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

Chapter 267 Tomb of the Gods

"Welcome back, great fire demon, Your Majesty of the Divine Capital."

A demon, standing two and a half meters tall, entirely black with bat wings, bloodshot eyes, and a weak aura, appeared, flapping its wings and flying towards the vast dragon herd and the high-ranking monarch in the sky.

His posture was slightly humble, and he bowed slightly while hovering in the sky at the same height as the Holy Lord: "I admire your wisdom."

"Don't make any more moves, Ximu. You're no longer a demon," the Holy Lord said silently.

"I wouldn't dare." Ximu lowered his head. "I came out this time to provide you with some information, Your Majesty."

He raised his hand, and a streak of seven-colored light shimmered in his palm. It was a magnificent hall, in which a rhombus-shaped crystal was constantly spinning, radiating a sacred aura.

The Holy Lord's pupils contracted, and his brows furrowed slightly: "This is..."

"The divine crystals in the tomb of the gods can easily send us back to hell."

Ximu smiled and said, "Among them, there are two god guardians at the level of demon wizards, which have not yet been activated."

The Holy Lord turned to look at Ximu, his scarlet eyes narrowing slightly: "Ximu, you seem to know many things I don't. What did Xiaofeng tell you?"

"Perhaps it's a coincidence?" Ximu smiled and changed the subject: "But besides what I discovered by chance, there's also someone who came to give a gift to Your Majesty."

The Holy Lord's expression softened slightly. Although he would dismantle the contents of this so-called tomb of the gods once he found it.

But when Ximu said it, it always made him feel like he was being used.

This made the currently invincible Holy Lord somewhat unhappy, but if gifts were added, then there would be no problem.

The gods protect them, and demons will vanquish them. Ximu, who brings intelligence, is a truly good citizen.

Xi Mu's lips twitched slightly. Just as he expected.
In the memories given by Xiaofeng, Jackie Chan used four divine artifacts to fuse with the two divine guardians, gained control of the divine crystal, and then seemed to be possessed by a god, using a clever trick to defeat the Holy Lord.

Although that was before the Holy Lord was forcibly strengthened, the outcome would definitely be different now.

However, just in case, he still had to come and deliver the intelligence as soon as possible.

The Holy Lord may be defeated, but not so easily. At the very least, there must be no place in the world like the Tomb of the Gods.

Ximu raised his hand, and a huge tray with a diameter of 1.5 meters appeared in his hand. On the tray, two huge worms with a length of 70 centimeters were constantly wriggling.

Even the tiny specks of viscous liquid on the plate were radiating powerful spiritual energy, making the Demon Eater's Finger eager to devour them.

The Holy Lord's eyes brightened slightly as he traced the source of the demonic insect!
That guy Ximu actually still has some left!

He subconsciously licked his lips and reached out to grab it, but just as he was about to grab it, the Holy Lord paused slightly.

Raise your hand.

Rumble~
Not far from Hong Kong, a not-so-large mountain range began to collapse, along with some of Hong Kong's buildings.

Amidst these ruins, a colossal ancient city, with each floor of its buildings reaching a height of around thirty meters, slowly emerged.

The dragon's overwhelming demonic aura enveloped the entire Hong Kong, giving these ancient buildings a completely new look.

The Holy Lord's gaze shifted slightly.

Among the dragons, a massive dragon, 25 meters long, slender overall, and with a wingspan of 60 meters, hovered not far away, its head slightly bowed.

"I want to see them reproduce within three days."

The Holy Lord pointed to the two Origin-Tracing Demon Insects.

The dragon lowered its head slightly, its voice tinged with fervor: "I obey Your Majesty's decree."

As he spoke, he carefully picked up the plate and flew towards a place that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

That was where his ancestors worked. In the inherited memories, countless scenes of raising the Origin-Tracing Demonic Insects appeared. The giant dragon entered a huge palace amidst countless envious glances.

Ang~
With a resounding dragon roar, the magic within the palace rapidly reconstructed, and six-pointed star arrays brought the building to life.

"Go back to the palace!"

At a command, tens of thousands of dragons roared in unison, filled with fear, and entered the buildings belonging to the kingdom's official authorities.

Of the buildings, 30% still retain their magic intact.

But even those buildings that had failed were now rapidly starting to function again under the dragons' spells.

Back then, the demon lord with the highest magical attainments was the Holy Lord, and the race with the strongest magical attainments was the dragon. From birth, every year they would awaken a vast amount of magical knowledge in their minds until adulthood.

It could be said that each dragon was a dragon wizard no less powerful than a grand mage. Roar~
In the center of the vast city, within the Holy Lord's palace, two colossal dragons, each thirty meters long and with a wingspan of seventy meters, pulled a magnificent chariot as they soared into the sky.

After the chariot took off, the magnificent golden flames swirled around it, making the dragon appear even more majestic and powerful.

It was like a sun, dispelling all the darkness in sight.

A majestic voice echoed from the carriage seat throughout the entire kingdom.

"Wear the dragon flag and tell the world that their holy lord has returned! Let them choose between submission and death! Within three days, any city that does not fly the dragon flag will be struck by the dragon."

At Silent command, hundreds of giant dragons soared into the sky, carrying bright red flags, and headed towards all parts of the world.

The Holy Lord's chariot, like the sun in the sky, headed straight for the Mount Everest mountain range.

Along the way, none of the extraordinary beings dared to look up at the rapidly moving blazing sun, trembling under its terrifying pressure.

bump!
"Is there no other way?"

Jackie Chan asked his father with a hint of suppressed emotion in his eyes.

Beside them, a huge, gray-haired man with a wrinkled face lay quietly in place.

The old man looked at Tru and shook his head: "No, the dragon's attack was too powerful. In order to defend against that attack, the God Armor drained his lifespan. Now the old man can only keep him alive. Theoretically, he is already dead."

Jackie Chan's eyes gradually welled up with tears. He looked up at the rapidly receding dragon chariot and the dragon behind it, his eyes filled with hatred.

Holy Lord
"Uncle Long, take off your armor too."

Xiaoyu's voice rang out beside him.

The situation was urgent, and she had no choice but to save her father and the others.

Moreover, it wasn't Shadow's rebellion. While the Queen could indeed mobilize her power, and so could Shadow, they couldn't unleash the kind of power that overwhelmed Tara.

That time it concerned the queen's life, death, and dignity. This time, the queen is eager for her to die, so naturally she won't help and will instead hinder her.

Therefore, even if the Queen's power can resist the Holy Lord, it is difficult to suppress him. Going there unprepared is no different from sending oneself to one's death.

"No."

"look."

Xiaoyu took out a mirror and pointed it at Jackie Chan. In the mirror, Jackie Chan had wrinkles around his eyes and forehead, and his temples were almost completely white.

He looks like he's almost fifty, but he's only in his thirties.

Jackie Chan froze, and subconsciously reached out to touch his temple.

"Uncle Long, there's a price to pay for mortals using divine power. You can't use it anymore, otherwise..."

Jackie Chan paused for a moment, then firmly replied, "No!"

He even glanced at the two somewhat damaged artifacts that had been peeled off Tru's body on the ground.

The Holy Lord was too powerful. The two divine artifacts were already enough to fight against the Earthly Demon at that time, but when faced with the evil dragon, a single dragon flame killed the wielder of the two divine artifacts.

Even if he still has the authority to protect, he is certainly no match for him; he needs more power.

Even if the price is... your life!
hum~
In the far reaches of perception.

A tremendous force swept across the entire blue planet.

Two immense auras of justice surged into the sky.

Jackie Chan and the others suddenly looked in the direction of Mount Everest.

Before they could even offer their help, one of the auras, which was in no way weaker than the power unleashed by the Guardian Authority, weakened instantly.

Another one followed closely behind five seconds later.

The Holy Lord's demonic energy enveloped the entire world, and the roar of that greatsword resounded throughout the entire Blue Star. Immense pressure instantly descended, causing Old Man and the others who were preparing to provide support to abandon their plans.

This also made Jackie Chan's gaze even more determined.

He glanced at Xiaoyu and her father, who were focused on the distance.

Jackie Chan reached out and grabbed the two magical artifacts.

(End of this chapter)