Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Holy Lord's Brother!

Chapter 99 Lu Zu
"What a grand welcome ceremony!" The Holy Lord said in a joking tone as he looked at his father and the others.

It was the first time that Jackie Chan and his friends actually saw the true face of the devil. Even though they had made some mental preparations, they still swallowed their saliva out of fear.

Especially Shentian and the Holy Lord.

The demonic energy lingering around the two men's bodies almost solidified into substance. Just standing in mid-air brought them an indescribable sense of oppression.

It seemed that as long as Shentian and the Holy Lord wanted, all of them would die here in the next second.

As if sensing the change in Jackie Chan and the others' mood, Dad snorted coldly and took out his own pufferfish magic weapon.

The Grand Master's cane is certainly good, but after all, the pufferfish magic weapon is the magic weapon he has used for decades. In terms of feel and adaptability, the pufferfish magic weapon is better.

"Brother, let's begin!"

Dad looked at Qing Cang, who was also wearing a robe.

Receiving his father's gaze, Qing Cang nodded heavily, then rolled up his sleeves, and dozens of righteous talismans flew out from his sleeves, protecting them.

These talismans are all engraved with extremely ancient spells of justice. Some of them are even relics left by great wizards of past generations and contain powerful forces of justice.

When these talismans floated in the air and formed a semicircular formation, a visible aura of justice emanated from the bodies of Jackie Chan and the others.

"Go away, monsters ...

Dad chanted the spell while controlling all the righteous talismans. When the last word fell, he stomped on the ground.

"Righteous Magic: Concentrate the Mind!"

Suddenly, dozens of righteous talismans released beams of light at the same time, interweaving with each other to form a large formation!
Whoosh—whoosh whoosh—

A strong wind suddenly arose between heaven and earth.

Not only Jackie Chan, Bull Warrior, Little Snake and Black, but also thousands of other guards, also exuded a golden aura of justice.

These auras slowly converged in the sky under the catalysis of dozens of talismans.

Until this gathered power reaches a threshold, a ray of sacred morning light pierces through the dark clouds and shines on the earth.

Wherever the light shines!
A vague shadow of a god slowly stood up in this vast ocean of justice!
Countless righteous energies, like silk threads, merge into the phantom of the god, making it more real.

Looking around, it seems as if there is an invisible pair of hands giving it supreme divinity.

"It's him!" The Holy Lord stared at the phantom of the god, his tone full of horror.

Shentian also looked at the phantom of the god and understood that the "he" the Holy Lord was referring to was the eight gods from seven thousand years ago.

But I had already fallen into a deep sleep at that time, so I was not clear about the identity of the god in front of me.

Shen Tian then asked, "Could it be one of the eight immortal gods?"

"Yes, even if I am imprisoned in Pangu Hell for another two thousand years, I will never forget this face!"

"This guy is none other than the immortal god, Lu Dongbin, who sealed me with the Dragon-Slaying Sword!" the Holy Lord said gritting his teeth.

"So that's it, Lu Zu?" Shentian murmured. Lu Dongbin ranked fifth among the Eight Immortals. He was known as the Pure Yang Patriarch and was also respected as Lu Zu by people in later generations.

I hadn't expected Dad and the others to mobilize the righteous forces of heaven and earth and forcibly project the phantom of Lü Dongbin. I'd underestimated Dad's abilities. "If I asked you to deal with this divine phantom, would you be confident you could defeat it?" Shentian asked the Holy Lord.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord looked at the phantom of the god, which was becoming increasingly solid as it was constantly filled with the aura of justice, and said uncertainly, "It's hard to say. After all, he is the god who sealed me, and his control over me is too great."

"Indeed. How about you hand him over to me and Jackie Chan and the others will be left to you?" Shen Tiandao said.

The Holy Lord was stunned and asked in confusion, "Why don't you and I attack together? Can't we just leave these ants like Jackie Chan to my son and your divine consciousness?"

"No, no, no, it's not that simple. Look carefully. Jackie Chan and the others are not that easy to deal with." Shentian shook his head and pointed downwards.

However, Jackie Chan and his companions, who were covered in the holy robes of the god's phantom, were actually absorbing the aura of justice.

And their speed was no slower than Lu Zu's. In just a moment, they were wearing a set of righteous armor and righteous weapons.

Judging from the distance, the strength of Jackie Chan and his three companions is comparable to that of a big devil!
The Holy Lord, who witnessed this scene, opened his eyes wide and said in disbelief, "How is this possible? They are just a group of weak humans!"

"Weak? I don't think so." Shentian smiled. This was the first time that the Holy Lord was resurrected during this period, and he didn't quite understand the degree of perversion of Jackie Chan and the others.

If the Holy Lord knew that he would be tortured to a state worse than death by Jackie Chan and others in the future, he would probably not choose to face Jackie Chan even if he had to endure the suppression from Lu Zu.

I got a good deal!

"It's a simple decision. Leave the divine shadow to me, and Jackie Chan and the others to you!"

Shentian said this and threw it casually, and several evil spirits imprisoned Walon on a tall building.

Upon hearing this, the Holy Lord stopped thinking about why Jackie Chan and the others were so outrageous. He clenched the five fingers of his right hand and grabbed towards Asia.

Suddenly, the space fluctuated.

The Holy Lord's divine power seemed to spread very far and extend towards somewhere.

However, after a while, the Holy Lord said in astonishment: "What happened? The magic weapon I forged is gone. Someone took it away!"

Shentian's neck shrank, realizing that the Holy Lord was summoning the magic weapon sealed under the ancient temple in the famous mountain.

Fortunately, he cleaned up all traces before leaving. Otherwise, if the Holy Lord knew that he had taken the magic weapon, even with the promise before, Shentian could not guarantee that the Holy Lord would not turn against him.

After all, the grade of that magic weapon is really good!
"Hehe, it's normal that it's missing. Maybe those righteous wizards destroyed it in some way. At worst, I can just recast it later." Shen Tiandao said.

The Holy Lord's face darkened as he gritted his teeth and said, "Damn you Righteous Mage! When I rebuild my empire, I will burn all the righteous knowledge in this world!"

"Okay, I'll go hold up that phantom of the god first. Come and help me as soon as you're done dealing with it!" Shentian said, and with his divine consciousness that had absorbed the demonic energy of Dikui, he rushed towards the fifteen or sixteen-meter-tall phantom of Lu Zu.

Feeling the proximity between himself and the divine consciousness, Lu Zu, who had originally had his eyes slightly closed, opened them, rolled up his huge sleeves, and came towards the divine sky.

By the time Shentian reacted, he and his spiritual consciousness had already been enveloped in Lu Zu's virtual image.

Looking forward, he saw a figure wearing a Taoist robe, with a dragon-slaying sword on his waist, and as black as jade, turning around and looking at him. It was none other than a miniature version of Lu Zu!

Shen Tiangang felt a little shocked, and the next second, this Lu Zu who was condensed by righteousness actually spoke!

(End of this chapter)