The Raiden King stood in the lobby of the headquarters, looking at the map hanging on the wall, the forces of the Blood Alliance marked with red circles.

The think tank is working on tactics at the same time, and a dozen operators are in constant contact with the front line.

So far, the situation has been very good, the raid was launched at half past two in the morning, and it is now five in the morning. In the past three hours, the six forces of the Blood Alliance have been wiped out.

There are no super-first-class forces among them, and super-first-class forces are not so easy to exterminate, but it is not difficult to resolve the battle before dawn. You must know that in this battle that swept the entire national vertical line from north to south, all the existing Treasure Yagami were dispatched.

This is thanks to Baoze's surveillance, and each force has a sufficient number of covert manpower on the periphery of the force to secretly monitor the enemy's every move.

This is the advantage of the official organization, even if a few forces clean up the nearby surveillance personnel, but the drones in the sky, the nearby monitoring, etc., are the eyes of Baoze.

Bao Ze also took measures to cut off electricity and water for several Origin Buddhist sects in the Blood Alliance.

The enemy is completely right under our noses, I know you all and I know nothing. In addition, it was a surprise attack, which caught the other party off guard.

Of course, Baoze also had a lot of casualties. The troops besieging the Quanzhen faction were almost wiped out, they misjudged the situation, and after a round of fire bombardment, they slaughtered all their troops into the ruins and cleared the battlefield.

But the Quanzhen Taoist priests hid in the dungeon, dodged the bombardment of mortars and armored missiles, and came out from all directions, killing Baoze's troops by surprise.

Only a third of the staff who had escaped were on the perimeter of the Quanzhen Sect, waiting for the support team to arrive.

The overall casualties were bearable.

The chief of the think tank coughed: "Dharma King, if nothing happens, we can annihilate the Bloodline Alliance before dawn, and the price we pay will not be too great, not even as heavy as the civil strife a month ago." ”

"That's a good thing, but you don't seem happy. The Thunderbolt King looked at him.

"Because it's too easy," the Chief sighed, "It's a bit cheap to say that, but it's too easy to win, and it's unsettling." ”

The Thunderbolt King frowned.

"You mean they have a backhand?"

"I don't know,

But we have done investigations in various sects and families in the past few days, and we have not found any latent ancient demon forces. In theory, this battle is a sure thing. The chief replied, "But don't you think it's too simple, Your Holiness." ”

The Thunderbolt King nodded.

Although Bao Ze has the advantage of the official organization, the power of the Blood Alliance is firmly monitored, and it is fully deployed. Victory seemed rightly deserved.

But the other party is the master, are they really so easy to deal with?

"From now on, have frontline employees report every 10 minutes. The reserves on the periphery do a good job of patrolling, not letting anyone leave, not letting anyone approach the battlefield. Carry out power outages and network disconnection in the areas where the sects and blood families are located. ”

"Strengthen the supervision of the neutral forces, count their numbers every hour, more than 10 people are absent, shoot the families of those 10 people, and more than 20 people are absent, and bombard them directly. ”

After the Thunderbolt King gave the order, he paused and asked, "What else do you want to add?"

The think tank shook its head.

In addition to the frontal battlefield, Baoze also carried out strict supervision of neutral forces to prevent them from being "secretive" two or five boys. At the same time, confidentiality measures have been taken for the surrounding area.

The network was cut off and the power was cut off, and the smoke of this gunpowder was covered up as much as possible to prevent it from appearing in the public eye.

Fortunately, except for a few bloodline families, the bases of all sects and factions are all in the blessed land, and there will be no tourists at night.

The purpose of reporting the situation once in ten minutes is to prevent the situation where the master shoots out the group and Bao Ze does not react in time.

But what is surprising is that the juggernaut does not seem to have any intention of making a move, and adopts a cold attitude towards the forces that are being wooed. They don't care if they survive.

Of course, it is too early to draw this conclusion, because the Bloodline Alliance has not been annihilated, and no one can guarantee that the Juggernaut will not exert his strength later to turn the situation around

Shingon Buddhism.

Mountains stand silently in the night, and star-like lights dot the summits and mountainsides.

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

Carrying a lantern on the head of the Buddha slowly climbs the mountain, next to Baker Richardson, who is wearing a trench coat and has his blonde hair combed back into a big back.

"Is it necessary?" said Baker Richardson.

He wanted to say that there was no need for the head of the Buddha to carry a lantern to climb the mountain, nor to clean the portal himself. The war has begun, and Shingon Sect naturally has Bao Ze in charge of purging it, and there is no need for him, a Buddhist boss, to come forward in person.

"Baoze does Baoze's business, and I do my own thing. The Buddha's smiling expression and gentle tone: "It is not easy to conquer the Shingon Sect, and it is a great merit to be able to die less." ”

"If you don't have a flashlight, I can lend you. President Baker said, glancing at the Pheasant Sword, which was being carried behind by the Buddha's head, and it was encased in a black sword holster, rescuing the coldness.

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

Is this a statement?

Although the president from Mirican is proficient in Chinese, he does not pretend to be forced in the thesaurus.

The two walked for a while, and Richardson suddenly asked, "Buddha head, if you shot with all your strength back then, who would lose and who would win?"

When he saw the Buddha smiling and about to speak, he quickly added, "Monks don't speak. ”

The Buddha thought for a moment, "What is the point of repeating the old tune after the past 11 years ago? We should look to the present and look forward to the future." ”

Baker Richardson frowned, his face was unwilling, and the Buddha did not answer directly, but he had already told him the answer.

"And now?" asked Richardson again.

Back then, he had just mastered the Extreme Dao Peerless Technique, and now ten years have passed, whether it is the qi or the ability, nor the increase in the Extreme Dao Peerless Technique, it is not the same. On the other hand, the head of the Buddha is already more than 90 years old, and it is inevitable that his qi and blood will decay.

The head of the Buddha was silent and did not answer.

Oh, what am I doing with an old man, although I am in the same realm, but not the same generation. Among my contemporaries, I am a well-deserved invincible.

The mountain is steep, and the night wind brings the breath of mountain haze, and the two walked for more than half an hour, and finally arrived at the gate of Shingon Buddhism, the street lamps on both sides of the steps shed orange lights, and the first hall inside the door was the medicine man.

It was quiet all around, there were no monks guarding the door, and there were no monks patrolling.

Walking through the Medicine Master Hall and continuing up the steps, Baker Richardson looked around and frowned, "Something is wrong, such a big temple, there is not even a person?"

He sparkled his spiritual power while sniffing the air, neither catching a living person nor smelling blood.

The Buddha sighed: "There is no one here, people are naturally on the top of the mountain." They're waiting for us. ”

"Discovered?" Baker Richardson frowned.

"Among the forces that have broken away from Buddhism, there are only two super-first-class forces of Shingon Buddhism and Ritsusan Temple. It's normal to be prepared. The Buddha glanced sideways at him: "You contact the people of Baoze and ask if the Shingon Sect has retreated in advance." ”

"You don't need to ask, just go to the top of the mountain and take a look. Baker Richardson felt that the Buddha was treating himself as a little brother, and he had a cold face and buried himself in the mountain.

In the middle of the day, the Daxiong Hall appeared in view, and they climbed to the large platform outside the hall, and a huge incense burner was placed in the center of the platform, facing the open temple door.

Looking through the temple gate, a tall figure stood with his hands in his hands, facing away from the temple door and facing the Buddha.

As if sensing the approach of the two extreme path masters, it turned around, and its red eyes immediately brightened: "Buddha head, I've been waiting for you for a long time." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk has been looking for you for a long time. The head of the Buddha recited the Buddha's name in a low voice, and threw the paper lantern into the incense burner.

The bright and bright firelight lit up, and the Buddha's head and face reflected a touch of red.

"Put down the grass pheasant sword, go back to your Lianghua Temple, and you can still die. Otherwise, I will kill you today, and then destroy Lianghua Temple tomorrow. The young master couldn't tell the difference between men and women, and the voices were spreading in the dark, which sounded weird and scary.

"Before the donor dragged me into the water, did you ever think about giving face to the poor monk?" The Buddha's gaze skipped over the young master and landed on the tall and compassionate statue of the Buddha wrapped in gold: "If you want a grass pheasant sword, then follow the poor monk." Don't destroy the purity of the Buddha's door. ”

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

The young master sneered, raised his right arm, and suddenly clenched his fist.

Bang!

The head of the Buddha exploded, the body was full of cracks, the cracks swam quickly, and the Buddha statue nearly ten meters high collapsed inch by inch.

The young master sneered: "The Buddha Gate is pure, so it's not." ”

Buddha head paused.

"Amitabha. ”

In the heavy sound of the Buddha's horn, the Buddha's head turned suddenly, the robe was encouraging, and he slapped a palm.

The golden light between heaven and earth suddenly lit up, and the golden palm was pushed out, which was the size of a normal palm at first, and every foot it was pushed out, it was one zhang high. When approaching the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Buddha's palm is more than ten zhang high.

The Daxiong Treasure Hall was shattered like papier-mâché, the Buddha's palm exploded, turning into a pure qi machine and sweeping in all directions, the ground was torn, the wind blew on the top of the mountain, and the woods shook, making a terrible cry of "huhu".

This Baker Richardson was taken aback, was the Buddha head carried away by anger, or was he so majestic that he was not afraid to squander?

Is this how the fight is fought?