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

Chapter 132: The Power of Curse Blue! The Battle of Black Qi!

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Invisible airflow suddenly burst out.

It is not a trickle, nor is it a gentle breeze.

Instead, it was an extremely violent torrent of energy, like the roar of an invisible giant beast, which instantly swallowed up Zhu Lan's huge body.

The space seemed to be distorted by this, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

However, unlike the previous times, the gate of hell did not open.

The Qi magic surged like raging waves hitting the shore, wave after wave, fiercely impacting Zhu Lan.

But this time, the power that was enough to scare the devil was just like the waves crashing against the reefs. Although it was powerful, it could not shake the reefs at all.

The air magic only restrained Zhulan for a short time.

Zhu Lan frowned, and his face, which looked as if it had been carved by a knife or an axe, was now filled with gloom.

His scarlet eyes, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp flames, slowly turned towards the direction of the backup spacecraft.

That gaze was cold, gloomy, and filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.

It seemed to be able to penetrate the thick metal shell, ignoring all obstacles and locking onto Tru in the spacecraft.

Tru felt a chill running up his spine to the back of his head, and his hair stood on end.

It was as if he was being stared at by an ancient ferocious beast, and his soul was trembling.

An indescribable rage, like a volcanic eruption, surged wildly from Zhu Lan's heart, instantly igniting his reason.

He, Curse Blue!

Moon Demon!

A powerful existence that once roamed the universe and made countless star fields tremble!
Now, it is being disturbed and even restrained by mere human magic!
This is simply a great shame!

It's a stain that can't be washed off!

In Zhulan's eyes, human magic is nothing more than children's graffiti and the struggle of ants, and cannot be compared with the power of God.

He had scorned human magic countless times, believing it to be fragile and vulnerable.

But now, this is what he regards as

"Sculpture Skills"

The magic actually affected him and hindered his plans!
shame!

An intolerable, unforgivable shame!

In Zhu Lan's eyes, the dark blue light flickered wildly, like two balls of ghost fire swaying in the wind, which could explode at any time.

Anger was boiling in his chest, and he wished he could release all his gravity immediately to crush the annoying spaceship and the humans inside who dared to offend him into dust and wipe them out completely!

In order to wash away the shame that I have suffered!

However, reality was like an icy cold wind, which severely extinguished the anger in his heart.

He painfully discovered that he was unable to do it for the time being.

In order to manipulate the moon's gravity and counter the power of the lotus bag, he has consumed a lot of magic power.

Waves of weakness came from deep within his body, eroding his strength like a tide.

In addition, the continuous restraint of Qi magic was like an invisible shackle, binding him tightly and making it difficult for him to escape.

At this moment, Zhu Lan was like a giant beast trapped in a quagmire, with no way out and no place to use his strength.

Suddenly, Zhu Lan was caught in an unprecedented dilemma.
The other end.

Inside the spaceship, Tru's eyes widened, his mouth dropped open, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground. He stared intently at the screen, where Curse Blue, enveloped in air currents but still standing, was, his mind a blank.

"This...how is this possible?"

Tru's voice trembled with disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost. He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he was hallucinating.

But on the screen, Zhu Lan's huge body was still clearly visible.

"Air magic...is useless?"

Tru's voice became a little stammering. He remembered that his father once said that air magic was the most powerful of all magics.

But now, this most powerful magic is ineffective against the curse blue?
A chill shot up from Tru's feet to his head. He felt as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. "What should I do? What should I do?"

Tru was panicking and at a loss. He was like an ant on hot pot, running around in circles in the spaceship, not knowing what to do.

"That's right, Dad!"

Tru slapped his head suddenly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He quickly picked up the communicator and called his father.

"Dad, Dad, something bad has happened!"

Tru's voice was hurried and panicked.
"Air magic is useless against curse blue!"

On the other end of the communicator, my father's voice came, with a hint of solemnity:
"Tru, don't panic, Daddy knows."

"Dad, what should we do now?"

Tru asked urgently, helplessness evident in her voice.

"Oh, this curse is really hard to deal with."

Dad's voice paused.
"The magical power he possesses is the most terrifying among the eight demons, so it is extremely difficult to seal him."

"I'm afraid it's impossible to do it with just the Undead God's Token and Qi Magic."

Tru's heart sank to the bottom. He gripped the communicator tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"Dad, what should we do now?"

Tru's voice was almost tearful. He clutched the communicator tightly, his palms sweaty.
"The air magic is useless, and the lotus bag can only temporarily trap him. We...we can't just watch him take the moon..."

He didn't dare finish his words, fearing that his words would come true.

"Hey, Tohru, hold on!"

Dad's voice came from the communicator. Although he tried to remain calm, he could still hear a hint of anxiety.
"Dad, think of another way... think of another way..."

A brief silence, only the current

"Zizi"

The sound echoes.

Tru's heart was in his throat. He looked out the porthole and saw Zhulan's huge figure still bound by the air flow, but it seemed as if he would break free at any time.

"Tru,"

Dad's voice sounded again, with a hint of hesitation,
"You... do you still remember the power in your body?"

"You mean... black energy?"

Tru was stunned for a moment, then reacted.

"Correct!"

Dad's voice was certain.
"It's that powerful black energy! Can you... can you try to use it to suppress the curse blue?"

Tru hesitated. He knew the black energy within him possessed a powerful ability to seize power. But... it was the power of a demon, after all, and he had never dared to use it lightly.

"Dad, I... I'm afraid I can't control it..."

Tru's voice was trembling.

"Oh, now is not the time to be afraid!"

Dad's voice became stern.
"Jackie Chan is still in his hands. We must find a way to save him!"

Tru gritted his teeth, his eyes growing firmer. He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to feel the dormant power within him.

"No, Dad."

After a moment, Tru opened his eyes and shook his head.
"The energy efficiency of black gas in space is very poor, and it is completely unable to effectively seize the curse blue."

"This……"

Dad's voice was full of disappointment.
"What should I do..."

There was another moment of silence.

"Tru, listen."

Dad's voice suddenly became serious.
"Now, the only way is to pray to the gods!"

(End of this chapter)