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

Chapter 124: A Book of Ghosts! Ghosts Dance Wildly!
Xiaoyu at this moment is completely different from usual.

Her eyes flashed with a strange red light, and she exuded a chilling aura.

"Little girl, you..."

The Holy Lord was about to speak, but suddenly froze.

He saw several blurry figures slowly emerging from behind Xiaoyu. They were tall, ferocious, and exuding a black aura.

It's a ghost!
Moreover, it is a ghost that is more powerful than the one summoned by the Holy Lord!

"This... is this the true power of the Book of One Hundred Demons?"

The Holy Lord looked at the evil spirits of various shapes in front of him, and two flames burned in his scarlet eyes.

Unlike the shadow soldiers that he controlled with his own magic power, each of these guys in front of him exuded a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

The hanged man's long scarlet tongue, dripping with saliva, swung in the air;

Only a piece of skin remained on the starving ghost's bony skeleton, and ghostly fire seemed to flicker in its empty eye sockets.

The water ghost's wet hair was tangled together, his nails were long and sharp, and he exuded a rotten stench...

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

The Holy Lord licked his lips, the greed in his eyes almost overflowing. If he could take this power for himself, what would the mere Zhongsu be?
"Little girl, give me the complete spell collection."

There was a barely perceptible tremor in the Holy Lord's voice. He couldn't wait to study the book and find a way to harness this power.

At this moment, Jackie Chan, Dad, and Tru also came out of the tunnel. Seeing this strange scene, the three of them were shocked.

“Oh my god…”

Jackie Chan subconsciously took a half step back. He had never seen such a horrifying scene.

"Xiaoyu..."

Dad tightly grasped the potion in his hand, his cloudy eyes full of worry.

Tru stood directly in front of his father and took 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 Xiaoyu to stay with these ghosts.

"Don't rush yet."

Dad told Jackie Chan to be patient.

"The most urgent thing is to wash off the tattoo on Xiaoyu's foot."

As he spoke, Dad pulled out a small bottle from his arms, which contained a magic potion he had carefully prepared.

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

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

"Hey hey hey..."

The hanged ghost laughed sinisterly, and its long scarlet tongue swung in front of Jackie Chan.

"Want to touch our king? Get past us first!"

"You guys..."

Jackie Chan was about to curse but was stopped by his father.

"Jackie Chan, don't be impulsive!"

Dad scolded,
"These ghosts are not easy to deal with. We have to outsmart them."

Jackie Chan gritted his teeth and suppressed the anger in his heart.

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

The Holy Lord had no intention of paying attention to Jackie Chan and the others. All his attention was focused on Xiaoyu.

"Give me the book, little girl."

The Holy Lord spoke again, with a hint of threat in his tone.
"Don't make me do it."

Xiaoyu tilted her head, looking at the Holy Lord, a strange smile appeared on the corner of her mouth:

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

The Holy Lord snorted coldly, and his figure flashed, appearing in front of Xiaoyu in an instant, reaching out to grab the collection of spells.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the pages of the book, Xiaoyu's figure suddenly disappeared.

"Ok?"

The Holy Lord was stunned, and then his face changed drastically.

He felt that a powerful magical force was gathering behind him.

"Come out, my subjects!"

Xiaoyu's voice echoed in the empty hall. Before she finished speaking, countless ghostly figures emerged from all directions, surrounding the Holy Lord.

"This……"

The Holy Lord was horrified to discover that these ghosts were several times more powerful than those he summoned!
"Fuck me!"

At Xiaoyu's command, the ghosts rushed towards the Holy Lord like a tide.

The Holy Lord quickly mobilized his magic power and summoned black shadow soldiers to resist.

For a moment, the hall was filled with ghosts and black air. The two forces collided wildly, making a deafening roar.

But the Holy Lord's shadow soldiers were no match for the evil spirits summoned by Xiaoyu.

Not long after, the shadow soldiers were torn into pieces and dissipated into the air.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Holy Lord turned around and tried to escape, but was blocked by several evil spirits.

"Want to run?"

The hanged ghost laughed and lashed at the Holy Lord with its long tongue like a whip.

The Holy Lord dodged in a panic, but was still hit several times, causing him to grimace in pain.

On the other side, Jackie Chan and his father were not idle either.

They took advantage of the melee between the Holy Lord and the evil spirits and quietly approached Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, wake up!"

Jackie Chan tried to wake up Xiaoyu, but Xiaoyu seemed not to hear him and continued to command the evil spirits to attack the Holy Lord.

"no solution anymore."

Dad gritted his teeth and took out the potion bottle from his pocket.

"Jackie, Tohru, hold Jade down!"

Jackie Chan and Tru looked at each other, nodded, and pounced on Xiaoyu from the left and right.

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

"Go away!"

Jackie Chan roared and punched the evil ghost.

But his fist went straight through the evil ghost's body without causing any damage at all.

"Hey hey hey..."

The evil spirits laughed mockingly and pounced on Jackie Chan and Tru with their fangs and claws bared.

At this critical moment, a low voice suddenly sounded in the hall.

"Ximu, lend me your power! Stasis!"

This voice seemed to carry some kind of magic, which made everyone stunned.

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

"It's the Holy Lord!"

Jackie Chan shouted in surprise.

It turned out that just now, the Holy Lord took advantage of the evil spirits' inattention and secretly recited Ximu's spell.

This spell can temporarily suppress the power of black energy.

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

Jackie Chan grabbed Xiaoyu's ankle, and his father quickly applied the potion on Xiaoyu's tattoo.

"Zi la..."

There was a sharp sound, and the tattoo began to smoke and its color became lighter and lighter.

"what……"

Xiaoyu let out a scream of pain and her body began to tremble violently.

"Hold on, Jade!"

Jackie Chan held Xiaoyu tightly, afraid that she would break free.

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

Xiaoyu also fainted.

In a flash, the Holy Lord's figure appeared like a ghost and snatched the "Encyclopedia of Magic" from Xiaoyu's hand!
The ancient book in the Holy Lord's palm emitted a faint black aura, as if countless wronged souls were wailing within it.

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, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if a demon from the underworld had descended into the world:
"It's over? No! This is just the beginning!"

The Holy Lord's voice was hoarse and low, like two rough stones rubbing against each other, and each word carried a suffocating sense of oppression. A startling spell was slowly chanted...

(End of this chapter)