Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 128 Eight Devil Qi?
The demon dragon's eyes became even more gloomy, and he couldn't help but look back, the gloomyness gradually turned into anger.

How dare this lowly evil spirit!
It's okay to defeat him with a spell, and he can bear to mock him, but there is still a girl in his arms during the fight, isn't it a bit too disrespectful to him, the devil dragon?

He is a noble devil!
The more the devil dragon thought about it, the more angry he became, and his speed became faster and faster, the moment he rushed out of the water.

boom!
He stopped abruptly, confronting the water flow driven by him, and the flames on his body burst into flames and resolutely slammed back.

"Look at me!"

A female voice sounded, with a strong sense of excitement, the devil dragon was stunned, and an inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart.

Before he could figure out the source of his anxiety, a strong sense of crisis enveloped his whole body.

Immediately below the surface of the sea, a thick beam of light struck instantly, and horror appeared in the eyes of the devil dragon: "Dragon blast?"

boom!
Before the words were finished, a loud noise slammed down the sea area, and the devil dragon flew upside down without any power to fight back, leaving only a burnt smell in the air.

"Hey, I've wanted to play with it for a long time, but unfortunately I never had a chance!" Xiaoyu said excitedly, stretching out the evil spirit shield with one hand, feeling the water flow, her eyes were full of joy.

Luo Qing looked up, and said helplessly, "Although the Dragon Talisman is very powerful, my evil spirit's gaze was also knocked out, so I can't find him now."

Xiaoyu was taken aback, and stuck out her tongue: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, the devil can't be killed at all. At most, I want to see if I can seal him, and it will be the same next time." Luo Qing looked up at the sky, his eyes were thoughtful, just now he seemed to feel the breath of a different time and space
Yes. Hell?
Who is connecting with the devil dragon?This plot is getting more and more incomprehensible.
Xiaoyu was happy, and immediately hugged Luo Qing's waist, buried her head in his arms and said, "You are so kind, if Uncle Long will definitely say me."

"Of course, we are... best friends." Luo Qing said with a smile, suddenly paused, and scratched his head helplessly: "How do we go back? Fly slowly?"

Xiaoyu looked around, but she didn't see the little elf, but she didn't care too much, and said happily: "Of course, I also want to see the killer whale, it seems that I heard that it is very friendly, you Take me there."

Luo Qing looked around and said helplessly, "Okay, but they may not like my approach, but I can grab one and play with you for a while."
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High in the sky, behind a cloud.

"You seem to have a bad relationship with that saint of order?" Ximu's projection appeared, looking at the embarrassed little dragon and said with interest.

"What kind of shit is a saint of order, he's just a lowly evil spirit!" the devil dragon said angrily, and his tattered body was also recovering rapidly.

"Low." Ximu muttered these two words, raised his head and smiled and said, "5 years ago it was indeed low, but not necessarily now, the upper limit of the race of evil spirits is the king, and the king of the Dharma-ending era is heaven. "

A trace of disdain flashed in the eyes of the demon dragon, and he said lightly: "Uncle Ba, don't say these are useless, I am still very interested in the cooperation you mentioned, why don't you talk about this first?"

Ximu said with a smile on his face: "I originally wanted you to join the order, but it seems that you are not happy now."

The devil dragon did not hide his contempt at all, and said indifferently: "What is the value of a thing that has been dismantled by the old man?"

The emotion in Ximu's eyes gradually became incomprehensible, and his tone was a little brisk: "Since you don't want to, then there is another way."

The devil dragon became interested: "What way?"

Ximu looked around and said in a low voice: "The undead gods once sealed us into this Jedi. This seal is not a simple seal. Even if we go out, the hell will always mark us."

As he spoke, his tone gradually became strange: "And this kind of mark is not ordinary. It is composed of a part of the origin of the devil and the origin of the god. The two forces have gradually formed a balance over a long period of time. No longer affected by the devil Or the manipulation of the gods."

There was a hint of surprise in the eyes of the devil dragon, the devil-level origin also added the god's origin, why didn't the old guy mention it?

Ximu seemed to see his doubts, and said with a smile: "The origin of the gods restricts our approach, but it gives all the same things the ability to seal us."

"For example, your father, Shendu, any long sword combined with a unique spell can send him to hell, and the reason for all this is the god's token from the source!"

Seeing the greed in the eyes of the demon dragon, the smile on Ximu's face became more sincere: "As long as you gather the magic energy in the tokens of the eight gods, then you can have the power of a king. At that time, in this era, you... will be the sky!" "

"What do I need to pay? Or what do you want me to do?" Devil Xiaolong suppressed his greed, and asked calmly: "I don't believe that Uncle Ximu will tell me this unconditionally."

Ximu's face was still gentle, and his tone seemed to be casual: "Of course there are conditions, as long as you help me kill Santa Claus and remove the body of the angel at the North Pole."

The greed in the devil's eyes was completely undisguised: "Of course, this is as it should be."
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Christmas space.

The holy master threw out a flame whip with gloomy eyes, and the opposite father dried pufferfish instantly released a green beam of light, and the two clashed and disappeared invisible.

He couldn't help but look at the scarlet enchantment. It's been almost 10 minutes. With the speed of the devil dragon, the secret should have been completed 5 minutes ago, but Santa's aura hasn't disappeared yet!
The most important thing is that this old man's magic power is too tm profound, this is not something a great mage can do at all!

It's like... the whole world is giving him magic power, causing his magic power to be inexhaustible.

The old man was also panting slightly, and looked at the Holy Master solemnly. After more than ten minutes of magic confrontation, the magister should have got down too. Can this Holy Master be worthy of being a source of demons?

"Sir, ready!"

At this time, a loud voice broke the deadlock.

The old man's eyes lit up, and the spell sounded in his mouth instantly: "Go away, go away, go away, go away, goblins, goblins, go away!"

The fluctuations of righteousness around suddenly converged, and a special aura gradually spread, which was a kind of aura aimed at the soul, making the creatures present couldn't help but retreat.

The Holy Master's eyes changed, and he took a deep look at the old man. How does this old man know so many restraint magic?
But then he reacted, waved his hand, and the blood-colored shield that blocked this space suddenly shattered, and snowflakes as big as goose feathers fell in the sky again, rapidly reducing the temperature in the field.

Without the slightest hesitation, a pair of scarlet eyes appeared behind him. He directly transformed into a flame, a giant dragon with a length of [-] meters, broke through the sky of the Christmas space in an instant, and disappeared into this space.

The old man paused and let out a long breath of relief, his figure swayed, as if he would fall down at any moment.

"Father, how are you?" Chen Long hurried forward anxiously, and asked while supporting his father.

"It's okay, dad is just exhausted." Dad took a deep breath and said calmly.

"Then how can I help you?" Chen Long looked at his father whose face was gradually pale, and asked with concern.

The old man shook his head lightly: "The old man needs to rest, but the old man needs a cup of hot tea now!"

An elf next to him heard it, and his body disappeared immediately. When he reappeared, he was already approaching with a cup of tea: "Master Chen, this is the tea you need."

A trace of satisfaction flashed in the father's eyes, he took it, and was just about to drink it.

The surrounding elves who had been sinking in fear suddenly became noisy.

"Quick, save Santa Claus, I can feel his weakness!"

"Some elves go first, and the other stay to take care of Master Chen. Without him, we can't fight the evil."

"Yes, at least to ensure the safety of Santa Claus, even if it is delayed!"

"We are too useless. The recovery of magic power makes us no longer stand at the top of the world. We need a new captain."

"Captain, don't be in a hurry, Santa Claus is the main thing, go quickly, while you can still feel the breath of Santa Claus."

Amidst the noise, half of the more than 100 elves disappeared instantly, while the other half immediately surrounded Dad.

The noisy voice sounded again: "Master Chen, is there anything else you need?"

"Master Chen, I have magic recovery potion here, do you need it?"

"I know a little bit of array to arrange the primary level. Do you need a magic gathering array?"

"Master Chen"

"Master Chen"

A # gradually appeared on the forehead of the old man who was holding hot tea and was about to drink, and he shouted a little irritablely (她盘哦): "Enough! Dad needs to be quiet!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Christmas space became silent in an instant, and the elves seemed to be taken aback.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, took a sip of hot tea, and was just about to say something.

Spatial fluctuations flashed, and a large group of elves appeared in the open space with an unconscious Santa Claus.

Suddenly, the noise that had just been suppressed broke out again, and it couldn't be stopped at all, the chattering was more chaotic than the vegetable market.

The old man's temples twitched, he picked up an elf, and growled at him angrily (她盘哦): "You guys are so noisy! Now, immediately, send Dad back!"

The little elf's face was covered with saliva, but seeing his father's pale face, he nodded and waved again and again, and space fluctuations flashed.

Tru, Dad, Chen Long and the elf disappeared in an instant.

Just after the space jump, the elf wiped the drool off his face, disappeared into Papa's antique shop without saying hello.

The old man sat down on the sofa and couldn't help but rubbed his forehead: "Xiaoyu, the old man needs new hot tea."

Chen Long looked around, thought of something, his expression changed, and he couldn't help shouting: "Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu?"

He searched around for a while, and finally saw the closed sign at the door, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes: "Father, Xiaoyu has gone out!"

The old man's face was still pale due to excessive consumption of magic power, he rubbed his head, pointed to the landline phone and said, "She can't walk far alone, look at the phone records, she may have called Luo Qing, she doesn't have many friends. "

The uneasiness in Chen Long's eyes subsided a little, and he hurried over to search for the call records.

The moment a familiar number appeared, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that someone takes care of it."

(End of this chapter)