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

Chapter 262 Dragons and Treasure
Zheng~
The long sword slashed across a distance of thousands of miles, instantly embedding itself in the ground and embedding itself beside the demon dragon.

He turned to look at the weapon, sensing the lingering spiritual energy within it, feeling the surrounding fire elements growing stronger, and looking at the pitted and uneven surface of the longsword, his emotions became even more complicated.

The old man succeeded.
He reached out and touched the magical artifact beside him.

嘤~
The demonic artifact hummed softly, causing the fire within his body to increase slightly.

The little demon dragon was slightly taken aback; it was indeed a fine blade.

Turning his head to look at the dragon egg in the lava, its heart beating stronger and stronger, and watching the body inside gradually fill with magic.

The little demon dragon grasped the magic weapon.

"Old man, perhaps the world will eventually belong to the young, but for now, it's still yours."

The little demon dragon murmured to itself, pulled out the demonic artifact, and stepped through the lava, walking step by step toward the dragon egg.

Upon reaching the dragon egg, the demon dragon inserted its longsword into the pre-prepared groove.

嘤~
The increasingly frequent vibrations suddenly rose up.

An incomparably luxurious aura, one that the dragon craved, reappeared, flowing into the longsword and gradually repairing its dented and uneven surface.

Just as he was about to activate the resurrection array to completely revive the Holy Lord, his hand stopped.

He looked up at the ceiling with some surprise, as if listening to something.

Immediately afterwards, a projection of hell appeared in the lava.

In that world of crimson and nothingness.

A shrill female voice was roaring, and massive amounts of water vapor were destroying all visible rocks, unleashing its power with incredible frenzy.

In the center of the image, a dragon soul seems to be feeling a bit noisy.

They moved further away, but it did nothing to stop the crashing sound of the raging floodwaters and the increasingly shrill female voice.

A hint of disdain flashed in the Holy Lord's eyes. This Basha didn't resemble a Demon Lord at all; she had completely turned into a madwoman.

If this continues, in a few thousand years, Bazaar might become an idiot.

However, the Holy Lord didn't think much of it and silently looked behind the Demon Dragon.

There, a dark figure appeared, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes, making it impossible to tell who it was.

"Ximu."

The Holy Lord spoke, his gaze fixed silently on the illusory figure: "Do you want to stop me?"

He didn't know how Ximu found his way here, but Ximu was no longer considered a demon.

The Sino-Soviet Union originally had a great chance to kill the Saint Seiya, and it could even be said that the Saint Seiya was already dead.

But at the last moment, it was Ximu himself who stopped the forces of China and the Soviet Union, ending the possibility of a Sino-Soviet victory.

Basha's use of the term "traitor" is not an insult; it truly represents betrayal from the perspective of a demon.

What exactly is Ximu plotting?
But whatever his plans, he would never give up this opportunity. He had managed to seize the magical artifact this time, but what about next time?
Every time, there will be a mistake, and once that happens, it weakens the opponent.

“My great sixth brother, noble dragon, powerful demon wizard, supreme fire lord, you have misunderstood me.”

Ximu seemed to be in a good mood, and bowed slightly as he said, "I'm here to help you."

The Holy Lord was taken aback, then immediately refused: "No need!"

He looked at the demon dragon, and was about to say something when Ximu interrupted him.

"and many more!"

The black mist surrounding Ximu gradually dissipated, revealing his demonic body. He flapped his wings and came before the Holy Lord.

With a raised hand, a phantom power merged into the magma.

dong dong~
At the heart of the magma, within the dragon egg, the heart pounded even more violently, and faint dragon roars echoed in the void. A golden dragon appeared and disappeared, seemingly poised to emerge at any moment and plunge into the egg.

That was a dragon talisman sealed by Lope's power, which only recognized the true dragon body of the Holy Lord.

After doing all this, Ximu smiled and bowed slightly.

"First of all, congratulations on Your Majesty for understanding the principle that life is more valuable than wealth. Secondly, this is an improved formation that will allow you to obtain more of your maximum power."

Ximu looked up as if he could see a vast treasure mountain through the ceiling: "The only drawback is that you didn't prepare enough treasure beforehand. This is your only chance, so think it over carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ximu's projection disappeared.

In the underground cave, only the demon dragon and the projection of hell remained.

咚咚
"Aaaaaah! Damn fraudsters, damn betrayers, damn devourers, damn it all, they all deserve to die!"

The sound of a heart pounding and the hysterical cries from hell intertwined.

It was incredibly noisy, yet it also felt quiet.

The little demon dragon looked at the Holy Lord, wanting to persuade him: with enough power, what treasure couldn't he earn back?

But looking at the somewhat conflicted expression on his father's face, he ultimately remained silent.

For a dragon, persuading it to spend its treasure is a dangerous thing; even the little demon dragon is not confident that it can avoid incurring the wrath of the Holy Lord.

Silence is spreading.

But the Dragon Drive is getting stronger and stronger.

An incredibly oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire world.

The people who were cheering for the victory over the demon and the destruction of the dragon gradually found themselves struggling to breathe.

It was supposed to be a joyous day, it was supposed to be winter, and they had clearly won.

but.
It felt as if something incredibly heavy was about to happen, creating a sense of oppression.

People looked back in silence and realized that the demon had indeed been subdued, but the Ganges was still gone.

That great river, which could influence the fate of a nation, will never return.

Even defeating the demon and cleansing away the filth seemed unable to bring happiness.

People in other countries, remembering the destruction caused by the demons, couldn't feel excited, since no one knew if the demons would appear again.

However, people's worship of Jackie Chan is getting stronger and stronger. Fortunately, the human race still has its own guardian deity!

In the United States.

A chubby-cheeked girl in a green mage's robe and blue hair looked up and said, "I feel like even the gods aren't about to be resurrected? Why is it stuck?"

Beside him, Ximu's projection appeared. He glanced at his eldest sister with some surprise. It seemed that without the cumbersome nature of the mountain, Bo Gang's thinking was more agile than before.

But they're not quite smart enough, no wonder.
"He's probably hesitating. You know, that dragon is very stingy. Using treasure is more painful for him than killing him."

Bo Gang nodded, grabbed a handful of meat and stuffed it into her mouth, chewing it heartily. The black aura around her grew larger and larger, and she was beginning to resemble a demon wizard.

This growth rate is quite fast.

“I see. Indeed, the Holy Lord is very stingy. He wouldn’t even give me a city to eat. I don’t like him very much.”

Bo Gang mumbled, "But I like you, Ximu. Next time, if you make more kinds of meat and add some minerals, I'll like you even more."

"Sure, it's already being prepared. It will arrive after you finish eating."

"You really are a devil, Ximu!"

Bo Gang nodded in satisfaction, looked up at the table, then lowered his head to continue eating, ignoring the oppressive atmosphere outside.

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(End of this chapter)