Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

It's enough to make one numb: do good people really never get good rewards?

"Also, don't you guys think that river monster looks familiar?"

"Didn't Tang Sanzang have three disciples? The eldest is Monkey King, the second is Pigsy, and the third is... Sandy."

Although the river demon was a hundred times more ferocious than Sha Wujing.

But the features and contours between their brows truly resemble those of the same person.

Could it be... that Sha Wujing ate his future master?

As the Eighth Emperor stepped down, Martin Luther's lips twitched.

"No! Impossible! You've been a monk for ten lifetimes..."

If you're an ordinary person, it's fine, but once you become a monk, you're bound by the precepts of Buddhism. Even if you don't want to be a good person, it's hard to do anything like rape or kidnapping.

Having already sensed the crisis, Martin Luther was gambling with his life.

Once the wheel of evil karma fails to capture Tang Sanzang's evil, Tang Sanzang will effortlessly kill him.

"If you want to quit, it's not too late," Tang Sanzang said with a smile.

With only two more lifetimes left, the title of "ten lifetimes of good people" is probably well-deserved.

But Martin Luther was unconvinced and sneered, "Heh, you're feeling guilty."

After saying that, he increased the stakes and enlarged the roulette wheel of evil deeds.

I plan to use a magnifying glass to look at it.

At this moment, Martin Luther only hoped for one thing.

"No man in the world can escape the path of reproduction. You have endured it for eight lifetimes, but it will eventually break."

Martin Luther was no longer calm; the gamble was over, and life and death were decided.

However, the ninth incarnation passed quickly, and finally the lineage shifted to the one in which Tang Xuanzang lived.

Starting from the Tang Dynasty in the East, they journeyed to the Western Paradise to seek the true scriptures...

"No! Impossible, there really are monks who don't steal fish."

Even those below him held Tang Sanzang in high esteem.

Tang Sanzang, who had been keeping his eyes closed for a long time, suddenly opened them and said calmly.

"Although I have cultivated for ten lifetimes, the past is like smoke and clouds, which I cannot see. This is also a challenge for me."

"There is one thing this humble monk dares to assert: even after ten lifetimes of self-cultivation, it is indeed..."

Not a trace of primordial yang has been released.

In an instant, the golden light pierced through all illusions and shattered the wheel of evil karma.

Martin Luther's life also came to an end.

Protestant believers still want to fight to the death and entrust the power of their faith.

However, the isolated plane completely cuts off the outside world.

This also cut off Tang Sanzang and Wukong's escape route, forcing them to gamble everything.

"Damn it! You can't die!" Patriarch Ecumenical roared.

In that instant, he realized that the leaders of the three religions were linked together.

If Martin Luther dies, the other two will also perish.

So even if it costs me my life, I will save him.

"We agreed to gamble with our lives. Since you want to interfere, then you'll all die together."

The Buddha's golden body disappears, and Tang Sanzang transforms into the ominous Golden Cicada.

With a deafening cry of a cicada, the entire plane was plunged into a period of reckoning, and all things were annihilated.

"No! Didn't we agree not to kill? You've broken your vow!"

Martin Luther roared, wanting to start the wheel of evil again.

As a result, Tang Sanzang opened his arms wide and laughed, "What Tang Sanzang said has nothing to do with me, Jin Chanzi."

"you!"

Indeed, this plane has completely changed. It is not dark, but it is a hundred times more terrifying than darkness.

An indescribable calamity!

The cicadas' chirping under such ominous circumstances extinguished all life.

With each roar, boundless despair was born.

“Sir Jesus, if you don’t intervene, the Pope and his followers will die.”

The believers pleaded earnestly, but Jesus seemed not to hear them.

Until the three sacred flames were extinguished and reduced to ashes.

Jesus finally intervened, grabbing it and kneading it together.

"What a pity, we were too late." Jesus shook his head repeatedly.

But there was no trace of remorse on his face; it seemed more like he did it on purpose.

"Eastern monk, I have given the monkey enough time while you were fighting. From this moment on, I will annihilate you without mercy."

Jesus had no more scruples, for the Eastern saint had just broken his holiness.

The cause and effect have been repaid, and this situation will not happen a second time.

Therefore, in his eyes, Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong were like birds in a cage, at his mercy.

Tang Sanzang turned around and glanced at Monkey King, then raised his hand to calculate.

He shook his head helplessly.

"Wukong, why did you miss the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn? Hopefully, some unforeseen circumstances can make up for this gap."

After saying this, he threw his robe out and draped it over the stones.

It was at this moment that Tang Sanzang began to take the battle seriously.

"The conflict between Buddhism and Western religions has been brewing for thousands of years. It's time for a resolution, but unfortunately..."

"This humble monk cannot represent Buddhism."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang seemed to be anticipating something.

Because he knew that, let alone him, Jin Chanzi, even Guanyin Bodhisattva might not be a match for Jesus.

Therefore, he said these words to the Buddha.

At the summit of Mount Ling, Buddha shook his head and sighed softly, then unleashed a display of Buddhist teachings.

Finally, he disappeared from sight.

Jesus frowned slightly, checked several times, and only felt relieved after finding that there was no change in Tang Sanzang.

"No one can help you anymore; you have to rely on yourself."

Beneath the great hand of Jesus, there was a mixture of Western end-of-day holy law.

Without any transmission path, it crashed down on Tang Sanzang.

"Bang!"

The ever-composed Tang Sanzang finally had nowhere to hide.

He was forced to kneel on one knee.

With a single blow from a sage, Tang Sanzang should have been shattered to pieces.

"Ok?"

Even as blood trickled from Tang Sanzang's mouth, Jesus still refused to let him go.

“I see that although you are weak, you are fully qualified to represent a system, and this system.”

"It's Journey to the West!"

Jesus, as if discovering a new continent, waited until he had killed Tang Sanzang and his disciples.

It's unimaginable what benefits he could gain from it.

Faced with Jesus's relentless and overwhelming attack, His holy power surged forth.

Tang Sanzang would definitely not be able to hold on, just as Jesus said.

He carried the entire Journey to the West on his shoulders.

The Journey to the West was initiated by Buddha, who was also the actual controller of it.

However, Buddha relinquished power, which led to the Tang Sanzang we know today…