Chapter 819 Can this old man still beat a shit eater?
"Did you hear that? One thought!"
The old panda's attitude has completely changed. He is no longer timid. Instead, he is like a soldier who has received an order, marching forward indomitably: "We, the Shanhai Clan, are not against you, it is you who are against the emperor!"
"emperor!"
The Demon King was very disdainful of this title: "Who are you loyal to? To the emperor? Is someone like Di Qi worthy of being the emperor? He is a mistake!"
"Di Qi is the dream of Mr. Shanhai. He has spent his whole life safeguarding the hard-won empire, the unified China!"
"But what about the end?"
The Demon King interrupted the old panda: "Have you forgotten who's hands will kill you in the end if you overthrow mountains and seas?"
"Didn't he die in your hands?!!"
The slender bamboo stick was swept towards the Demon King in the anger of the old panda. It seemed like a light blow, but it contained countless Tao that belonged to the old panda. The Demon King did not dare to hit it head-on, so he hurriedly avoided it.
"Di Qi has already joined the Tao. Do you want to throw all your sins to those saints who can give up themselves for the sake of all living beings?"
In the eyes of the old panda, the collapse of the empire was not the emperor's fault.
In order to make all living beings in China stop killing each other, Di Qi gave up himself and incarnated into the Tao that the people of China believed in. Then, under the premise of one belief, he allowed Chinese compatriots of different races and cultures to unite and protect them together.
's home.
Isn't such Di Qi a selfless saint?
Faced with such a person, what else can you blame?
He has already died for you, isn't that enough?!
"Mr. Dao Shanhai said back then that Di Qi protects the Chinese civilization, and the responsibility to protect our compatriots lies with each of us!"
The old panda was full of anger, but he could only hold it in. After holding it in for five million years, he could no longer bear it.
But it was like this every time. When he wanted to get angry, someone would always threaten him with one reason or another.
Family, compatriots, his children!
This is not the first time!
This is not the first time that the Shanhai Clan has been used as pawns by these guys and played wantonly!
"But when I tolerate your behavior in order to overturn Mr. Shanhai's ideas, what are you doing?!"
The old panda really hates people like the Demon King, and even finds him very disgusting!
This kind of person will do anything for his own desires and doesn't care about other people's feelings. It goes against the ideals of the world, but he doesn't have the dedication of Fentian Palace.
But it happens that such people control huge power.
"Without you."
"If it weren't for you, how could the empire have been defeated, and how could Mr. Fentian Palace have endured such humiliation!"
When the old panda said this, he looked at Qing Ling on the side: "I am here to ask for help from the Supreme Being!"
"In the name of the emperor," Qing Ling naturally knew what to say at this time. No fool would not borrow such a good help: "Kill the traitors!"
"I have been waiting for this sentence for five million years."
"Um?!"
As soon as the old panda finished speaking, the Demon King felt that a bamboo stick came from nowhere and hit him accurately.
It was also at this time that in the eyes of the old panda, another figure suddenly appeared behind the body of the Demon King.
That is the devil who is opposed to Buddha!
If you kill the Buddha, then the world will be filled with demons. Only by destroying the demons in the world can a person become a Buddha!
Therefore, when Buddha dies, demons will be born, and when demons die, Buddha will perish!
The replacement of the two occurs only in a single thought of a person, and they cannot kill or behead them all, so Zen Master Yi Nian will never die, let alone be injured.
"It's a small skill, don't embarrass yourself in front of me!"
However, just when the Demon King was about to change from Buddha to Demon state, the bamboo stick suddenly split open the figure in front of him, and then with astonishing power, it severely hit the concept of Demon behind him that had not yet appeared at all.
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"Boom!!!"
The Demon King was whipped away by the old panda with a bamboo stick. In the ruins, the Demon King spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The mask on his face shattered, revealing his true face.
The Demon King looked very bad, not because his secret technique was broken or because he was injured, but because the old panda in front of him was really too dazzling.
"I fought from the first war to the third war in the empire!"
The old panda stared at the Demon King with such a condescending aura that both Qingling and Shi Qingmeng felt a hint of oppression: "After three major battles, what kind of enemy do you think I was fighting back then?"
"You're just a loser who hides in the back and doesn't even dare to go to the battlefield!"
The surging demonic power enveloped the Heavenly Demon King Anfu Fashan, and also pressed hard on everyone in this Buddhist city. The top of every ferocious beast was like a big mountain, making them breathless for a while: "
I have been fighting on the battlefield for so many years, am I not as good as you eating shit on the home front!"
"Boom!"
Another blow from the bamboo stick came, and the Demon King dodged it in great panic.
"Kill the Furumo, kill the Furumo, so we will never be able to kill them all?"
"shit!"
"Kill both of them and see what's left of that shit!"
The old panda's body is very small because he is old.
But at this time, he, who was only a little older, was like me beating his son, holding a bamboo stick and beating the previously extremely calm and powerful Anfu Fashan Demon King.
"puff!"
Another mouthful of blood spat out. The Demon King was not angry. On the contrary, he was actually very calm.
Although the old panda speaks rudely, this guy is different from me.
The Demon King has never been on the battlefield. He is not a soldier. Rather than leading troops to fight, he is a civil servant in charge of education and management.
The positions are different, and the areas of expertise are naturally different.
The old panda is a fighter and is very good at fighting. The path he takes is to kill the most and strongest enemies in the simplest way.
So this bamboo stick looks simple, just a flick, a draw, and a smash, but in fact, this is a unique skill that the old panda honed after fighting countless terrifying enemies on the battlefield.
The Demon King has never fought those enemies, so he doesn't know how strong they are, and how much effort the old panda has put in to deal with such strong enemies.
"Hahaha cough cough."
The Demon King faced the old panda's attack in embarrassment. He was obviously being suppressed and beaten, but he was getting happier. Under the broken mask, the weird smile made the enchanting and handsome face extremely distorted: "This feeling has been felt for five million years."
, five million years have passed, but it seems like yesterday!”
"Xiang Wushi!!"
Zen Master Yi Nian looked at the old panda with disdain: "We will kill all the people in the world. One more of you is not too much for us!"
"You guy."
The old panda was completely angry. He showed no mercy this time. He hit the devil's head directly with the bamboo stick in his hand and wanted to kill him: "You don't deserve to be a Chinese!"