Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 119 Ximu: Swallow Me
Los Angeles, the Lord's temporary stronghold.

The Holy Lord looked at Rasu in disbelief. In front of Rasu, the Panku Treasure Box was emitting a powerful surge of righteous energy.

In front of the treasure box, behind a green Bagua (Eight Trigrams) representing the Qian position, is a map of the blue planet, with a red dot marking the location of the Gates of Hell.

Click.

Beside him, the boxer took a picture of a map with his camera and looked at Rasu in disbelief, as if he were looking at an alien.

The other two and the little devil dragon had similar expressions.

It has been a month and a half since Zhou Lan was revived.

For the past month and a half, the Holy Lord has not allowed them to turn the Panku Treasure Box.

The Holy Lord needed to find some materials just in case, and was also waiting for the year of revival that belonged only to him to pass.

Because, in that era, he was the absolute protagonist, possessing the blessing of dark energy.

After all, the Holy Lord only gets one year of resurrection every three hundred years, and he failed twice before. This is the superposition of three divine mandates, which makes him 100% capable of resurrection. It can be said that the divine mandate is terrifyingly strong.

This is also why Zhou Lan needs the blessing of his destiny to carry on the past.

Of course, there are good and bad things. The good news is that Destiny is strong, but the bad news is that Destiny was ruined by Lope, which resulted in Shendu only having a 100% chance of being revived, and that was all predicted.
Now, the year has finally passed, and the Holy Lord can begin to have people turn the Panku Box.

He immediately thought of Rasu, the guy whom Zhou Lan had described as 'Panku's destiny'.

Unexpectedly, after only three minutes of using it, I opened a door.

That's much better than the kind of skill a boxer can only unlock every few months.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

Rasu was a little confused. After he was kidnapped, these people didn't restrict him much, but he couldn't escape. Every time he tried to run away, he was caught and brought back, and they would breathe fire at him.

After a few tries, he calmed down.

He secretly sought help from Valon and his good brother Afen and Zhou on several occasions.

But in the end, he was given a task: to report on the situation here regularly. Eventually, he could only settle down here.

"It's nothing." The Holy Lord looked at the demon dragon and asked, "How are the preparations going?"

"We're still missing some materials. In this age of decline, 70% of magical materials have disappeared, and 99% of high-level magical materials have become extinct. The last few materials will require more time."

The Holy Lord glanced at the Demon Dragon and sensed something different about it.

This slightly respectful tone, coupled with the occasional longing in her eyes, secretly pleased the Holy Lord.

That rebellious son has truly changed; he'll probably be able to stand on his own two feet soon.
He looked out the window with a touch of emotion: "I'll go to the Gates of Hell with Rasu. You get things done as soon as possible."

The little demon dragon hesitated, but ever since he had witnessed the power of demons firsthand, he had also become very interested in other demons.

So some wanted to see the other demons: "Yes, Father, but..."

"You want to go too?" the Holy Lord asked gently, his mood improving even more.

"Yes father."

"Okay, let's go together."

The Holy Lord looked at Han Bing and the other two: "You three don't need to follow along. Go and supervise the progress of the materials."

"Yes, boss!"

In the responses from the three individuals.

The Holy Lord took the camera from the boxer, glanced at the photos, and then closed his eyes to ponder for a while.

The shadows surged, carrying the demon dragon and Rasu into the shadows, and stealthily moved toward the direction of Westwood's door.

Shadow is a dimension where crimson and darkness intertwine, connecting all the shadows of the outside world.

"Shen Du, well done."

Shadows swirled around him, and a large bat appeared, a slight smile playing on its lips.

He hadn't expected it to be his turn so quickly.

After all, the Holy Lord's reign had only just ended. Although he knew that the collapse of the balance was more outrageous than he had imagined, he still felt uneasy every time demons appeared in droves.

Ximu looked around, his eyes lighting up: "Hey nephew, how have you been lately?"

“Very good.” The little devil dragon replied with a smile, appearing very polite.

"Tsk, nephew, you've changed. I preferred the old you."

"I was young and impetuous back then."

"Alright, Ximu." The Holy Lord interrupted Ximu's conversation with the demon dragon, frowning as he looked at Ximu: "Why are you contacting me now instead of waiting behind the door?"

"Wait a little longer." Ximu shifted his gaze from the demon dragon and looked at the Holy Lord with a smile, saying, "Don't open my door so soon."

The Holy Lord paused, frowning: "What do you mean?"

The shadows stopped surging, and the group of people floated in the shadows.

Some shadowy creatures approached out of curiosity, but upon sensing the aura emanating from the demon dragon, they immediately scattered and fled in all directions.

"Literally speaking, if I'm not mistaken, the righteous mage is now like a frightened bird, waiting for me at my door with the magic he's trying to use to seal me."

Ximu looked at the Holy Lord: "So, it's too dangerous for us to go there now. We need to wait."

The Holy Lord frowned: "When will that be?"

The little demon dragon also looked at Ximu, his eyes thoughtful. It is said that hell will wear down the wisdom and power of demons, but he felt that his Uncle Eight still had some ability.
"It won't be long before our presence is felt, and soon those mages will be busy."

As soon as the words were spoken, shadows began to stir.

Suddenly, the Holy Lord sensed the unease and anxiety of the ninja soldiers around him.

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"What have you done?" The Holy Lord frowned. He didn't have much power left, and the Shadow soldiers were still quite important. Without these soldiers, he would be hindered in many ways.

Seemingly knowing what the Holy Lord was thinking, Ximu shook his head and said, "It won't have any impact."

Ximu crouched on a rock, with no other demons around. He explained, "The commander of the shadows is weaker than you think. As long as you have this mask, he cannot bypass the general to command your ninja soldiers."

The Holy Lord's brow relaxed slightly. If that was the case, then whether the Shadow revived or not was no longer of any concern to him.

Ximu continued, "Even because of the seal, you can still use the mask to reach some cooperation with this sole commander."

A hint of disdain flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes: "Cooperation? They're more like kings than commanders."

Ximu shrugged, somewhat noncommittally: "Maybe, but it really won't affect you much."

"Go back and rest first. Wait a few days until you sense the aura of that mage fighting the monster before opening my door. For that, I can help you open two seals."

The Holy Lord seemed to be deep in thought. He suddenly asked, "Where is my anger?"

Ximu fell silent.

The Holy Lord frowned, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes: "You."

Xi Mu spread his hands helplessly: "You can't blame Shen Du for this. You betrayed us first. And when you betrayed us, you should have known that your anger would become a resource for hell."

The Holy Lord paused for a moment, then asked, "Is it all gone?"

Ximu looked at the Holy Lord with a strange expression: "Who do you think will be left? After all, everyone's deficit is so huge, even if there are any left, they will all be used to avoid the wear and tear of hell on themselves."

Seeing that the Holy Lord remained silent, Ximu tried to pat the Holy Lord's shoulder, but the pat passed right through him: "Relax, Holy Lord, this is a good thing. If you need it, I can tell you a way to recover."

The Holy Lord looked at Ximu with some surprise, the resentment in his eyes fading slightly: "What method?"

Ximu's eyes flickered, but his gaze remained smiling: "Swallow me."

Holy Lord:
The little demon dragon widened its eyes slightly as it looked at its eighth uncle.

Ah this
What's going on?
Dad's Antique Shop.

"Oh dear~ another demon is about to rise again!!!"

The sound of the old man breaking down rang out.

That Spider Woman just left! Dad was just thinking his good days were about to begin, but then... but then...
The good days are over again.
"Dad, what kind of demon is it this time?" Xiaoyu's face was also full of solemnity.

After the Cursed Blue incident, although she still enjoyed adventure, she no longer pursued dangerous adventures.

After all, the scenes of those disasters, and the sight of her father collapsing from exhaustion while trying to erase the disasters, had a great impact on her.

In addition, during this time, Jackie Chan would take her with him to help those in need whenever he had free time. So now, when Jade hears that a demon has descended, she only feels solemn and has a mission to destroy the demon.

Jackie Chan and Tru also put down their work.

This disaster was far too great.

Jackie Chan is now mostly helping his father and Tru translate classical Chinese texts.

He also realized that sometimes, archaeology is not an absolute necessity.

Based on the demons that have appeared in the world so far, all eight great demons from the past will be resurrected.

Therefore, when the old man was in the state of time, he found the remaining divine artifacts that sealed the demon, and during this time he prepared the corresponding potion.

Once the demon appears, you can go and subdue it immediately.

Without the blessing of the past, the sealing magic is now effective against demons, hitting them one by one with a single cast.

The old man muttered something to himself in a somewhat solemn tone.

As the power of justice continued to emerge, a green hexagram appeared in front of the old man.

"Qian? This represents the Sky Demon. Let me see."

Jackie Chan murmured to himself as he quickly walked into the library, took out a book, and flipped through it. He soon found the corresponding explanation in his own annotations.

"Ximu, the Sky Demon, was once the ruler of the sky. He was sealed away by Han Xiangzi, one of the Eight Immortals. The divine token that subdued him was a flute."

"Flute!"

Xiaoyu pulled out an old flute and its accompanying medicine from a shelf.

Jackie Chan glanced at it, then continued to mutter to himself, "And the door that sealed him is near a soccer field in Los Angeles right now!"

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

A low incantation continued to sound, and a large green door opened.

Within five minutes of the fluctuation appearing, the old man had led a group of people to wait near the gate of the Sky Demon.

However, the group waited there for two hours, and the sky gradually turned to dusk.

But they did not see any sign of the demon.

The four looked at each other, bewildered. What was going on?

"Daddy"

Just as Jackie Chan was about to lose his temper and ask something...

Tru, standing next to him, trembled, his eyes instantly filled with fear.

At the same time, the black energy and the righteous energy suddenly began to change.

The father, who had been resting with his eyes closed but was gradually becoming anxious, suddenly opened them: "Oh dear~ it's not Ximu who has been revived!"

"No, it's not just Ximu!"

(End of this chapter)