Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 457 Contaminated weapons
  "Stop talking nonsense, old man, it doesn't matter what those scum are going to do. Now, we want to get our kingdom back. Don't tell me that even if we have the power we have now, we won't build our own palace."

The demon dragon interrupted impatiently. He had never seen a god and was too lazy to listen to so much.

As long as he continues to grow, sooner or later he will be invincible in the world and kill those so-called immortal gods.

Because, if it were not for the limitations of the world, he should have broken through the king when he was two hundred years old. There would be no need for the eight demonic energies.

Demons inherently represent the limits of this world, and this limit also includes talent.

And he was born from the flesh and blood of the Holy Lord, and he contains some power of time. He thinks that his potential is no lower than that of the eight demons.

If you give him a million years, what if some demon or god comes together?
  The Holy Master's eyes were a little gloomy, and then he became expressionless: "Child, I said, you must clearly understand your position. If you interrupt me next time, you will be punished accordingly."

He finished speaking calmly, ignoring the demon dragon whose expression suddenly darkened.

The speed of the king is absolute, and the dragon's wings have reached the place where the Buddha's tomb appeared last time.

The Holy Master waved his hand casually, and the flame in his hand fell downwards wrapped in the power of the god.

From a distance, it looks like a colorful relic falling from a high altitude. The moment it touches the Ganges River, it bursts out with endless Buddha light.

The Tomb of Buddha is opened again.

Countless believers saw this scene and knelt down to pray. They firmly believed that Tianzhu was a country protected by God.

Because the evil dragon broke out last time, the Buddha's tomb appeared and the dragon died.

But this time hundreds of giant dragons flew across the sky and the Buddha's tomb descended again. They must have come to protect them.

Although ordinary people are ignorant, the power of their faith is gathering. This is the faith of the Buddha and can strengthen the power of the Buddha.

Unfortunately, the Buddha they believed in was already dead when they made the decision to suppress the weapons.

The Holy Lord silently glanced at the distant city. Tianzhu was once his land. He would not care too much about these ignorant but weak people, but there would always be some punishment.

Waving his hand, the terrifying power of the abyss loomed, and in an instant, more than a dozen abyss worms over two meters appeared in a city.

They were squirming and going crazy.

Killing has always been the best growth material for worms, and worms castrated by the Holy Lord will only become fatter after killing, but will not evolve into abyss creatures.

This will be the Lord's favorite food.

Subjects must behave like subjects. To despise the monarch was a capital crime in ancient times!
  "You guys are guarding outside." The Holy Lord withdrew his gaze and watched as his greatest source of faith was suddenly reduced by half. He walked towards the Buddha's tomb with some joy.

The demon dragon has no habit of listening to the Holy Lord. Now that he is a king, he has power, so there is no need to listen to the weak.

The Holy Lord paused slightly, but without saying anything else, he took the lead and walked into the Buddha's tomb.

Endless golden light filled the Holy Lord's vision, and around him, vague whispers sounded like incantations or chanting sutras.

An extremely filthy aura loomed, making the Holy Master's heart skip a beat. He glanced at the frowning demon dragon and rushed directly to the dirty area without thinking.

Endless flames enveloped him, and the human's eyes were stained with scarlet color.

Demon Xiaolong saw that his old father was going crazy, so he took back the words of disgust he was about to blurt out.

This is not cowardice, just avoiding inevitable but unnecessary conflicts.

The Buddha's tomb was not as big as expected. The demon dragon followed the Holy Lord leisurely. The whispers around it seemed to pollute the mind, but this was not enough for the demon.

In the entire world, there are only eight immortal gods that can pollute demons.

Everything else, including order, is not up to snuff.

Arriving at the very center of the Buddha's tomb, the whispers around him had become very loud, and an absolutely filthy aura hit his face, making the devil dragon hold his breath.

"Made, old man, are you going to repay the Buddha like this? How can such a filthy Buddha be called compassionate?"

Devil Xiaolong couldn't hold it back anymore and complained.

The Holy Lord at the front was trembling a little. In front of him, a bald human race sat cross-legged, with sticky black water dripping from his body. On his knees, there was a huge sword that was nearly ten meters long. .

It's just that the Zhanma sword, which was originally golden red and full of explosive energy, has now been stained with a filthy atmosphere. The degree of filth has almost reached the level of mental pollution.

Even like the bald human race, black water has begun to emerge.

There is a bright gold sticker placed in front of the Buddha. On the sticker, a passage is recorded in ancient writing.

"God has a divine way, but there is no clean river. I will exchange my golden body for ten thousand years of pollution. After ten thousand years, I will die and you will become a pure river."

The Holy Lord's eyes were extremely gloomy, and he understood the meaning of these words.

The Buddha used everything he had in exchange for the consent of a river. The river would lose its aura, and from then on all the filth in the world would enter the river, making it the dirtiest river in the world.

After ten thousand years, when the power of filth has completely polluted the weapons, God will use his own body to purify the river and make it the cleanest river possible.

This Buddha is so vicious!
  The Holy Master was so angry that he laughed: "Hey, didn't you know that flames can clean up all filth?"

"Not necessarily~ Old man, let me give you some popular science. The Ganges is the most sacred river in this country. This religious sect regards it as a holy river and promotes that throwing the body of the deceased into the Ganges is the best funeral. way, because it was believed that doing so would allow the souls of the deceased to be redeemed and reincarnate quickly.”

"The body I occupy happens to be the descendant of this god." Demon Xiaolong thought about it and touched the tentacle on his chin, his tone was a bit gloating:

"They recite scriptures every year. I happen to know these scriptures. They are incantations for decomposing corpses. In fact, only the good side of the corpse is decomposed. What is left, including the meaning, will be the best in the world. A filthy place.”

boom!
  The flames exploded, and the powerful flames of the Holy Lord instantly washed the filthy place. He did not believe that he, the lord of flames, would be unable to clean up the filth above!
  zizi
  A subtle sizzling sound sounded on the Buddha's body and the sword. The black mucus really had a tendency to be burned away, but the next moment, the burned gas disappeared, and the burned areas rose again. out of contamination and start dripping filth all over again.

The Holy Master looked at the corpse of the god, suddenly calmed down, and began to mutter something. According to the words left by the god, if the god is not dead yet, then he will send him to die in advance!

(End of this chapter)