In the wasteland far away from the Shinyan Sect, Baker Richardson sat cross-legged on the ridge of the field. His chest rose and fell, and there seemed to be thunder coming from his breathing.
The tender green rice seedlings stood quietly in the night, their roots soaked in the water.
Suddenly, the water rippled, and Baker Richardson opened his eyes. He saw a man with a bald forehead and a long braid at the back of his head. He stood in the water as if he was standing on flat ground.
With a smile, he nodded at Baker Richardson.
[Whip] He was most likely the prodigy that Destroyer Ruler mentioned, Dorgon, who possessed a human body to take over the Ancient Fey Authority and was the only one who managed to research the method to devour remains. From a certain perspective, he was just as talented as the Bewitching Dao, Wang Chen.
Beck Richardson thought to himself as he nodded in response.
He was a little afraid of Dorgon, but he was not afraid. In terms of combat, he had strong confidence. Whether it was the Ruler or other extreme Daos, they were no match for him.
What President Baker lacked was a way to defeat the enemy. The Ruler was too durable, so his close combat ability could not be used.
But now, with the Kusanagi sword, his strength had undergone a qualitative change. He was no longer as fierce as a tiger, but his actual battle record was 0.5.
Moreover, he had the Superpower Association as his backing. This was his confidence to fight for the fruit and to form an alliance with the Ancient Daos.
However, after killing the Buddha head, he completely broke off with Bosch.
He already had a plan for how to fight, but since they had formed an alliance, everyone had to discuss it together.
Not long after, a black shadow broke through the air and landed steadily, forming a triangular formation with Baker Richardson and Dorgon.
"He didn't go back in time." Qing Shi looked in the direction of the Shinyan Sect.
Dorgon sneered. "Isn't this expected? There's no need to activate Plan B."
If Li Xianyu went back in time, they would definitely win. Unfortunately, there was no such thing in the world. It was not a loss even if he did not go back in time. At least, he killed the Buddha head and obtained the Kusanagi sword.
After this incident, it was proven that Li Xianyu's Time Reversal was not invincible. Baker Richardson did not feel much, but Qing Shi and Dorgon, who had been on tenterhooks for a while, felt relieved and full of confidence.
"We can take advantage of this victory."
With the Kusanagi sword in hand, Baker Richardson's confidence was unprecedented.
"You can't beat him." Dorgon shook his head.
"Yes, I really can't beat him." Master Qing added, "Although you have the Kusanagi sword, Peerless Battle Soul and the master of the Pantheon Palace can challenge any one of us. Dorgon was no longer at the peak of the Extreme Grade. Of my two clones, one was injured by the Sword of Qi, while the other was injured by the Kusanagi Sword. They didn't have much energy left. Do you think you can beat them with just the two of you? "
The two Juggernauts had been through hundreds of battles. This was not the first time they had fought against Bosch's camp, so they were very familiar with each other's strength.
"However, when I recover, the three of us and one sword will have a good chance of winning." Master Qing chuckled. "Kill Ji Dao and capture Li Xianyu alive."
Baker Richardson said, "Will you be following me to the United States or staying in China?"
"What are you planning to do?" The two Hegemons looked at him at the same time.
"This is Bosch's territory, after all. If Bosch is really determined to destroy us at all costs, do you dare to say that you can win?" Richardson flicked the blade with his finger, making a clanging sound. "I manage the largest Blood Kin in the world."
At dawn, a helicopter landed at Lianhua Temple, the propellers stirring the air, making a dull 'da da' sound.
Li Xianyu and Dan Chenzi carried a stretcher down, the Buddha's head lying on the stretcher, covered with a white cloth.
Great-grandmother and Li Peiyun came out of the cabin, but Ice Shard did not come.
They walked in silence, no one had any expression on their faces, it was solemn and serious.
Pushing open the door of the Buddha's head meditation room, Li Xianyu carefully placed the old monk on the bed, whispering, "Go get Jiese."
At this time, Jiese had not woken up yet, there was still half an hour before the morning class.
Dan Chenzi knocked on the door of Jiese's meditation room, the handsome monk in white pajamas looked at the person who should not have appeared at the door with sleepy eyes.
"Why is it you?"
Dan Chenzi glanced at him, then looked away, not daring to look him in the eye. "The Buddha's head is back."
Jiese had just revealed a joyful expression, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong. Why did Dan Chenzi come to inform him?
He looked at the familiar young Daoist again, his eyes were red, his expression was one of deep sorrow.
Jiese's heart skipped a beat, he nodded expressionlessly, walked past Dan Chenzi, and walked towards his master's meditation room.
As he walked, he walked faster and faster, his footsteps becoming more and more hurried, until he was running.
"Clang!"
He slammed open the door and stared at the bed. The old monk, who had always been sitting cross-legged, was now lying there.
It was a cold, soulless body.
Six o 'clock in the morning.
The morning bell rang, again and again, as if there was no end to it.
Cries resounded throughout Mount Emei, the mountains and plains were filled with wails.
On this morning, when the sun rose, the construction team of the Shang Qing Sect began a new busy day. After clearing the ruins, they were now in the midst of reconstruction.
This was because the buildings in Daoist temples were usually two stories, or even one story, the difficulty of construction was very low, they only needed to put up some steel frames, and then they could start building houses.
Qin Ze bathed in the golden morning glow, wearing tattered clothes, and arrived at the Shang Qing Sect with a face full of fatigue.
He did not climb to the top of the mountain, but paused for a moment at the mountainside, found the small path, passed through the newly sprouting branches and lush shrubs, and arrived in front of the yellow mud house.
"Senior, I am Qin Ze, the CEO of the Bosch Group."
He stood in front of the courtyard and shouted.
A few minutes later, the wooden door creaked open, and an old Daoist carrying a bamboo broom walked out, his shoulders hunched.
He glanced at him and said, "I don't know you."
"I brought you wine." He took out box after box of wine from his wallet as if he had already prepared for this. Distilled wine, rice wine, yellow wine, grape wine, whiskey, a wide variety, all of them expensive.
"I was thinking, my love of wine shouldn't be known to the whole world, let a leader of the Bosch Group like you know about it." The old Daoist clicked his tongue, reluctantly moving away from the mountain of wine boxes.
"It was Dan Chenzi who told me." Qin Ze said.
"I don't know you, sir, why did you come here?" The old Daoist waved his hand, the box opened automatically, and a bottle of rice wine appeared in his hand. He unscrewed the lid, took a sniff, took a sip, and nodded with satisfaction.
Qin Ze also smiled.
"I also struggled to come here, unless I had no other choice, I really don't want to bother you."
The old Daoist took a sip of wine.
"You don't know me, but the other you knows me." Qin Ze said, "He also taught me the Sword of Qi."
The old Daoist paused.
"Daoist Wang Chen," Qin Ze bowed deeply, "thank you, Daoist, for teaching me the sword."
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