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

Chapter 236 The Longsword Moved!

In the end, the two of them got the same answer.

A green door appeared next to the old man.

He strode inside.

Only a fourteen-year-old girl remained before the Holy Lord's gate.

She glanced at the dilapidated Dragon Amusement Park sign not far away.

This place should have originally belonged to the evil god, right?

Thinking it over, Xiaoyu lightly leaped onto the antlers of a giant moose at the entrance of Dragon Paradise.

Milky-white threads gradually spread across his body, instantly taking control of dozens of magic circles in the area.

My father is a futurist, meaning he uses magic to borrow the power of elements and authority to achieve his goals.

Xiaoyu is the one who holds the power.

Although it seems like the father is protecting Jade and Jackie Chan, right now, it's true that Jackie Chan and Jade are stronger.

When both sides have the ability to activate the formations in this area, and can independently create magic to seal the eight great demons, Xiaoyu is the most suitable person to stay.

As for regardless of the United States
Impossible. Neither Dad nor Jade would stand by and watch civilians be slaughtered by demon wizards.

All eight formations are in a semi-activated state.

Behind Xiaoyu, a phantom image of a sword appeared, followed by a flute, a drum, a fan, clappers, a lotus bud, a gourd, and fresh flowers.

The phantom images of eight sealed objects formed the shape of a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) and rotated behind Xiaoyu.

Raise your hand.

Behind him, the phantom of the longsword gradually solidified.

When the Holy Lord arrives, she will kill him immediately, seize the Panku Box, and then wait for her father to return. Depending on the situation, she will open the Panku Box, make full preparations, and completely close the Demon Gate.

Alternatively, leave the opportunity to Di Kui.

The crimson sunset dipped below the horizon.

Darkness swept across the land, and in the sky, a crescent moon emitted a faint light.

To prevent cities devoid of human civilization from falling into complete darkness.

Huhu~
A gust of wind blew by, sending a plastic bag flying through the air in an arc before disappearing into the distance.

Tread~
At the end of the street, a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes walked over, leading a man with a band-aid on his nose.

The man held a diamond-shaped treasure box, with one corner protruding, indicating that the object left behind by the deity was in an open state.

Beside the two, amidst a sea of ​​crimson, a beautiful snake-like creature was muttering something to itself.

The milky white light in Xiaoyu's eyes grew even brighter.

The seven sealed objects behind him echoed the longsword in his hand, seemingly empowering it.

hum~
A peculiar fluctuation swept across the scene.

On Xiaoyu's body, a dotted line solidified and then broke.

This space is sealed by magic; portals like Shadow and teleportation spells cannot be activated here.

The Holy Lord paused, realizing that although he knew these people would be well-prepared for the final door, he hadn't expected them to be so well-prepared.

A strong killing intent swept over them.

Goosebumps began to rise on the necks of the Holy Lord and Rasu, forming a line that looked as if they were about to be cut open.

Rasu swallowed hard; for the first time, he was enveloped by such intense killing intent.

His originally firm resolve wavered slightly when he saw that girl who was anything but cute.

I feel like I'm going to die?
Zheng~
This idea just came to me.

A sword light pierced the darkness, slashing without hesitation towards the Holy Lord's neck, and also towards his own neck.

Even with the inheritance of extraordinary physical cultivation, he is still a mortal and cannot escape it at all.

In his eyes, the expressionless, cold-eyed girl was still standing on the antlers of that giant elk.

He only had time to close his eyes; he couldn't do anything else.

Call ~
The expected pain, or the sensation of having one's head severed, did not come.

Rasu held his breath and slowly opened his eyes. The girl hovered slightly in mid-air, her long sword resting before the Holy Lord's neck. Her eyes, filled with killing intent, grew even colder, and her entire body trembled slightly.

He turned his head and saw that beside the projection of Basha, there was also a projection of a little boy who was tied up.

The little boy was enveloped in a very stable flame, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, as if it were very hot.

In front of the Holy Lord, a little finger floats in his hand.

Upon closer inspection, Rasu noticed that the child in the projection appeared to have his left little finger broken off, and it was bleeding profusely.

Perhaps the sweat on the child's forehead wasn't hot, but rather from shock and coldness caused by excessive blood loss.

"Quick, don't just stand there, go and let me out."

Basha spoke up without hesitation, urging Rasu on.

But Rasu didn't dare to move, just stood there trembling as he looked at the two of them.

Because he could sense that the girl's killing intent was growing increasingly intense. If he dared to move, the girl, in a state of heightened alertness, would not hesitate to sever his head with a single sword strike.

“Kill me, and that flame will go out of control.”

The Holy Lord stared into the girl's eyes and calmly said, "You can talk to him."

The two people's voices seemed to have startled the boy.

His eyeballs struggled to open, slowly revealing their weary eyes.

After a period of confusion came pain, but upon seeing the situation of Xiaoyu and the Holy Lord, he instantly snapped out of it.

"Xiaoyu Saves"

His words stopped abruptly. He quickly realized what was happening and said with a slight tremor in his body, "Xiaoyu, don't worry about me. Don't let anyone threaten you because of me."

His face grew increasingly pale, his lips had lost all color, and his vision blurred intermittently, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

The boy managed to force a smile, as if he wanted to, but failed.

She was still forcing her eyes open, not wanting to close them: "Xiaoyu, don't let me get hurt. I've already...sorry...to...Sam."

Bloodshot veins crept into Xiaoyu's eyes; the devil's methods were far more despicable than she had imagined.

Jimmy should have thought of that.

But she couldn't find Jimmy.
did not expect.
The Holy Lord took a step back and calmly said, "His wound is still bleeding. According to the human race's constitution, he should be in shock by now and could die at any moment. If you arrive in time, you can save him."

"I just wanted to open that door, that's all."

Xiaoyu stared intently at the boy in the scene whose eyelids were growing heavier and heavier, feeling the familiar scent emanating from that little finger.

That was her last friend. How could she not save him?
Sam's death is still fresh in her mind; if Jimmy dies too, she will never forgive herself.

but.
The examples of China and the Soviet Union are still fresh in our minds: tens of millions of people died, families were torn apart, and the whole world mourned.

It was a sacrifice of Jimmy, a lifelong burden of guilt, that allowed the final door to pass smoothly.

Or should we go save Jimmy, exposing the whole world to the crisis?

If this were to lead to another Sino-Soviet catastrophe, she would never forgive herself.

A breeze blew by, gently ruffling the girl's hair.

It also stirred a pendant on the girl's chest.

The whole world seemed to have stopped in the girl's eyes.

Shadows, plague, calamity, slaughter, fire.
The crisis facing humanity remains as multifaceted as ever.

She glanced sideways at the boy who was still forcing himself not to show any signs of fatigue.

I thought about a lot of things in a short time.

For example, what would I think if I and Jimmy switched places?
For example, what would happen if Jimmy died too?
such as
Countless anticipation, filled with endless sorrow, made her eyes grow ever more bloodshot.

Everything in Xiaoyu's mind shattered when she saw those eyes filled with fear, confusion, and hope as more than six million people evacuated Hong Kong.

A hint of madness appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

All of this was caused by the devil.

All you need to do is kill the demon, right?
The longsword moved!

　One more, later.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)