Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion.

Chapter 124 A Book of a Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales! A Chaotic Dance of Ghosts!

Xiaoyu was completely different from usual at this moment.

Her eyes gleamed with an eerie red light, and she exuded a chilling aura.

"Little girl, you..."

The Holy Lord was about to speak when he suddenly froze.

He saw several blurry figures slowly emerge behind Xiaoyu. Those figures were tall, ferocious, and exuded a black aura.

It's a ghost!

Moreover, it is a ghost even more powerful than the ghost summoned by the Holy Lord!

"This...this is the true power of the Book of One Hundred Ghosts and Strange Tales?"

The Holy Lord gazed at the various demons before him, two flames igniting in his scarlet eyes.

Unlike the shadow soldiers he summoned with his own magic, these guys in front of him each exuded a chilling sense of oppression.

The hanged ghost's long, scarlet tongue, dripping with saliva, swayed in mid-air;

On the starving ghost's skeletal frame, only a skin remained, and ghostly flames seemed to flicker in its empty eye sockets.

The water ghost's wet hair was tangled together, its fingernails were sharp and long, and it reeked of decay...

This is what the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons should look like!

The Holy Lord licked his lips, his eyes practically overflowing with greed. If he could seize this power for himself, what did the mere Sino-Soviet Union matter?

"Little girl, hand over the complete encyclopedia of magic to me."

The Holy Lord's voice trembled slightly; he was eager to study the book and find a way to control this power.

At this moment, Jackie Chan, Uncle, and Tru also emerged from the tunnel. Seeing the bizarre scene before them, the three were speechless with astonishment.

"Oh my God..."

Jackie Chan instinctively took half a step back; he had never seen such a terrifying sight.

"Xiaoyu, she..."

The old man clutched the potion tightly in his hand, his cloudy eyes filled with worry.

Tru then stood directly in front of his father, assuming a defensive stance.

"Uncle Long, we have to find a way to get Xiaoyu back!"

Jackie Chan lowered his voice and said that he didn't want Jade to be with these ghostly things.

"Don't rush."

The old man gestured to Jackie Chan to calm down.

"The most urgent task is to remove the tattoo on Xiaoyu's foot."

As he spoke, the old man took out a small bottle from his pocket, which contained a magic potion he had carefully concocted.

Jackie Chan nodded, took a deep breath, and rushed towards Xiaoyu.

But he had only taken two steps when he was bounced back by an invisible force.

"Hehehe..."

The hanged ghost let out a sinister laugh, its long, scarlet tongue waving back and forth in front of Jackie Chan.

"Want to touch our king? You'll have to get past us first!"

"You lot..."

Jackie Chan was about to unleash a torrent of curses when his father stopped him.

"Jackie Chan, don't be impulsive!"

The old man scolded,

"These monsters are not easy to deal with; we need to outsmart them."

Jackie Chan gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He knew his father was right; a head-on confrontation was definitely not the solution.

The Holy Lord had no time to pay attention to Jackie Chan and the others; all his attention was focused on Jade.

"Little girl, give me the book."

The Holy Lord spoke again, his tone now carrying a hint of threat.

"Don't force me to take action."

Xiaoyu tilted her head, scrutinizing the Holy Master, a strange smile playing on her lips:

"You want it? Then come and get it yourself."

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Xiaoyu, reaching out to grab the Complete Book of Spells.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the pages, Xiaoyu suddenly disappeared.

"Um?"

The Holy Lord was taken aback, and then his expression changed drastically.

He sensed a powerful magical force gathering behind him.

"Come forth, my subjects!"

Xiaoyu's voice echoed in the empty hall.

Before he finished speaking, countless ghostly figures emerged from all directions, surrounding the Holy Lord.

"this……"

The Holy Lord was horrified to discover that these ghostly figures were several times more powerful than those he had summoned!

"Get them!"

At Xiaoyu's command, the ghostly figures surged towards the Holy Lord like a tidal wave.

The Holy Lord hurriedly activated his magic and summoned shadow soldiers to defend himself.

In an instant, the hall was filled with ghostly figures and black mist, and the two forces collided wildly, emitting deafening roars.

However, the Dark Lord's Shadow Soldiers were utterly helpless against the evil spirits summoned by Xiaoyu.

Before long, the shadowy soldier was torn to pieces and disappeared into the air.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Holy Lord turned to escape, but was blocked by several evil spirits.

"Trying to run away?"

The hanged ghost laughed, its long tongue lashing out at the Holy Lord like a whip.

The Holy Lord dodged awkwardly, but was still hit several times, making him wince in pain.

Meanwhile, Jackie Chan and his father were also busy.

While the Holy Lord and the evil spirits were fighting, they quietly approached Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, wake up!"

Jackie Chan tried to wake Jade, but Jade acted as if she hadn't heard him and continued to command the evil spirits to attack Shendu.

There's no other way.

The old man gritted his teeth and pulled a potion bottle from his pocket.

"Jackie Chan, Tru, hold Jade down!"

Jackie Chan and Tru exchanged a glance, nodded, and pounced on Jade from the left and right respectively.

But as soon as they got close, they were blocked by several evil spirits.

"Get out of here!"

Jackie Chan roared and punched the evil spirit.

But his fist passed right through the demon's body without causing any damage.

"Hehehe..."

The demons let out mocking laughter and lunged at Jackie Chan and Tru with bared teeth and claws.

Just at this critical moment, a deep voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"Ximu, lend me your power! Stasis!"

The voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, causing everyone to pause in surprise.

Xiaoyu's movements also stopped, and the red light in her eyes gradually faded.

"It is the Holy Lord!"

Jackie Chan exclaimed in surprise.

It turns out that just now, the Holy Lord secretly recited Ximu's incantation while the evil spirits weren't paying attention.

This incantation can temporarily suppress the power of the dark energy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Jackie Chan and Tru quickly broke free from the evil spirit's entanglement and rushed to Jade's side.

Jackie Chan grabbed Jade's ankle, while her father quickly applied the potion to Jade's tattoo.

"Sizzle..."

A piercing sound rang out, the tattoo began to smoke, and its color faded.

"what……"

Xiaoyu let out a painful scream, and her body trembled violently.

"Hang in there, Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan held onto Jade tightly, afraid she would break free.

Finally, thanks to the efforts of his father and Jackie Chan, the tattoo disappeared completely.

Xiaoyu also fainted.

In the blink of an eye, the Holy Lord's figure appeared like a ghost and snatched the "Complete Book of Spells" from Xiaoyu's hand!

The ancient book, emanating a faint black aura in the Holy Lord's palm, seemed to contain the wailing of countless wronged souls.

The Holy Lord gripped the book tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He raised his head, his scarlet eyes flashing with greed and madness, a cruel smile playing on his lips, as if a demon from the deepest hell had descended upon the world:

"It's over? No! This is just the beginning!"

The Holy Lord's voice was hoarse and deep, like two rough stones rubbing together, each word carrying a suffocating pressure. An astonishing incantation was being slowly chanted…

(End of this chapter)