In the wasteland far away from the Zhenyan Sect, Baker Richardson sat cross-legged on the ridge of the field, his chest undulating, as if thunder was heard coming from his breath.

The tender green rice seedlings stand quietly in the dark night, with their roots soaked in water.

The water suddenly rippled, and Baker Richardson opened his eyes and saw a man with a bare forehead and a braid on the back of his head. He was standing in the water, as if standing on the flat ground.

He nodded at Baker Richardson with a smile.

The whip should be the only genius who, in the sense that the master of Pojun, who invaded the power of the ancient monster, studied the method of devouring the remains, was as amazing as the demon Dao Wangchen.

Baker Richardson thought to himself and nodded in response.

He was a little afraid of Dorgon, but he was not afraid either. In terms of fighting, he had strong confidence. Whether he was the master or other extremes, he was not his opponent.

What President Baker lacks is the means of controlling the enemy. The master is too durable and makes his close abilities unable to play a role.

But now with the Kusanagi Sword, his strength has undergone a qualitative change. It is no longer a fierce operation, with an actual record of 0.5.

Moreover, he has the Super Powers Association as a backing, which is his confidence to compete for fruits and to form an alliance with the ancient demons.

However, after killing Buddha's head, he and Baoze completely broke up.

He already has a draft of how to fight later, but since he has formed an alliance, everyone has to discuss it together.

Soon, a black shadow broke through the air and landed steadily, forming a triangular force with Baker Richardson and Dorgon.

"He didn't go back to time." Qingshi looked at the direction of Zhenyan Sect from afar.

Dorgon sneered: "Isn't this expected? There is no need to start Plan B."

If Li Xianyu looks back at the time, they will definitely win, but unfortunately there is no such beautiful thing in the world. If you don’t look back, you won’t lose. At least you will kill the Buddha’s head and get the Kusanagi Sword.

After this incident, it proved that Li Xianyu's time retracement was not invincible. Baker Richardson did not feel much, but Qing Shi and Dorgon, who had been worried for a while, felt relieved and full of confidence.

"We can definitely pursue the victory." Baker Richardson, holding Kusanagi sword, was extremely confident.

"I can't beat it." Dorgon shook his head.

"Well, I can't beat it." Qingshi echoed: "Although you got the Kusanagi Sword, the Wushuang War Soul and the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods can fight any of us alone. Dorgon is no longer the peak of the extreme Taoism. My two clones, one was injured by the Qi Sword and the other was injured by the Kusanagi Sword, have no more energy. You two alone can beat them?"

Both masters have experienced many battles and have fought with Baoze’s camp more than once, so they are very clear about each other’s combat power.

"However, when I recover, the three of us will have a sword, and the chances of winning are enough." Qing Shiran said: "Kill Guangjidao and capture Li Xianyu alive."

Baker Richardson said: "Do you go to the United States with me or stay in China?"

"What are you going to do?" The two masters looked at him at the same time.

"After all, this is Baoze's territory. Baoze is really determined and has burned both jade and stones. At all costs, you dare to say that you can win safely?" Richardson bounced his sword and made a clanging sound: "I manage the world's largest bloodborne body."

At dawn, a helicopter landed at Lianghua Temple, and the propeller stirred the air and made a dull "dial" sound.

Li Xianyu and Dan Chenzi carried the stretcher down, and the stretcher was lying on the Buddha's head and covered with white cloth.

Grandma Zu and Li Peiyun then left the cabin, but Bing Zhazi did not come.

Walking silently, no expression on anyone's face, solemn and heavy.

Pushing open the door of the Buddha's head room, Li Xianyu carefully placed the old monk on the bed and whispered: "Go and call me to quit sex."

At this time, the quit has not yet gotten up, and there is still half an hour before morning class.

Dan Chenzi knocked on the door of the Jiese Zen Room. The handsome monk was wearing white pajamas, with sleepy eyes, and looked at the person who should not have appeared at the door in shock.

"Why are you?"

Dan Chenzi glanced at him, looked away, and didn't dare to look at him: "The Buddha's head is back."

As soon as he showed joy, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why did Dan Chenzi come to inform him?

Looking at this familiar young Taoist priest, his eyes were red and his expression was filled with sadness.

Jiese's heart skipped a beat. He nodded expressionlessly, walked over Dan Chenzi and towards his master's Zen room.

As I walked, I became faster and faster, my pace became faster and faster, and finally I started running wildly.

"Clang!"

He knocked open the door and stared at the bed. The old monk who had always sat cross-legged in the past was lying there.

It is a cold, soulless body.

Six o'clock in the morning.

The morning bell rang, one after another, one after another, and there seemed to be no end.

Crying sounded throughout Emei, and wailing sounds were heard all over the mountains and fields

On this morning when the sun is rising, the construction team of the Shangqing School has begun a new day of busyness. After completing the cleaning of the ruins, it has now been put into reconstruction.

Because the buildings in Taoist temples are usually two floors or even one floor, the construction is very difficult, you only need to build some steel frames to start building a house.

Qin Ze came to Shangqing School with a tired face in the golden morning glow, wearing his broken clothes.

He did not reach the top of the mountain, paused for a moment at the hillside, found the path, passed through the spitting new branches and leaves, lush shrubs, and came to the yellow mud house.

"Senior, I am Qin Ze, the CEO of Baoze Group."

He stood in front of the yard and shouted loudly.

A few minutes later, the wooden door creaked open, and the old Taoist priest carrying a bamboo broom walked out with his shoulders hunched over.

He glanced at him: "I don't know."

"I brought you wine." He had prepared a lot of boxes of wine from his wallet, including distilled wine, rice wine, rice wine, wine, and whiskey.

"I'm thinking, the reputation of my love of wine will not be known to everyone in the world. Let you, the leader of Baoze, hear it." The old Taoist priest said "tsk" and reluctantly moved away from the wine box that had accumulated as many as a mountain.

"It was Dan Chenzi who told me." Qin Ze said.

"I don't know you, what's the point of coming here?" The old Taoist priest waved, the box opened automatically, bought a bottle of rice wine, unscrewed the lid, smelled it first, then sucked it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Qin Ze also smiled.

"I also came after a lot of struggle. If I had no choice, I really didn't want to talk to seniors."

The old Taoist priest was drinking in small sips.

"You don't know me, but you know me the other one." Qin Ze said: "He also passed on my sword of breath."

The old Taoist priest lived.
Chapter completed!