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

Chapter 122 Sunset in the West
It was located in a city on the Germanic border near Poland.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Lei Lou? It's been so long, why haven't you opened a flight route to China yet? What are the airlines doing?"

A scruffy young man looked at the still-unavailable flight tickets on his computer screen, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.

His name is Li Feng. Since he started traveling in Germany three months ago, he has felt that the world has become very wonderful.

He previously believed that the Nightmare Account and other horror games that were making such a stir online were just gimmicks created by marketing accounts to gain traffic.

Just like the Loch Ness Monster, wasn't it just a toy fake created by a few unscrupulous photographers?

I never imagined that supernatural power was real, nor did I expect that humanity would be so powerless when disasters caused by such power struck.

Earthquakes turning over, invisible gravitational waves, and massive tsunamis hundreds of meters high.

Everything was unfolding before my eyes.

Fortunately, the city he is currently traveling to is not a coastal city and has not been affected by the tsunami.

The earthquake was not of a very high magnitude.

Although the city was gripped by panic, the number of casualties was not high.

However, after the internet was recently restored, first came the announcement of the Extraordinary System, followed by a series of disaster photos, all of which terrified Li Feng.

If it weren't for the fact that all of this lasted less than 24 hours, and was interrupted four or five times in between, humanity would have seemed destined to perish under the disaster.

Li Feng's family also lived in a coastal city, and he was eager to go back. However, the airport was closed, the trains were shut down, and many highways were closed.

Human transportation is now almost paralyzed, and all he can do is watch the airlines and curse them every day.

Perhaps feeling overwhelmed with boredom, he picked up his flip phone, went to the balcony, and lit a cigarette.

The heavy dark circles under his eyes made him look even more tired in the smoke.

"Whoo~"

He exhaled a long smoke ring and dialed home again.

But all I heard was a polite female voice saying, "The number you dialed is not in service."

"Diulei Tower"

He cursed furiously, then his voice abruptly stopped.

He stared blankly down, the cigarette between his index and middle fingers trembling slightly.

He slowly raised his hand and took a trembling breath.

"cough cough"

Despite being a seasoned smoker, he was choked so badly that tears and snot streamed down his face.

In the direction he was facing, a dark cloud was covering the city, and a light drizzle was falling from the cloud, bringing a sweet scent to the air.

He witnessed several drunkards on the street below slowly slump down after being soaked by the rain. Their faces gradually turned deathly pale, and they stared at the sky in a twisted and bizarre posture, their eyes widening as blood slowly flowed from them.

The dark clouds are getting closer.

As soon as Li Feng felt a little better, he went straight home, closed the French windows on the balcony, and gasped for breath.

He felt a slight burning sensation at his fingertips and shakily tried to put the cigarette in his mouth.

But when I looked down, I saw patches of black scars on my hands.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the cigarette butt fell to the ground. What was this?
A strong sense of fear was spreading.

"Jie Jie"

A strange, unpleasant laugh drifted over. He looked out stiffly and saw a fat man dressed in silk grabbing a handful of black 'mist' and flying out of his window into the rain.

The fat man looked back, their eyes met, and he left with a strange, cackling laugh. His lower body, which seemed to float like smoke, made Li Feng's body tremble.

Whether it was his imagination or not, Li Feng felt his body becoming heavier and heavier, and his strength was constantly disappearing.

He walked in a panic to his bedroom, intending to close the door and call the police.

But after taking only one step, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

He managed to roll over, using all four limbs to back away, but he felt his breathing becoming incredibly difficult.

"Heh~Heh~"

He grabbed his neck with one hand, as if trying to pull out some foreign object, but felt increasingly powerless.

He thought he might be sick.

In a daze, he saw a picture of his mediocre life.

He was getting younger and younger from his current age of thirty. He vaguely felt a warmth, like his mother's embrace.

so good.
He strained to look out the window and seemed to see a little girl in an orange hoodie carrying a middle-aged man in a blue shirt as they flew out.

A green light seemed to envelop the building and continue to spread outwards.

He felt his breathing become easier, and then he felt extremely tired.

The sound became clearer, but Li Feng felt even more exhausted.

I'm so tired. Am I dead or not?

I wonder if I'll ever be able to be buried in the hills behind my own house.
After assessing the condition of the residents in the building, the old man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the books Lope gave him contained information about the authority of disease.

Otherwise, given the speed at which the disease spreads here, these people would certainly be doomed.

Even now, those in the city who were directly exposed to the rain are beyond saving.

Their lives were taken by disease, and the disease carried life back to its master, restoring the power of the demon wizard.

Fortunately, it's the middle of the night.

The old man looked up at the bright moon in the sky and kept muttering to himself.

There is still hope for this city.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

Centered on this city, green light spreads, and the rain clouds in the sky begin to dissipate.

Magic pointed to the source of the plague.

While chanting the spell, the old man shouted, "Chenglong is in the southeast. That's a rat. We can't let it get away. Disease can enhance its power. It's a dangerous creature."

Jackie Chan, who had flight runes on his body and was checking the residents of the building, was taken aback and immediately replied, "Okay, Dad, I'm going right now, Jade." "What are you waiting for, Uncle Jackie? Follow me!"

Xiaoyu had already flown ahead, speaking solemnly, before instantly flying into the distance.

There were two powerful runes beside her, and she saw Jackie Chan trying to speak.

Without a second thought, Xiaoyu immediately activated the power of the runes.

The two instantly increased their speed several times over, and the powerful wind pressure blocked Jackie Chan's words.

Based on Xiaoyu's understanding of Jackie Chan, she knew that the first thing he would say was to tell her to stay here and protect her father, or something similar to prevent her from helping.

Looking up, I saw my father's immense aura of righteousness contrasting sharply with the rapidly receding rain clouds.

The enemies are almost gone; Dad doesn't need their protection now.
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Los Angeles.

Basketball court.

The Holy Lord turned his head, sensing the aura emanating from the Germanic side, and waved his hand.

Two ninja soldiers escorted Rasu toward a women's restroom.

"Hey, we're all men, we can't go into the women's restroom. We need to be civilized, even if there's no one in the restroom."

Rasu struggled slightly, but could not break free from the ninja soldiers' restraints, and no one around paid any attention to his words.

Ximu's projection continued to wander.

His strange gait made his entire city of demons appear blurry.

This blurriness creates a strong sense of discomfort. It may seem elegant, but staring at it feels like your vision is being pulled, which can easily make you dizzy.

As Rasu approached the door of the women's restroom, the Panku Box suddenly erupted with a massive surge of righteous energy.

It floated up and rotated continuously in the void. When the side with the hexagram faced the toilet door, a hexagram mark also appeared on the door.

They were attracted to each other and gradually inserted themselves into each other perfectly.

hum~
The surge of righteous energy paused, followed by an endless, frenzied spread of black energy.

This was the balance of the dark era, and the blackness grew ever deeper.

A scarlet door with a green border opened instantly.

Following the crimson, there seemed to be a figure strolling along, slowly approaching with a specific gait.

The Holy Lord adjusted his expression. Although he knew that Ximu might be extremely weak, and might not even be able to beat him now.

But a token welcome is still necessary.

He stood smiling before the gates of hell, arms outstretched: "Welcome back, Sky Demon, Westwood!"

The little demon dragon was also very solemn, standing diagonally behind the Holy Lord, with his head slightly bowed.

He still has great respect for demons; the impression that Curse Blue left on him was too deep.

The strange footsteps slowly approached.

A massive vortex of black energy was frantically gathering in the void.

An aura that seemed to rival even that of Zhou Lan slowly began to spread.

The black energy surged and roared incessantly.

The little demon dragon held his breath, raised his head slightly, and his eyes were full of shock. How could these uncles and elders be so strong?

The Holy Lord was slightly taken aback, and a strange look appeared in his eyes.

If others don't know, how could he, a god, not know?
Ximu was beaten the worst; his very essence was dismantled into pieces. When he entered Hell, he was almost no match for those demon wizards. After tens of thousands of years of Hell's erosion, he was lucky if he could retain even one-thousandth of his former power.

How could he possibly display 40% of his strength?

If he possesses such power, then he is more deserving of the coronation than Zhou Lan. With 60% of his peak strength, even a mage of time would be torn to shreds by him.
A blurry, ethereal figure gradually appeared.

His body seemed to be vibrating at a high frequency, and that increasingly bizarre state brought a powerful sense of oppression.

All the extraordinary beings in the world were looking in this direction, seemingly astonished by the power of the newly appeared demon.

"Divine Capital, we've finally met."

He took a light step and appeared behind the Holy Lord in an instant. He reached out and pulled half of the Holy Lord's soul out.

With a slight flick of his finger, two more of the five rings on the Holy Lord's soul shattered.

The remaining three demons are not something that China and the Soviet Union will help him get rid of, but the remaining two demons are just enough to restore his freedom.

The Holy Lord looked strangely at Ximu, who was starting to walk on the football field with a peculiar gait.

"What are you"

Ximu's feet tread on the void, extending upwards, gradually slipping through his fingers. His steps became increasingly elegant, and the wings behind him trembled continuously, like a bat in flight.

Ximu lowered his eyes, his scarlet eyes filled with ecstasy.

Above him, a celestial palace could be faintly seen.

Ximu pointed upwards: "See that? That royal city, now I'm all alone."

"Now, it's time for it to crash."

The Holy Lord fell silent, a hint of disappointment still lingering in his eyes.

Nodding, shadows appeared, and two ninja soldiers escorted Rasu to pick up the Pankut Box and left with the demon dragon.

He knew what Ximu was doing; he hadn't expected Ximu to actually destroy his own status.
As a demon, the Holy Lord couldn't do it, nor did he deign to. He suddenly felt somewhat disheartened.

"The capital of God."

Behind him, Ximu's cheerful voice rang out.

The Holy Lord paused slightly.

But he didn't turn around.

"Remember to sit properly in the formation. As your brother, this is the last thing I can do to help you."

The Holy Lord stepped forward, leading the demon dragon into the shadows, neither refusing nor agreeing.

The decline of Zhoulan was a clash of eras; the broken old days could not withstand the new.

And Ximu.
The Holy Lord's feelings were somewhat complicated.

How could this be?
How could even demons have fallen so low? A once high and mighty monarch now needs to resort to such measures to save his life?
The sun is setting in the west.
(End of this chapter)