The Smiling Buddha seemed to be getting fatter and fatter, like a puff.
Its eyes contained unprecedented anger and murderous intent. It called itself the Smiling Buddha and had long ago said that monks should not kill. Now it was ready to break this precept.
"Actually, you can ask him to stop. All you have to do is listen to him, release those humans outside who are of little use to you, and negotiate a deal... That would be peace talks, wouldn't it?"
The black dress was strangely elegant, and he paid attention to his tone when speaking, which formed a sharp contrast with the exasperated Smiling Buddha.
"Damn it! I'm already extremely annoyed to be chatting with such a lowly weirdo like you, and you still want me to talk to humans, or even trade with them! Do you really think I dare not offend Destroy City?"
"You know—this is the Western Paradise!"
The Smiling Buddha was afraid of Bai Ling'er, but at the same time, he didn't know who Bai Ling'er was. After all, they were both destroying a city, and it was within his own scene. No matter how strong he was, could he kill him?
The man in the black suit sighed awkwardly, "I don't even know if my face is still valuable anymore."
"You have no dignity! Do you really think you can act like that shadowy person, just because you killed a little golden light, you can act so pretentious in front of me!"
The Smiling Buddha is angry, but the monks around him are still smiling. This contrast alone makes the picture very vivid.
When the Smiling Buddha had previously eliminated the Golden Light Youth, he had seen the strange side of the Man in Black Dress. He was indeed surprised by the ability to control the Netherworld Flame, and he even pondered the versatility of this trick for a while.
But in fact, it is also very strong!
Not to mention anything else, if all the golden monks under his seat are mobilized, the so-called Four Evils of Xiangyu will have to temporarily avoid the attack, and even Yunyu will have to make way for it!
The Smiling Buddha was furious, and a smiling monk slowly stood up in front of it, walking towards the man in black formal attire strangely, smiling as he walked, looking very cool, which formed a sharp contrast with the angry Smiling Buddha behind him.
"This Buddha counts three times. If you don't retreat, you will die!"
The man in the black suit made a strange sound of clicking his tongue, hesitated for a long time, and finally took out a worn-out ring from his body.
"I might not be able to talk to you as Podao Xiaogui, so what if I use this identity?"
The Smiling Buddha narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked at the ring that did not have any scary aura. The first thing that jumped out of his eyes was contempt and impatience, but after looking at it for a while, there was also a hint of surprise.
"Is this its keepsake? How could a mere wielder like you possess such a tool?"
"Hmm... any luck?"
The man in the black suit strangely put it away and said sincerely:
"Actually, you helped this human last time, and he's not ungrateful. He definitely isn't coming here to embarrass you this time."
A look of hesitation flashed across the Smiling Buddha's eyes as he realized that he couldn't even see through a mere broken Taoist.
Judging from its performance, it seems that its strength is not as low as it appears. Judging from its words and actions, it seems to have the attitude of destroying the city.
But... I have never heard of such a thing as a city being destroyed and a road being broken.
You have to know that the origins of destroying a city and breaking a path are worlds apart. It's like when you play a game, you choose a character with extremely thick health, and he just happens to survive after being beaten to a drop of blood.
It's simply unrealistic.
After ruling out this option, we can only guess that this little ghost must be a student under Meng Po.
Apart from this, there are very few channels for Podao to contact the city destruction.
Thinking of this, whether it was for the token, to give face to Meng Po, or to give face to the weak woman outside who looked like Miecheng, he should bring that human in.
Thinking of this, the Smiling Buddha suddenly shook, and his aura spread out from the golden Buddha and echoed for several miles. The smiling monks on the street who looked like corpses all fell to their knees on the ground, and their smiles all disappeared.
Wisps of golden light returned to the body of the Smiling Buddha, and the pain of the backlash was alleviated a little.
After the souls of the smiling monks who were paraded through the streets returned to their bodies, most of them held their heads and cried bitterly.
Some people went crazy, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, unable to tell which was real, and even gouged out their eyeballs with their hands to prove that they were not dreaming.
Lin Fan stopped throwing the paper money and looked at the "fate" in front of him. It was already a three-meter-tall smiling Buddha, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.
"Strange, why is it over so quickly?"
Although tens of millions were invested, there was no upper limit to the scene rules. If one wanted to burst it, the Smiling Buddha himself would have to be injured by the backlash. If one wanted to destroy the city and cause injuries, tens of millions of underworld money would be too little.
As for whether Bai Ling'er would be unable to protect him after the shock, he was actually not worried at all.
The fact that the Smiling Buddha chose this kind of trial rule with no upper limit shows that it cares a lot about the ghost money. As long as the ghost money is in place, it will definitely be able to resolve the past grudges.
As for why Lin Fan was willing to spend a lot of money on it, the most important reason was that it had saved his life in Longhu Mountain. Even though his original intention was to watch it fight to the death with the golden boy, if he only looked at the result, it would be difficult for him to survive without it.
So if it wants it, what's the point of giving it?
But I never expected that the other party couldn't hold on after just over 10 million, which was far below expectations.
After thinking about it, Lin Fan shouted to the group of monks who had regained their consciousness:
"Did you hear clearly what I said earlier?"
"I hear…I hear clearly."
"clear."
"From now on, I will be the dog of Jianghai City."
The man with strong willpower squirmed his body and stared at Lin Fan with his eyes, not because of hatred, but because he wanted to remember the face of his benefactor in his heart and repay him in the future.
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