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

Chapter 48 Westwood
Dragon Country, West.

The Holy Lord looked at the boxer silently and said, "Go, take the Panku Box, and let's go."

The boxer frowned, "Boss, this isn't dangerous, is it?"

Han Bing continued: "That's right, why not let those ninjas take it?"

The Holy Lord's eyes darkened slightly.

The boxer smiled awkwardly and said, "I'll go right away."

The boxer walked up, reached out from an altar, and picked up a diamond-shaped purple object.

This creation has yellow lines on it, and looks like a diamond-shaped Rubik's Cube, containing huge fluctuations of positive energy.

If it were a low-level monster like a vampire, it would be burned to ashes if it touched it.

This is something truly left behind by a top-level god like the Immortal God.
"Boss, here it is."

The Holy Lord took a step back, turned around, and walked towards the door: "Take it and turn the Panku Box. We need to find the door to release my brothers and sisters."

The boxer, ice and venomous snake looked at each other and read a message from each other's eyes.

Holy Lord, you are afraid of Panku's Box!

The boxer approached with a smile, but then he felt a strong sense of crisis. In the shadows of the corner, pairs of scarlet eyes were looking at them, which made them dispel the idea of ​​trying to press the Panku Box on the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord paused slightly, and the three of them looked at each other again.

Han Bing stepped forward: "Boss, where are we going next?"

Viper smiled and continued, "Yes, why don't we go to Shaolin Temple? Shaolin is where we learn Kung Fu. There is a powerful treasure in Shaolin. If we get it, we will be even more powerful."

The Holy Lord glanced at them and said coldly, "No, the righteousness is already recovering. You just need to turn the Panku Box. We need more people to help."

The Holy Lord looked up at the sky, his eyes full of worry. He couldn't understand the current situation. The mirror god in the dark, the magic old man who always opposed him, and Lope's seemingly proud expression...
And that little girl who seemed like an 'ordinary person'.

To be honest, in his current state, he has no way to deal with these people and still needs help from other things.

But he couldn't find any monster that could help him for a while. Those undead gods were too cruel. There were more than eight demons thrown into hell.

In addition to them, there were 66 demon wizards who entered hell together. However, after a long time, they all became supplements for the eight demons, allowing them to barely maintain their strength until now.

"Good brother, I think you need help, right?"

A slightly shrill voice sounded.

The Holy Lord was stunned and raised his hand. A scarlet scene appeared in a small mirror. However, it was a little different from the usual seven demons. Now, only the big bat occupied the entire mirror.

The Holy Lord was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Help? How can you help me when you're already in this state? I even think an ordinary person is more powerful than you."

Ximu was stunned and spread his hands. "But I have retained more wisdom. According to your description, you are currently troubled by three things: the Saint Seiya, fear, and the wizard beside the Saint Seiya, right?"

The Holy Lord nodded, his body gradually enveloped by shadows, and he began to travel through space with the three people behind him.

Ximu said to himself: "It's actually very simple. You just need to drive the tiger away and devour the wolf, and you can resolve your current troubles."

The Holy Lord was stunned, his face gradually becoming impatient: "If you continue to talk nonsense like that, I think you don't need to say anything."

"But these are all your personal grudges. I must need some benefits, right?" Ximu spread his hands.

"What benefits?" There was a hint of murderous intent in the Holy Lord's scarlet eyes. It was impossible to ask Long for a reward.

Walon can't get it, and Ximu can't get it either!
Ximu said with a smile: "You know, I played a trick on those immortal gods, so I was also torn apart like you. I need you to help me find my part."

"Do you know what becomes of the things you dismantled?"

"Of course I know. One thing can help people penetrate space at will and reach anywhere they want. The other thing can cause space to split. They were once part of me, but now they may be sealed by humans, or made into treasures by other races."

The Holy Lord nodded and agreed readily: "Okay, while I'm looking for something to help me recover, I'll also help you find these two things."

Anyway, it doesn’t cost money to draw pie in the sky. If he can find it, then help find it. If he can’t find it, then you can’t blame him, right?

"Can we talk now?"

Ximu nodded: "Of course, based on your description of these years, I made some calculations and came to an interesting conclusion."

"What conclusion?"

"Now, the human race is the only race left in the world!"

"I saw it, but after that fear revived, other races were revived, but those races were too weak."

"No, what I mean is that the human race's ambitions seem a bit too big."

The Holy Lord's eyes flickered slightly: "I see, so what?"

"There used to be so many races. Even if the immortal gods wiped out all the evil races, there should still be many righteous races in the world. But now, only the human race remains."

The Holy Lord was thoughtful. "You mean, you want me to help revive those races, let them start a war with the human race, and then let them target the Saints and that wizard?"

"Emm, this is also possible, but you will become the target of public criticism." "How do you say it?"

Ximu asked in return, "You said, a race wants to become the hegemon of the world and has been planning for so many years. Does it have a backup plan to prevent its plan from going wrong?"

"If you keep keeping me in suspense, then you don't need to tell me. I think reviving the righteous races is very promising. I only need those righteous races to be resurrected, and then the human race will be in dire straits."

When the Holy Lord reappeared as he was speaking, he had already left the territory of Dragon Country. In that country, he always felt a little uncomfortable, as if he was being watched.

Only Hong Kong, his former capital, would be better, and it was this feeling that made him want to hear Ximu's ideas even more.

"What I mean is that, in activating this backup plan, the human race seems to have some plans for you, and this part of the plan has been completed. This can be seen from where you said you found the statue of Lope."

Ximu's eyes flashed slightly as he looked behind the Holy Lord. He didn't know if this was the right thing to do, but he always had a feeling that if the devil didn't hide now, something would definitely go wrong. The moment his door opened, he would definitely be the first to hide.

"If the human race has already completed its plan against you, and you activate this backup plan now, then the human race, which has been preparing for thousands of years, will pounce on those who go against them. At that time, between you and that person who should not have been revived, who do you think it will pounce on?"

The Holy Lord was stunned and thought about it. He felt that it made sense, but there was still something missing.

He pondered and asked, "What if I pounce on you? Will you let me go?"

Ximu said with a smile: "Now the whole world belongs to you. As long as your door is still there, we can let you out as many times as you come in. What's more, only by consuming the things accumulated by the human race for countless generations can the demons rule the world again.

And you don't have anything to lose now, do you?"

The Holy Lord was silent for a moment: "Only your own guarantee, I don't want to take the risk."

"Hey, believe me, Shendu. This matter was discussed by Zhulan, Xiaofeng, and me. With the three of us involved, the opinions of the other four are no longer important. Otherwise, what do you think we have been doing for the past two months?"

The Holy Lord frowned, a little hesitant. He didn't even need to think about what that bastard would do if he entered hell again as long as Zhong Su was not released.

"Besides, you can rotate the Panku Box normally. If it's the door of the three of us, you can wait. If it's the door of the four of them, just release it normally. You just need to do a few more things."

"What to do?" The Holy Lord asked, suppressing something.

He now inexplicably had a strange feeling of anger. After all, he didn't need to be so cautious in the past. He could do whatever he wanted, eat whatever he wanted, and kill anyone he wanted.

And now?

He felt like a remnant of the previous dynasty, and was planning to use the power of the "orthodox court" to capture another remnant of the previous dynasty.

He was extremely disgusted and even angry at this change of identity and careful planning. After all, the other party was just a small human. But he could clearly sense that Ximu was right.
"Find a way to make the human race feel out of control"

"I know. What I'm asking is, how do I do it specifically?" The Holy Lord interrupted impatiently, "Just tell me what I should do now."

Ximu's eyes flickered slightly, and he rubbed his hands with a smile: "First, look through the history of the human race and find a special era, an era without outstanding leaders, or an era with something else as a leader.

I don't believe that for tens of thousands of years, every generation of the human race has had a wise leader, and every generation has been a leader that has helped the human race become the hegemon!"

The Holy Lord thought about it, the shadow was coming again, he needed to find some magicians.

Now, the history of normal people has been completely erased by Lope, and only these magicians have the true history.
America, Dad's Antique Shop.

Jackie Chan, who had darkened several shades, breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the sofa: "Dad, I'm back."

"You're back, Uncle Long. How was your sea trip? Did you bring me any souvenirs?" Xiaoyu rushed over, gave Jackie Chan a hug, and asked with sparkling eyes.

Jackie Chan patted Xiaoyu's head and said, "Of course. Look, it's a shark pillow! Do you like it?"

Xiaoyu's face froze, and she looked at the silly little shark. She took it, got off Jackie Chan, and said with a bitter face, "Of course I like it."

Jackie Chan smiled mysteriously: "Haha, how could I forget what Xiaoyu likes? Ding ding ding"

Xiaoyu looked over and her eyes lit up: "Wow~ Uncle Long, is this really for me? Do I deserve my own phone?"

Jackie Chan:
"What's the point of being worthy? This is for you. You're a grown-up now. You can call Uncle Long anytime, and you have to answer his calls anytime. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah"

Xiaoyu nodded repeatedly, quickly opened the cover of her phone, flipped through it, and looked at the two games, Tetris and Snake, with great interest.

She was a little disgusted, opened the self-media, looked at the memory and music, and walked towards the cashier with great interest. She didn't like games or anything like that.

Today’s mobile phones can store music and connect to headphones. Isn’t that super cool?
"Jackie Chan, where's Dad's gift?"

Jackie Chan looked up at his father coming out of the library, and the huge figure behind his father.

"Dad, Tohru."

Jackie Chan said hello, and in Mexico, after seeing his father's magic and kung fu, Tru wanted to become his apprentice. After checking Tru's qualifications, his father also planned to accept him as his apprentice.

After all, Tru's qualifications were quite good, and he asked for a low salary, so his father naturally accepted him.

"Of course I have a pair of green-bearded gloves." Jackie Chan took out a pair of black gloves from his bag.

He was stunned for a moment: "Huh? I remember they were yellow, why did they turn black?"

Dad:.
"Aiya~ Curse!!!"

(End of this chapter)