Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 491 Luo Qing’s choice

"Look, you made your choice. When faced with the inevitable danger, the illusion of peace you worked so hard to maintain collapsed. You brazenly clashed with the devil for the sake of everything behind you."

The King of the Undead is a little happy. After reincarnation, he has found so many meanings of existence. Doesn't he also have these meanings?

But he didn't understand this meaning, so he wanted to see how he would define these desires when he had desires, and whether they could become the meaning he had been searching for for millions of years.

In other words, he wants to see if desire is the meaning itself.

The silence in Luo Qing's eyes suddenly deepened, and some of the waves in his heart quickly disappeared. He looked at the King of the Undead extremely calmly: "That's not me."

The King of the Undead shook his head: "No, that's you. I can see everything about you and know that you are actually absolutely rational like me, but these rationalities are usually suppressed by desire."

"For example, you are in front of me now."

He turned to look at the picture and said calmly: "And I have seen the birth of all desires in the world, and I have also seen your past and possible future, so that is your most essential choice."

"So you can participate in this experiment. This is at best an advance practice for you."

His voice became softer as he spoke: "Next, you give up one more thing, as for the reason"

His words aroused a burst of divine light, and a guy with a sharp sword, a blue hat, red hair and a red beard, and a blue robe appeared. His eyes were silently staring at Luo Qing's shadow below.

Luo Qing's eyes became even deeper. The portraits of the immortal gods were no secret. According to records, the gods were not perfect. Their shapes were all human-like, and their looks did not follow the aesthetics of the human race.

Of course, in their time, this might be the most perfect appearance, or it might be that they didn't care about looks.

At least in Luo Qing's eyes, this was not perfect.

"The fourth god, Lu Dongbin."

The King of the Dead spoke calmly. In the scene, Luo Qing hesitated. Under his divine power, he slowly pushed out the scepter next to the throne.

This scepter was quickly annihilated under the power of the fourth god, which represented the exploration of the unknown and the continuous improvement of one's own path.

Luo Qing watched calmly without making any comment.

The next moment, another divine light appeared. A woman wearing a gold-red palace dress, blue hair, and an extremely fair face appeared. With powerful power, she stood at the same height as the two in front, looking down at the virtual Luo Qing. , boundless and powerful divine power envelopes the world.

"The fifth god, He Xiangu."

The King of the Dead calmly described his identity.

The virtual Luo Qing hesitated. He seemed to be in an unprecedented entanglement, but he could not resist all this and could only watch his divine light approaching.

In the end, the virtual Luo Qing pushed out the portraits of his father and the others, eliminating the divine light.

"Friendship? Indeed, they have only known you for a year. This is an inevitable result."

The King of the Undead nodded, raised his hand, and an old bald head appeared. He had white eyebrows and his whole body looked a little dry, but his power remained undiminished.

"The third god, Zhang Guolao."

The virtual Luo Qing was even more entangled. It was a kind of helplessness that he could not resist. When he had to hand over something, he could only weigh the pros and cons.

In the endless entanglement, he slowly pushed out his throne and calmed down this divine power.

"Is it okay to not have power?"

"The number one god, Tieguai Li."

"Love, life, family, what is your choice?"

During the calm narration, Luo Qing was completely stunned. He stopped making choices motionlessly and just guarded the remaining three scrolls behind him.

Just as a gourd descended, the three portraits behind him suddenly began to burn, and the portrait belonging to Daolon gradually turned into nothingness.

"Well, this only shows that in your heart, family love is not something that cannot be abandoned. It is within expectation."

The King of the Undead nodded: "The seventh god, Han Xiangzi." As a hooded figure appeared, the virtual Luo Qing remained motionless, quietly waiting for a passive choice.

Gradually, the beautiful flute sound appeared and resounded in this silent space. The only two remaining pictures disappeared at the same time, but the picture of Xiaoyu disappeared first.

Suddenly there were only two Luo Qing left on the scene, standing there blankly.

The King of the Undead was a little surprised. He turned to look at Luo Qing, who was still calm, and asked: "Look, all your desires are gone. In this helpless situation, you are still the only one left. Is this the meaning you give yourself?”

"But in the end, all these meanings are lost in your desire for life."

"And without these, what is the need for this lonely portrait of yours to exist?"

The King of the Undead's tone was full of deathly silence, just like when he told the story before, calm and without any ripples.

He was quickly moving away from the world again, his original interest disappeared, and he became an observer again.

The calmness in Luo Qing's eyes changed. He smiled for the first time in this state, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Can I play again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the first scene appeared. Luo Qing himself, Xiaoyu, Daolong, Dad and others, the throne, the scepter, peace, and the things he cared about appeared in the air.

Even the world around him has become more colorful, almost like the real world.

The breeze blew by, and the dull Luo Qing's face became a little lively, as if it had been given life.

The King of the Undead was stunned for a moment, but then nodded: "Of course, as long as you want."

The hoarseness in Luo Qing's throat was disappearing, and the smile in his eyes was very weak: "Give me your reasons."

The King of the Undead raised his hand, the bright moon hung high, his bloody eyes peered in, and an uneasy aura circulated.

Luo Qing also raised a hand, and suddenly, the same peace as before was torn apart, and war broke out.

The King of the Undead was not surprised. It was something he had calculated, and the difference between it and the real Luo Qing would not be particularly big.

He raised his hand again, and the fourth god descended, with unparalleled power.

Luo Qing raised his hand higher and gave out the scepter, calming the erosion of the gods.

The eyes of the King of the Undead became more and more calm. He raised his hand and the fifth god He Xiangu appeared. She was still as powerful as a prison and did not give anyone a chance to breathe.

Luo Qing's choice remains the same. Although his father and others are important, they are not indispensable.

His choice was very quick, but it made the King of the Dead hesitate a little.

The third god is Zhang Guolao.

Luo Qing's throne disappeared.

The King of the Undead was inexplicably hesitant. Luo Qing was left with only himself, Xiaoyu and Daolong, and no one else. Even the order of selection was the same.

What's the point of this?

As the first god appeared, the same scene as before appeared, and Luo Qing, who had become more agile, also fell into hesitation.

The King of the Undead looked at Luo Qing. He didn't understand the meaning of doing it again. The outcome was already doomed, wasn't it?

The gourd with boundless divine power appeared, and the divine power it released was sweeping through what was left of Luo Qing, and the scroll of Daolong seemed to be curling slightly.

But the next moment, the King of the Dead was stunned.

At this moment when the divine power was as powerful as hell, the virtual Luo Qing blocked the divine power. Then, the whole world suddenly began to collapse, and he and everything behind him suddenly turned into debris.

The god's hand suddenly paused in the air.

The smile on Luo Qing's face disappeared and he said calmly: "If everything I care about will eventually pass away, then there will be no need for this world to exist."

(End of this chapter)