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

Chapter 187 Cemetery
hell.

Xiaofeng, Basha, Bogang, and Dikui, the four remaining demons of Hell, sat in four directions, watching the battle from the perspective of the Holy Lord, their expressions varying throughout.

"No, no, damn it, don't hurt those little cuties!"

Bo Gang's eyes were filled with sorrow as she murmured repeatedly, lamenting the passing of those people.

If it weren't for the glistening tear at the corner of her mouth, her expression and words would have made one think that an ugly Buddha statue had been imprisoned in hell.

Di Kui was somewhat disgusted, but didn't say anything.

After all, it was his own business in his Thunder Kingdom, and he had no reason to interfere in the affairs of other kingdoms.

Basha and Xiaofeng, on the other hand, frowned deeply.

That's outrageous, truly outrageous.

One trump card after another, the energy level rising higher and higher; there was no limit to what the demon could achieve before it was sealed away.
Even more absurdly, it appears ordinary and unremarkable under normal circumstances, not at all considered part of the balance.
Xiaofeng sighed; he saw no hope of preserving the Demon Age.

This kind of rapprochement between China and the Soviet Union is something not every evil can achieve.

Otherwise, Di Kui would have been dealt with long ago.

The reason why China and the Soviet Union did not have the same strength was because they had maximized the hatred between the leaders of the righteous faction.

He could already imagine what he would face when he went out.

Basha was in a similar situation; she had been using short periods of sleep to adjust the power within her body for some time.

But she actually watched the demon every time.

She is also able to understand the current situation.

The matter of the Earth Demon has implicated the gods, and the human race's scheming is also a headache for the demons.

Now, there is basically no hope for Sino-Soviet relations.

Once she goes out, how will she maintain her dominance against a lineup of that caliber?
The answer is: Absolutely not!

Even if you hide in the deep sea, it won't help; you'll still be caught and sent back to hell.

This can be seen from the Earthly Demon. The Earthly Demon was even sitting in another dimension, but he was brought out and his energy level was raised again and again before he was finally sent back to Hell.

"The capital of God."

Xiaofeng spoke, his tone enigmatic, as if he wanted to ask something, but then felt it was pointless, and fell silent for a moment.

The Holy Lord also did not experience the joy of his soul completely leaving the human body.

Because the destiny before them is aimed at the eight great demons, unless they return to hell now and never come out again.

Otherwise, these hellish things will eventually fall on him too.

He couldn't help but think of Lopez, and then he couldn't suppress the murderous intent in his eyes.

That runemaster who seized the power of hope. That damned traitor.
"Don't even think about it, I can't bless you."

The Holy Lord sighed, toying with the rabbit talisman in his hand, his expression somewhat complicated.

The little demon dragon beside him, watching the catastrophic scene, flickered in his eyes and couldn't help but mutter, "Not enough... not strong enough... just a little stronger would be enough, to be at Uncle's level."

The Holy Lord glanced at the demon dragon, frowned, but then said nothing.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and the apocalyptic scene in the distance grew ever more magnificent, while the demons' hearts grew ever more desolate.

Is Ximu the only one who is right?
I'm so unwilling to accept this!
boom!
five minutes ago.

Zhong Su stared frantically at the old human mage not far away, whose clapperboard was already cracked.

"Old man, without the castanets, what do you have left?"

"I will bury you and the city you protected together!"

Boom~
After another thunderclap, Zhong Su's seven-meter-tall figure appeared behind his father. He cruelly raised his hand, and lightning crackled in his hand as he instantly struck down.

The old man's shield flickered, and he silently chanted a spell to make the demons and monsters leave, his powerful aura of justice attempting to activate the sealing magic once more.

But the sound produced by the broken castanets had changed shape.

The magic from the ancient gods could no longer protect him.

Thump~ Click.
The roar of thunder exploded on the shield, and in an instant, the shield shattered, and the tyrannical monarch did not hesitate to kill.

Fortunately, human mages tend to leave some kind of shield on themselves after the dragon incident.

Layers of magical shields were activated, but they shattered one by one under the Demon Lord's fist.

at last.

thump~
The old mage was sent flying backward, transforming into a streak of lightning that disappeared into the crystallized earth struck by lightning. Rumble~
Centered on the old master, the entire area within a one-kilometer radius was cracking.

A cruel smile appeared on the Demon Lord's lips.

A thunderous roar erupted when it reappeared.

We have arrived in another city of death.

The Lord of Thunder looked at the mage with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his voice growing increasingly frantic.

"Old man, is this the burial plot you chose? Here you go!"

Unlike those talkative villains, the Demon Lord's full-force lightning was already close to the old mage before he finished speaking.

Kill this old man, give him another day, and he'll destroy the world.

Boom~
The enormous fist, crackling with violent lightning, slammed solidly into the old man's abdomen.

thump~
A muffled sound rang out. Given the mage's frail body, this attack should have been enough to reduce the old mage to nothingness. Neither his soul nor his lingering thoughts would have any chance of survival in the thunder of the Thunder Lord.

The same is true.

The old mage's body did not fly backward, but instead disintegrated into particles in the lightning.

But Zhong Su's face showed no pleasure, only increasing violence: "A puppet?"

Boom~
A bolt of lightning flashed, and the residual electric arcs on the old mage's body became the perfect tracker for the Thunder Lord.

The Thunder Lord stared at the doll crackling with electric arcs before him, his eyes growing even more ferocious.

He crushed the doll in one swift motion.

"Mage, you'd better hide, or I'll slaughter your people!"

The Chinese and Soviet forces decisively arrived at a half-destroyed city, where a vast network of lightning instantly enveloped the city, and thunderbolts rained down continuously.

A city was quickly wiped out.

In another city.

"Give the stuff to Dad, quick!"

"Old Haha, you used a substitute puppet, which has already shortened your lifespan. If you don't properly stabilize your soul, there will be serious problems."

"Look at yourself, what problem could be bigger than this?"

The old man saw a thin old man wearing a red robe, with very little hair on his head and an extremely aged face, and immediately reached out to snatch it.

This person is called Kaiqing, an extremely talented puppeteer who replicated the work of a great puppeteer of ancient times, the Monkey King, and subsequently became famous in the supernatural world.

But this old fellow is very wicked. Ever since he snatched some customers from my father, the two old men have been at odds and argue whenever they meet.

During disasters, he also uses his own methods to save people, but that's all he does.

The combat power of a puppeteer lies in the puppets. However, in the Dharma-ending Age, many materials have disappeared. Without becoming a black energy puppeteer to create flesh-and-blood or soul-distorted puppets, their combat power is extremely limited, and they can't even go to the moon.

This disaster happened right on his doorstep. When Jackie Chan put on the God Armor, he asked about it and then started contacting his father to prepare to seal the magic, which eventually led to this situation.

After all, it was just playful banter between old friends, and they would definitely help each other if they could if the other was really in trouble.
Seeing his father snatch the castanets, he couldn't help but remind him again, "You absolutely mustn't use magic continuously, or there will really be problems."

The old man didn't reply, turned away with murderous intent, and completely ignored him.

He was instantly teleported to the sky above the second rapidly dying city, and without hesitation began chanting: "Demons and monsters, leave! Demons and monsters, leave!"

A green glow appeared and disappeared.

Zhong and Su looked over and grinned menacingly: "It's the same every time. You're not alone in this cemetery!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

From the east of the city, a fat man flew towards this place at an incredible speed, shouting something.

To the west, a massive aura suddenly rose, also the power of the battle armor.

To the north, the damned aura of the Saints reappeared, weakened but still dangerous.

Including the human mage who was still chanting incantations not far away.

He appears to be surrounded!
Zhong Su's eyes grew increasingly violent: "Come on, all of you, let's see if you can destroy the Thunder Lord!"

boom!
The thunder grew increasingly violent, gradually turning blood red.

The atmosphere of the apocalypse grew increasingly terrifying.

(End of this chapter)