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

Chapter 66 Demonic Wizard
The other side of Los Angeles.

The Holy Lord gently turned a thick book to the last page and looked at the mirror not far away: "Is this the only one?"

In the mirror, Zhulan, Xiaofeng and Ximu all followed the progress of the Holy Lord and looked at the book through the eyes of the Holy Lord.

They all looked away with some reluctance.

After all, hell is constantly sapping their strength and wisdom.

This wasted wisdom contains most of the magic and spells they know.

Therefore, if there are magic books that can be read, some of their lost wisdom can be restored. At least, this part of the magic will not be forgotten or remembered again.

Ximu spread his hands and said, "You know, those gods targeted me the most cruelly back then. Plus, tens of thousands of years have passed, so it's quite good to be able to find a legacy."

The Holy Lord raised his hand, and a ninja appeared and placed the heavy book in his hand into his treasure house.

Ximu's mouth twitched. That was his magic book.
But this is the Holy Lord, so it's normal to steal his things.

Back when the eight demons ruled the world, if he hadn't been practically a vassal of China and the Soviet Union, who knows how much more bullying he would have endured.
Thinking of this, Ximu couldn't help but flash a gloomy look in his eyes.

He is the eighth among the demons. He is the youngest and the weakest one, even half a level weaker than the other demons.

He couldn't understand why those eight gods gave him special care and destroyed his origin among all the demons.

Didn’t he, Ximu, just fly a little faster, become a little harder to catch, and almost escape the pursuit of the immortal god?

Did the devil not even have the power to escape? As for targeting him?
"Are you sure there is no more?" The Holy Lord glanced at Ximu.

"It's really gone." Ximu came back to his senses and spread his hands.

Although the Holy Lord felt it was a pity, what Ximu said did make sense.

Ximu now doesn't have many abilities except for the ability to change celestial phenomena. Even the most basic source power of the devil, such as the Twelve Talismans, is only about half left.

It is indeed very tragic.

He looked up at the sky and frowned.

Flames appeared at his fingertips and he began to carve a formation on the ground. The moment the formation took shape, a large amount of black air poured into it.

Then, a statue slowly appeared in the center of the formation.

The Holy Lord's eyes suddenly turned gloomy, he raised his hand, and the statue shattered.

"What's wrong, Shendu?"

"Someone is planning to revive the Saints." The Holy Lord's tone was a little depressed.

No wonder he felt uneasy.
The Holy Lord thought of that night three months ago, the little girl with her hair dancing slightly and eyes full of righteousness.

The look of decisively destroying his body.

If the Saint Seiya is fully revived, the devil will fail no matter what he does.

"Now that the human race's backup plan has been used up, as long as we are careful, there should be no problem. Therefore, now it is more important to activate the Panku Box."

Xiao Feng said calmly: "With the help of my brothers and sisters, Saint Seiya, there is nothing to worry about."

The Holy Lord breathed a sigh of relief: "My men have been turning the Panku Box. Of course, they will release you as soon as they get any news."

Ximu's eyes flickered slightly: "But Shendu, what are the so-called Saints? It seems that there was no such thing in our era."

The Holy Lord said unhappily, "There are many powers in the world, and the Saints are the masters of one of them. As for what power it is, I have forgotten it now. My memory is quite blank right now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the demons in the mirror all felt the same way. Although they were better than the Holy Lord, they were not much better.

After tens of thousands of years of destruction, their wisdom and strength are only one-tenth or one-twelfth of what they were at their peak.

Some things feel familiar, but it's too normal to recall them.

Ximu was thoughtful, but he had never felt the aura of the Saint Seiya, so he couldn't judge what the Saint Seiya was.

Looking at the Holy Lord: "I think"

Boom~
As Ximu opened his mouth, an endless curtain of water swept across hell.

Zhu Lan and the other two dispersed and looked at the crazy Basa in hell, with a trace of pity in their eyes.

Basha went into a frenzy after entering hell.

In fact, it is understandable. He is obviously the Lord of Water, so it is okay that he and his followers are evenly matched. After all, the Nightmare can be regarded as a hated god, and he is the hated god of the entire Atlantis, so his status is not low.

But he was sent back after not even a day out, which is why Bazaar went crazy.

The door to the eight demons can only be opened once.

The door of Bazaar has been completely closed, the Panku Box is ineffective, there is no medium, and all the relatives are dead.

There is basically no possibility of getting out now, and I can only remain silent forever.

Naturally, I vented my emotions like crazy.

Now, no demon in hell dares to mess with Basha. If Basha is unhappy, she will make them consume their energy crazily and drag them to be buried with her.

Ximu flew to the other side of hell and stayed away from Basha.

A hint of disgust flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at the Holy Lord: "What are you going to do now?"

The Holy Lord was silent for a moment. He looked at Ximu thoughtfully and said, "In fact, in addition to deducing that someone is planning to revive the Saints, I also deduced something else."

"what?"

Ximu was a little curious.

The Holy Lord hesitated and was a little uncertain: "It seems that a demon wizard is involved."

"Which demon wizard?"

Ximu became even more curious.

It wasn't just the eight demons that were sealed into hell. If the other demon wizards hadn't been used as food by the eight demons, their current situation would have been even more miserable.

The demon wizards of that era were not the dark wizards like Daolong today. They were powerful supernatural creatures, such as the Vampire Duke, Shadow General, and even Shadow Commander, Nightmare, etc., who could be called demon wizards.

The Holy Lord shook his head and looked towards the east: "I don't know, but I'm considering whether to help that wizard. If he can get rid of the Saint Seiya, then there will be no Saint Seiya for the next hundred years."

Ximu was stunned, thought for a moment, and asked, "So, this so-called Saint Seiya doesn't refer to a person, but a force?"

The Holy Lord nodded. "Just like the sheep-eating beast, it cannot be completely eliminated. It will reappear when certain conditions are met."

Ximu thought thoughtfully: "If you want to get involved in this matter, it's best to hide behind the scenes. I want to see the Saint Seiya. It may be the key to the future."

The Holy Lord did not comment. Of course he would hide in the dark, but when he had the chance, he would definitely kill the Saint Seiya directly.

He doesn't care what's important or not.
Look to the east.

However, if it really is a demon wizard, if it can be swallowed up—
Dragon Kingdom.

Two extended vehicles stopped at the foot of the mountain range, which boasts some of the world's highest peaks.

Dad and his group got off the car.

"The rest of the road is inaccessible to vehicles, so we have to walk up."

Hong Ming is not as relaxed as in the original novel.

He looked at the road he usually walked and couldn't help swallowing.

After all, the three of them have a lot to take this time.

Now the saints of the Holy Temple are preparing for the welcoming ceremony and no one can help them.

As for Dad and his family, now, the two young men and Dad are the elders, and the remaining one is a twelve-year-old child.
You still have to do it yourself.

"Of course you can, but you have to walk slowly. Dad's old bones can't walk fast."

Dad said with a smile.

He is about to see his old friend, and he is still looking forward to it. After all, he has fewer and fewer friends of his generation, and now it is the case that they see each other less and less.

"We probably can't walk fast either."

Hong Jin muttered softly.

Dad glanced at him, but still spoke: "Tru, help the saints get something."

"Ok sir."

"No, no, the Saints and Warriors are the ancestors of the Holy Academy and cannot do heavy work."

Hong Ming said as he tried his best to carry the luggage and started climbing the mountain.

The other two looked at each other and followed behind.

The old man didn't say anything more. He walked ahead with a smile and explained to Xiaoyu, "I came here when I was young. It was my master who brought me here."

"Dad's master?" Xiaoyu became interested at once. She has never lacked curiosity about the supernatural world.

"Yes, Dad's master is the only great master in the world, and the only one who can establish a sect and a temple on Mount Tai. Back then, the teacher took Dad to visit almost all the famous mountains and rivers."

There was some emotion and melancholy in the old man's eyes: "Many of my friends were made at that time. Now, this may be the last time I come here."

"How could it be the last time?" Xiaoyu said nonchalantly, "When Uncle Long becomes a Saint, he will most likely stay here, or come back here more often. Then he can just bring Dad along."

Dad paused, with some worry in his eyes. This was what he was worried about.

Xiaoyu glanced at the three saints who were some distance behind, then approached her father and whispered, "Dad, why do I feel like you don't like these three guys?"

The old man was stunned and shook his head: "How could that be? They are all my descendants, and Xiaoyu, children should be polite, you should call them saints or seniors."

Xiaoyu asked with an expression that said, "Then why didn't you use teleportation magic to go directly to the temple instead of taking a plane, and let them carry the luggage? Aren't you just playing a trick on them?"

Dad was silent for a moment, then taught him, "Xiaoyu, remember, only magic can be used to counter magic, and you should only use magic when you need to counter magic. Abusing magic will only bring you laziness and disaster. This is why Dad doesn't usually let you use runes."

Xiaoyu's face suddenly showed some boredom, and she walked away a little: "What an outdated concept."

She pulled out a scroll from her bosom and opened it: "Flying Rune."

Her body slowly rose into the air and flew away, leaving behind only one sentence: "Why should I learn magic if I don't need it?"

"Oh~" Dad was stunned and looked at Jackie Chan unhappily: "Look at your niece, she is not obedient at all."

Jackie Chan:
Isn’t this also your great-niece?

The group soon arrived at a small town halfway up the mountain.

Hundreds of residents, some people wearing monk robes, and a group of people wearing white priest robes had been waiting at the gate of the small town for a long time.

Dad immediately saw an old man standing in the middle of the group of people.

This old man is about the same age as my father, and his body is full of positive energy.

The old man also saw his father, and when he saw the three saints panting behind him, his eyes paused slightly.

But then he turned to his father, walked forward and said, "Welcome, old haha, but now the Saint Seiya needs to accept the worship of his subjects, our reunion can wait."

"Okay, but before that, Dad has a question for you."

Xuanjue looked at his father's serious expression and became serious too. He nodded slightly and said, "Ask."

"The magic that the Holy Academy uses to find the Saints, was it really left behind by Lope himself?" Dad stared at Xuanjue's eyes closely, trying not to miss any details.

"Of course, how can such a thing be used incorrectly?"

Xuanjue felt a little puzzled. He took out a wooden Bagua and attached some magic power to it.

Gradually, the Qian Gua lit up green and pointed at Jackie Chan.

Xuanjue raised his eyebrows:

"Look, Old Haha, this is the foundation of our Holy Academy. How could we possibly get it wrong?"

Dad's heart sank.
(End of this chapter)