Heavens villain boss whitewashing system

In Hong Kong at night, the Oriental Pearl Tower still shines in the darkness.

Not in the mood to take a good look at Hong Kong at the end of the 20th century, the lonely Holy Lord got off the plane and took a taxi, heading straight to the location of the palace in his memory.

…

"Kid, are you sure you want to get off here?" the taxi driver asked the Holy Lord in surprise.

A blond foreign kid, alone, took a taxi to such a remote suburb with no villages or shops in the middle of the night... The enthusiastic driver felt a little uneasy.

"It's okay, you can go." The Holy Master said with a smile on Warren's face. Although the demon's magic was cast, although there was no internal force to catalyze it, there was still a bit of confusion in his voice.

After sending the taxi driver away, as soon as the Holy Lord's feet touched the ground, he felt an invisible magic echoing in his soul, as if a child who had been away from home for many years was impatiently calling for his parents.

It seems that the palace that the Holy Lord has been away from for thousands of years is now close at hand!

The Holy Lord's eyes had already been unknowingly dyed with red light, reflecting on his face in the dark night, making him look particularly horrifying.

There was a little nostalgia in his scarlet eyes at this time. He slowly raised his hands high, and finally maintained the outward-spreading posture. He lowered his head and spoke softly, as if talking to himself:

"Appear, my palace!"

The hoarse and low voice echoed in the night, driving the invisible and qualityless magic power.

The next moment, the earth shook.

Rumble, rumble!

In front of the Holy Lord, eight huge palaces rose from the ground in an instant, causing dust to fly and covering up half of the bright moon in the sky.

The red roof of the palace, the dark yellow palace walls, the heights are confusing, the east and west are unknown, the sky and the sun are isolated, and the eaves and teeth are hideous.

The whole palace has a bit of a combination of Chinese and Western styles. Its main structure is made of rocks, which makes it particularly majestic and majestic. Even if you just look up at the tall palace wall, you can't help but feel awe.

The palace of the Holy Lord finally reappears in the world!

At this time, the father who was far away in Chinatown, San Francisco, shivered violently in the antique shop. His old goat-like beard trembled sharply, and his face suddenly changed: "Hey, Jackie Chan! I feel a wave of excitement.

The evil power suddenly revived, and dad had a very bad premonition..."

"It's probably the Black Hand organization that's causing trouble. I'm going to notify Sheriff Black right now and ask them to be more vigilant!" Jackie Chan heard this and stood up and walked out again while speaking.

Snapped!

"Ah!" Dad's finger hit Jackie Chan on the head, causing Jackie Chan to cry out in pain.

"It's useless to inform them. You have to use magic to defeat magic. Do you want to make dad angry to death?!" Dad said sternly.

Jackie Chan tried to argue: "But dad, District 13 is dedicated to..."

Snapped!

Another blow to the brain.

"One more thing!" Dad interrupted Jackie Chan: "Go to the supermarket quickly. Dad needs the best dried gecko and pufferfish, as well as the freshest bat guano!"

Jackie Chan:(???`)!!

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In a cold and dark wizard tower, a huge stone pot was placed above the flames, and the purple-black potion inside was bubbling.

Next to the stone pot is an old man wearing a wizard's robe, with a stooped body, snow-white hair, and a strange magic symbol painted on his forehead.

Black air wizard, Daolong.

Daolong's hand holding the short witch staff suddenly stopped, and he turned his head in the direction of Hong Kong with an inexplicable expression, his eyes showing surprise: "This magic power... has a sense of vicissitudes of thousands of years... Could it be...

…The Palace of the Holy Lord?!”

"Gan! Wen! Cui!" Daolong waved the witch staff in his hand.

Three groups of blue mist appeared out of thin air before he finished speaking, falling to the ground and turning into three men with blue tattoos and cold faces.

Daolong murmured to himself: "I have to go and take a look!"

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Among the eight demons' palaces, other demons' palaces were either destroyed by natural disasters or leveled by humans. The Holy Lord's palace is the only well-preserved ruin.

It is not only the most powerful proof of the Holy Lord's strength, but also the last symbol of the era of demonic rule.

The huge palace was no longer hidden but was revealed in the sky and the earth. The invisible magic power contained in it was also completely revealed at this time. It couldn't wait to rush towards the Holy Master and return to the embrace of the Master.

"Ah, this is my peak magic power thousands of years ago. It's really nostalgic..." The comfort of the magic power entering the body made the Holy Master involuntarily close his eyes.

But this comfortable feeling did not last long. After all, this magic power was just a little legacy left by the Holy Lord inadvertently. It lingered in this underground palace and had gone through thousands of years of time loss.

Even if the Holy Lord has completely absorbed all this magic power at this time, it only makes his magic power reserves from an ordinary person to the level of a low-level wizard, similar to a special person who has just learned magic from his father for a few years.

Lu.

However, this amount of magic power is barely enough for the Holy Master at this time. The essence of magic confrontation is never a competition of magic power, but a collision of accumulated knowledge between two wizards.

Magic power is important, but it is not a decisive factor. Just like a rocket launcher can kill people, flying needles are not incapable of killing them.

The power of the two seems not proportional, but the final result is the same, that is, killing the enemy.

The soil slid down, the smoke dispersed, and the huge palace walls and high halls were dissipated. The high crescent moon passed through the delicate turrets of the palace, casting a hazy yellow light inside the high walls, making this palace that has been lost for thousands of years

Seems mysterious and quiet.

"I harvested the remaining magic power just after returning to my palace. This is really a good sign!" The Holy Lord said with a smile, and then slowly walked towards his palace.

In front of him, a red-painted door tens of meters long was tightly closed, with doornails embedded in it, reflecting the dark and heavy silver light. The two handles of the door were inlaid with two closed eyes.

The huge golden faucet looks extremely noble and powerful!

With a creak, the heavy door suddenly opened, and the two gilded faucets at the handle suddenly opened their eyes, as if they were welcoming the arrival of their master.

The Holy Lord walked in unhurriedly. As soon as he stepped into the door, he saw a huge evil dragon sleeping inside, covered in dark green with two wings on its back.

These are a group of evil dragons raised by the Holy Lord when he ruled the world thousands of years ago. They are ferocious and violent, bloodthirsty and cruel in nature, and they have always only listened to the orders of the Holy Lord.

The original Holy Lord had been sealed for a long time, so after his resurrection, he thought of releasing these evil dragons and letting them slaughter the entire Asia.

But now the Holy Lord thought about it carefully and found that the original body was still too confident. If these evil dragons were released, they would probably be killed one by one, and one of them would be caught and sliced ​​for hot pot.

Humans in the year 2000 were not the ignorant people who practiced slash-and-burn farming, but were the overlords of the earth whose technology had developed to a certain extent!

Not to mention other countries in Asia, do you want to know more about the Red Flag series of surface-to-air missiles of Huazhong? Do you want to know more about the Thunderbolt series of air-to-air missiles?

Although the evil dragons are huge in size and have amazing defense capabilities, they are still flesh and blood. Facing the torrent of modern steel, they have no chance of winning...

The Holy Lord looked at the evil dragons sleeping on the ground, and finally decided to let them continue to sleep. His biggest wish now is world peace.

"..."