turned to look at Lord Buddha.
Chapter completed!