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

Chapter 259 The Giant Wave is Coming

However, the Holy Lord then thought of something else.

What a coincidence! He was just about to back down when this happened, and it was even put directly into his mouth.

The Holy Lord frowned.

This is practically blatantly admitting there's a problem.

Recalling the incident with the Earth Demon, the Holy Lord seemed lost in thought.
He sat on the throne, his fingertips tapping incessantly on the armrests, making a clattering sound that made the empty underground hall even more oppressive.

Zumba swallowed hard, and he, along with Webber and Martindale, knelt obediently beneath the throne, their hearts pounding in unison with the Holy Lord's fingertips.

After a long while, the Holy Lord smiled.

"interesting."

"You've only treated me like a fish for forty thousand years, and you've already become so arrogant?"

After a murmur, the Holy Lord stood up and looked down at the three of them.

A crimson glint flashed in his eyes.

Bear~
A raging inferno suddenly erupted, and in an instant, the three of them, along with their destiny, were burned to ashes without even uttering a scream.

"Father?"

The little demon dragon looked at his father with some surprise and confusion.

This behavior is somewhat different from that of the previous Holy Lord.

However, the Holy Lord didn't explain much. Instead, he raised his hand, and a book appeared, which he threw at the little demon dragon.

“Let’s learn these formations and try them out to see if we can safely take the bait off the hook.”

The Holy Lord thought of many things, and even a rare hint of violence appeared in his eyes.

The once immortal god was cautious and scheming in every aspect, and only in the end did he gain the upper hand and overwhelm the demon.

Now they're so blatantly displaying their contempt for him.

This uncle can tolerate it, but his aunt can't.

"If the hook gets caught in the flesh, then let's see if the real dragon can pull the fisherman into the sea!"

The little demon dragon was taken aback, then nodded thoughtfully and took the magic book.

His hand paused slightly, and he became more careful when turning the pages.

This is a copy, not the original, and such copies will eventually end up in his treasure trove.

Don't ask him how he knew.

He, the crown prince of the Fire Kingdom, currently has no original magic books in his treasury.
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Near the airport.

At the moment the three died, a hint of unease appeared in Mohaji's eyes.

Because he could sense that the three evil hearts he was tracking had disappeared!
Excluding the possibility that he unknowingly returned to India, then it means that in an instant, those three people died simultaneously!

And this synchronicity.
The opponent is a superhuman! And they stole the Riktajeba Sutra!

"Trouble!"

"What's wrong, Master?"

The tall Ronald asked cautiously, his voice somewhat deep.

The three of them were merely disciples of Mohaji. Eventually, Mohaji would choose one of them to take as his disciple and impart his true skills to him.

Therefore, before becoming a true disciple, they cannot call Mohaji their teacher or master.

Mohaji glanced at the three of them, then turned around and said, "We should go back."

"Master, what happened?" Cook asked cautiously, "Aren't you going to chase Zumba anymore?"

Mohaji ignored him and headed straight for the airport: "Buy tickets, we need to get back as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Unable to stop their master's decision, the disciples stopped asking questions and bought the earliest available ticket to fly directly to India.

After getting off the plane, the four of them headed straight for the lower reaches of the Ganges. The air around them became increasingly foul and nauseating.

But the four of them remained calm, as if they were already used to it.

Gradually, the people around them became more respectful of the four, a kind of awe for the mysterious.

The three of them went downhill and eventually arrived at a circular building with a strong Indian influence.

Mohaji walked into his training room with a serious expression, leaving the three of them outside. Once everyone else was gone, his expression finally changed.

His body was trembling slightly.

He quickly rummaged through the corners of the training room, throwing away antiques that were perhaps thousands of years old without any pity.

He kept searching and finally took out a golden Buddha statue, but the statue was now cracked in the middle and emitted a faint black aura.

"The Great Demon is coming."

After confirming the matter, Mohaji seemed to have put his mind at ease, got up, and walked outside.

Now, it's time to select disciples.
Moreover, in this era of spiritual revival, he doesn't seem to be without any helpers.
Mohaji walked out of the training room and looked at the three disciples, his mind magic constantly invading their minds.

Ultimately, I was a bit conflicted. To be honest, none of the three disciples were very good.

But since he was short, he still made his choice.

When his gaze fixed on them, the eyes of the other two also dimmed.

"Cook, from now on you will be my apprentice."

Mohaji spoke.

Cook's eyes lit up with immense joy: "Greetings, Master."

He had wanted to shout that for a long time, but he never had the chance.

Mohaji nodded and looked at the other two.

"Master, can't we really stay? Even if it's just as a handyman?" Ronaldo said, somewhat unwilling.

All three of them were picked up by Mohaji, and their feelings for him were very deep, but they also knew about the special nature of this sect.

Finally, under Mohaji's indifferent gaze, he exchanged a glance with the other person, and the two turned away dejectedly.

Also emerging from the building with them were Mohaji and his disciples.

The two of them rushed to the airport and flew abroad.

As darkness fell completely, Mohaji took a picture of a bald man in black with a somewhat confused look in his eyes.

I turned my head and looked at a shop, then calmly walked in.

Blake regained consciousness and looked around in a daze, becoming even more bewildered when he saw the antique shop.

Wasn't he going to find materials?
Why did you come here?

Shaking his head, Blake didn't think much of it and hurried away.

As the magic of justice swept across America and India that day.

That kind of "pseudo-destiny" has completely transformed into a true destiny.

And this destiny continues to accumulate and gather.

The world went back to normal.

Of course, this calm is a calm for the demon wizard.

For both monks and ordinary people.

This world is so lively!

As magic academies became increasingly popular, martial arts academies followed suit.

Following this came various cults and evil organizations, which were suppressed one after another.

Amidst all this excitement, time slowly slipped into November.

On this day, high above the moon.

The previously vanished shadow reappeared.

Beside the shadowy figure, a person dressed in a bright red official robe, who was flipping through two books, stopped what they were doing.

He slowly closed the book in his hand, put it into his wide sleeves, stood up, and looked at the blue planet.

The shadowy figure did the same; both sides simply watched in silence.

The water on this blue planet seemed to ripple slightly.

A giant wave is coming.

It felt as if I could feel a touch of warmth even in the Moon Palace.

(End of this chapter)