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

Chapter 58 Bazaar
The Colosseum in Rome.

The drizzle gradually grew heavier, causing the flames in the corner to continue to decrease until they went out, revealing the charred human body inside.

Now no one can tell who that person was.

It was also impossible for anyone to know that Wei Zheng, the famous Tang Dynasty, was lying there in a mess, without leaving anything to prove his identity.

Not far from the coke, three young men took a few steps back with some fear in their eyes, and couldn't help but look towards the center of the Colosseum.

There, there was a middle-aged man with a scar on his right eyelid. Not far away was a mirror. In the mirror, there was a scarlet glow. A large bat was squatting on a 'dead' rock.

He seemed to be thinking about something, and rubbed his forehead helplessly, and said, "Shendu, let's go first."

The Holy Lord was stunned. He ignored Ximu and walked forward, spread his hands, smiled and said, "Welcome back, my dear friend."

In front of him, a monster with a blue back, a white belly, a human upper body, a snake lower body, and hair made of blue flesh whiskers suddenly turned its head.

Her scarlet eyes were filled with strangeness as she stared at the Holy Lord intently: "Who are you friends with? Shendu, your mission is complete. Now, get out of my kingdom. You are not welcome in my kingdom!"

boom!
A huge stream of water suddenly rushed over, knocking the Holy Lord away and slamming him hard against the wall.

Beside the wall, three people hissed and silently retreated to the exit of the Colosseum, ready to run away at any time.

Their boss seemed to have summoned a powerful guy, but this guy didn't give him much face. If the boss wanted to make a move, they would have to run away quickly.

Touch~
The Holy Lord landed.

He was soaked all over and looked extremely miserable.

The Holy Lord shook his head, trying to get rid of the unpleasant feeling, but there was nothing he could do.

He climbed up with his hands on the ground and looked at Basha angrily: "What do you mean?"

Basha approached slowly, and the way she walked was like a snake, but she left no trace on the ground.

Basha stretched her body slightly. Her nine-meter height brought a strong sense of oppression at this moment. She leaned her head slightly closer: "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean by me, deceiver?"

boom!
A strong stream of water gathered from the void again, blowing the Holy Lord away again, and some cracks appeared on the walls of the Colosseum.

But Basha will not kill the Holy Lord. Now the Holy Lord is the dog of hell. If he is killed, the six demons in hell will not be happy.

Although she didn't think she was afraid of the demons, she now wanted to rebuild her own kingdom and awaken her own followers, and didn't want to conflict with those guys in hell.

"I told you to get out of my kingdom, what do you mean by that?"

The Holy Lord landed on the ground again, spitting out a mouthful of blood and staring at Basa intently: "This is not what we agreed in hell."

"It's obvious that I deceived you, just as you have before."

boom!
The rain in the sky was getting heavier, and the rare storm caused water to accumulate on the ground.

Basha was relieved. She glanced at the Holy Lord and swam slowly towards the sea. She was now going to find the most suitable place to rebuild her kingdom, or to reawaken her kingdom.

The Holy Lord's scarlet eyes were filled with murderous intent.

At his feet, in the crimson puddle, a large bat reappeared. He looked at the Holy Lord and sighed, "I just let you go."

The Holy Lord stared at Ximu with murderous eyes: "You lied to me."

Ximu spread his hands and said, "Don't worry, Saint Lord. We at Basha and Zhongsu have anticipated this. Each demon can actually untie two rings. So, in theory, only four demons are needed to untie all your restraints."

The Holy Lord paused, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "I hope you didn't lie to me."

"Don't worry, five of the six of us are willing to help you unlock it. You can verify the authenticity of the next door."

The Holy Lord took a deep breath, turned his head and looked at the three guys huddled in the corner, opened his mouth and

boom!
The exploding flames fell on the charred corpse not far away, instantly burning the body to ashes.

"Go, take the Panku Box and let's go."

The three of them looked at each other, and Viper and Ice decisively took half a step back, pushing the Boxer in front.

The boxer looked at the place where the violent serpent had just come out, swallowed his saliva, walked over, picked up the Panku's treasure box, and ran back quickly.

The power of shadow eroded the earth, and the Holy Lord and his four companions disappeared.
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Meanwhile, at Papa's Antiques.

Dad had just entered the antique shop and had just taken a sip of tea when he spat it out.

"Hey~"

"Dad, what's wrong?"

Blake asked quickly. Tru was still upstairs taking care of Jackie Chan, and he didn't want to leave for the time being.

After all, the curse on Jackie Chan is quite serious, and this is his good friend.

"A new demon has resurrected. This demon's aura is so familiar."

"What devil?"

"Dad doesn't know. Do you want Dad to find information about the devil and defeat him? Do you? Then why don't you go and help Dad find the materials!"

Dad put down the hot tea and spoke loudly.

"Dad, I'll go right away, but what materials do you want?"

"A head of garlic, a cup of hot tea, and an edamame sandwich. Dad's hungry."

Blake:
"I'll go right away."

After Blake left, Dad looked into the distance with some worry. As expected, the revival of the ancients was an ominous sign.

Upstairs, Xiaoyu lay on Jackie Chan's bed, looking at him doing push-ups beside the bed, and couldn't help yawning: "Uncle Long, aren't you tired?"

Jackie Chan kept moving, with some anxiety in his eyes: "Not tired."

"Don't worry, Uncle Long. Dad's back, so it's nothing serious. Don't worry." "If it's nothing, go back and get some more sleep. You've only slept for less than four hours, so you'll have dark circles under your eyes. Dark circles won't look good."

Jackie Chan stood up, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and said with concern.

"No."

Xiaoyu shook his head with some worry in his eyes. The dream was too real. He had to follow Jackie Chan, otherwise, Jackie Chan might be in danger.

There was some helplessness in Jackie Chan's eyes.

Gululu.
"I'll go get you something to eat. Mister must be hungry."

Tru stood up, turned around and walked out.

Jackie Chan sighed softly and sat down by the window.

He looked at the sky which was gradually becoming overcast, and a solemn look appeared in his eyes.

He can't understand the world now.
Xiaoyu came over, hugged Jackie Chan's arm, and comforted him: "Uncle Long, it's okay. We will all be with you. Dad is also trying to find a solution."

Jackie Chan looked at Xiaoyu in surprise, then reached out and touched his head: "I know, I was just thinking about work."

Xiaoyu didn't respond, but her body trembled slightly as she looked at the rooftop not far away.

"Are you cold? I'll find some for you." Jackie Chan then remembered that he couldn't leave the room and changed the subject: "Go find some clothes yourself."

"not cold."

Xiaoyu came back to her senses, shook her head, and when she looked at the top of the building not far away again, the red color had disappeared.

It must be an illusion
Lin Luo withdrew his gaze and looked up at the sky, feeling the crazy riot of the black air, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Do you feel it?"

The wind blew from the distant sea, causing the cloud-like lower half of the mirror god to surge continuously.

"What?" Niuma was stunned and confused.

Zhang Gui and Tian Xin did the same, looking at their boss, not understanding what he was saying.

Lin Luo was stunned and looked at the three mirror gods. Seeing that their expressions did not seem to be fake, his eyes quickly calmed down.

"I sense a great opportunity is about to emerge, but this opportunity is somewhat dangerous. Please lend me your strength first."

Lin Luo said calmly.

He looked towards the sea, and sure enough, it was the Nightmare that was revived, and then the black gas prompted him to feel the opportunity.

This opportunity really came from the Nightmare, but it seemed to have been blocked by something before and only appeared now.

Tian Xin and the other two looked at each other, stretched out a hand, and a purple-to-dark-green power burst out and instantly rushed towards Lin Luo.

The power of the Mirror God is of the same origin and can be interconnected.

And now Lin Luo's current strength is slightly higher than the other three, and now he can forcibly assimilate the power of other mirror gods.

Lin Luo's aura continued to rise, and when it reached a certain peak, a dragon-shaped shadow appeared faintly behind him.

The figure disappeared instantly.

When it reappeared, it was already over the Pacific Ocean.

He continued to raise his altitude, and one divine spell after another appeared, enveloping him. These were divine spells of hidden aura.

Lin Luo could sense that what he wanted had not yet been fully revealed, and he needed to wait a little longer.

When his breath completely disappeared, his eyes passed through the clouds and saw the sea.

At this point, the Nightmare was completely different from its original appearance.

The ship became increasingly damaged, with cracks all over the wooden boards. In these cracks, scarlet eyeballs stared intently outside.

From these cracks climbed out the larger, stronger, more twisted members of the Nightmare crew.

The barnacles on their bodies seemed to be replaced by mouths, emitting resentful roars.

It rushed to the shore along with the cracked ship below.

They felt that it was their king, the king who once ruled that kingdom.

She came back, but Atlantis had not returned yet. The old man just now must have been wrong. What did he mean by Atlantis was gone? What did he mean by them being dead?
That must be a lie. Look, the king is back.

They want to ask where Atlantis, which they have been searching for for tens of thousands of years, has gone to, and why so many people are trying to stop them from returning home.
Their king will surely lead them back, right?
Now they just want to go back, back to their former homeland, the continent where no gods have descended.

The Nightmare was getting faster and faster.

The black clouds spinning wildly in the sky gradually merged with the rain clouds covering the entire Rome.

They saw their king, a demon who had just gone into the sea.

That feeling of oppression, the appearance in the dream, the absolute control over the sea, yes, it was Basha, the King of Water, who was once the absolute king of Atlantis.

"King, you are back? Take us home."

This is what they wanted to express, but this meaning was condensed on the crew and on the Nightmare, all converging into one word.

"roar~"

A huge hurricane formed in an instant.

The ship carrying the last will of Atlantis let out its own hysterical roar towards their former king.

This roar was filled with resentment and hatred.

Carrying endless curses, he attacked Basha brazenly!

(End of this chapter)