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

Chapter 68 Ximu's Dependents

The grand party ended quickly.

After all, everyone still has things to do the next day. Return of the Saint Seiya is good, but it can't stop others from making money.

Dad and Xuanjue parted ways and went to the guest room to rest under the guidance of their disciples.

When Dad, Jackie Chan and Tru arrived at the rest area, they unexpectedly found Xiaoyu sitting alone at the door with red eyes, as if she had been crying.

Jackie Chan noticed it, and he shook off the fatigue in his eyes. He immediately walked forward, squatted down, looked at Xiaoyu at eye level, and asked in a voice as natural as possible: "Xiaoyu, what happened?"

Xiaoyu came back to her senses, her eyes lit up, and she looked directly at her father.

After noticing the presence of priests and disciples, he shut up again and turned to look at Jackie Chan: "Uncle Long, there is no one here, and I am lost. I am scared."

Jackie Chan was startled, then he touched Xiaoyu's head and said softly, "Xiaoyu, you're a big kid now. Don't be afraid. Uncle Long will be with you."

"Uncle Long is so nice."

After the priests and disciples said goodbye, the tenderness in Xiaoyu's eyes instantly disappeared, and she said solemnly: "Dad, I have discovered something."
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Lord Town.

The event was completely over. Some people stayed to put out the fire and then left with smiles on their faces.

The entire town square suddenly became deserted.

At this time, a figure wearing a purple wizard robe, a hood, and his eyes hidden under the hood stopped at the edge of the town.

The Holy Lord looked up, with some surprise in his eyes: "I think I know who that demon wizard is."

"Who?"

As soon as the Holy Lord finished speaking, the window opposite him turned scarlet.

Ximu squatted on the rock and asked curiously.

The Holy Lord looked at Ximu and suddenly asked, "Do you really not have any magical inheritance?"

Ximu was stunned and tilted his head. He seemed to have guessed something: "Impossible? All my relatives are dead. There is no possibility of survival, right?"

The Holy Lord remained silent, with flames dancing at his fingertips, as if he was preparing to devour the demon wizard to restore the only anger he could recover.

Ximu's mouth twitched: "Are they really my followers?"

The Holy Lord spread his hands and said, "At least it's a remnant soul."

A hint of excitement flashed in Ximu's scarlet eyes: "Don't touch his Shendu, it can help you."

"I know that swallowing it can restore some of my magic energy. Even with an ordinary body, I can release more powerful magic."

The Holy Lord nodded, agreeing very much with Ximu's statement.

Nishiki:.
"I know where the tracer eggs are."

He held his forehead with his hand. The Holy Lord was becoming more and more greedy.

but it does not matter.

Ximu felt a little excited.

The Holy Lord can be outside because of various original media, and the fact that he is weak enough, so he can come out of hell.

If he is weak, Ximu is even worse than the Holy Lord. What he has always lacked is a medium.

Originally, he did have two origins outside, but that was not enough. He could not sense his own origin at all.

But now it's all good. Now he actually still has relatives, even if they are just residual souls. As long as he can contact his relatives, he will have the qualifications to go out.
This dependent is so important.

As long as the connection with the followers is established, the Holy Lord will no longer be the only
The Holy Lord's eyes lit up.

The tracing insect eggs can be used to breed the tracing magic insects, and the tracing magic insects are the favorite food of demons.

This tracing magic worm grows by devouring various magical energies and can convert these magical energies into fat.

This fat is pure magic.

That really means treating injuries if you have them, and increasing growth rate if you don't have any injuries.

He thought he would never be able to eat it in this lifetime, but unexpectedly, Ximu had another trick up his sleeve.

"where?"

The Holy Lord felt a little excited. Just thinking about the extremely delicious taste of the Tracing Demon Worm made his mouth secrete saliva continuously.

Ximu spread his hands and said, "I have to ensure his safety. You know, I may only have half of my followers left. It would be a pity if I lose them."

The expression on the Holy Lord's face disappeared and he nodded: "Okay, I hope you won't lie to me."

"Don't worry. As everyone knows, I, Ximu, am a very contract-abiding person." Ximu said with a smile.

The Holy Lord was stunned, feeling that this boy was making a metaphor for him.

But the Holy Lord didn't care. Ximu only had some verbal skills left, and the rest was useless.

He looked towards the town and stretched out his hand.

A green light rose up, forming a barrier that kept the Holy Lord out.

"Positive Energy Barrier, Trouble"

The Holy Lord muttered, and flames rose from his fingertips, gradually burning the barrier into a human outline, and then he walked in.

The Holy Lord rolled his eyes and said, "I have one more condition."

Ximu outside was stunned.

He looked at the Holy Lord in the righteous barrier, the smile on his face faded, and he tilted his head: "You have already set conditions in the Divine Capital. If you set conditions again, wouldn't it be a bit too much?"

The Holy Lord was unconcerned: "We are brothers, and brothers should naturally help each other. If we exchange conditions, you can also propose one."

Ximu replied expressionlessly: "Tell me about it."

The Holy Lord rubbed his chin. "I've forgotten my contract studies, and the founder of this thing also has a share of your followers. I want a share of its memories. Is that too much?"

"I refuse. The remnant soul does not support memory duplication, and..."

Ximu said calmly: "The inheritance of the Wing Clan is not to be passed on to outsiders."

The Winged Tribe is a group of guys with bat wings, human bodies, and purple skin.

Possessing the characteristics of speed and change, they are the fastest race among the eight demons' followers and are extremely cunning.

They prefer the devil, created a contract with the devil, and promoted it.

My favorite thing is to work with the devil to tempt angels and elves to fall.

At one point, two new black energy races were created: the Fallen Angels and the Dark Elves.

The Holy Lord didn't take it seriously; it wasn't like he hadn't been there before. His reputation as a fraud was earned from his numerous breaches of contract.

Even the contract rules between heaven and earth have blacklisted him.

But there's no way around it, this thing is really useful. The punishment of the contract, except for having minimal effect on the eight demons, is still a strong constraint on others.

They can even force others to give up their treasures.

"Once I find the Spell Compendium, I'll trade the knowledge in it with you. You know, the Spell Compendium embodies the crystallization of my wisdom and records at least 50% of the ancient black magic."

Ximu hesitated for a moment.

The knowledge of a complete set of spells for exchanging memories from a remnant soul, no matter how you look at it, he made a huge profit.
After thinking about it, Ximu still shook his head, but a smile appeared on his face: "I refuse the capital of the gods. Wait until you find the magic encyclopedia. No matter how good the cake is, it can't fill your stomach."

The Holy Lord paused, waved his hand, and the flames passed by, and Ximu's figure disappeared.

Why are you so stingy?
They wouldn't be happy about it before.
Thinking of this, the Holy Lord was speechless. He looked up at the crescent moon.

Can there be more trust between demons?
He lowered his head, walked into an abandoned residential building, and waited quietly.

The Winged Tribe still needs to be saved. Not to mention the tracing insect eggs, he is also very greedy for the knowledge of the demon wizard.
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early morning.

Dad took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and then put on his reading glasses.

He looked at the black air in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked outside with a complicated and relieved look.

To complicate matters, the abbot of Lord's Holy Monastery seems to have fallen into darkness.

Fortunately, his friend Xuanjue seemed unaware of these things.

Although the Holy Temple of Lord has rotted away, it is still the place of inheritance left by Lope.

Lope gave his father a lot of magical inheritance, and also gave Xiaoyu a very precious inheritance.

If possible, Dad hopes that the Holy Temple of Lord will continue to exist.

At least someone will always remember Lope.

"Ah~ Jackie Chan!"

Dad sighed and shouted loudly.

squeak~
Jackie Chan walked in quickly, his eyes showing fatigue. It was obvious that he hadn't slept much either. "Dad."

Dad gestured: "Just lie down and get some sleep. I'll take care of everything."

Jackie Chan looked at the bloodshot in his father's eyes and said with concern, "Dad, why don't you take a rest for a while?"

"The awakening ceremony will be held in the afternoon, and Dad doesn't have that much time."

Jackie Chan paused, stopped trying to persuade her, and lay down on the bed.

Dad glanced at the black air.

He began to take out materials from a small cloth bag, chanting: "Demons and ghosts, please leave now, demons and ghosts, please leave now."

Time passes slowly.

Gradually, a golden hue began to appear on the horizon.

That is the color of the sunset.

In the main hall of the Holy Temple of Lord.

The saints clasped their hands together and, led by the abbot, chanted ancient hymns.

They gathered the disciples in the center.

The disciples in white robes were holding different materials in their hands and dancing around a large golden bed in the center.

Lying on the bed, Jackie Chan stared at the ceiling with his eyes open, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Saint Seiya, close your eyes." Xuanjue spoke gently, with solemnity and kindness in his eyes.

This smile made Jackie Chan subconsciously relax a little.

He tilted his head slightly to try to look at his father, but he was surrounded by disciples performing special dances, and outside were saints dressed as monks.

Jackie Chan began to feel uneasy again, but when he thought of what his father had told him, he closed his eyes.

Xuanjue smiled, took out a peach branch, and began to chant. A huge aura of justice emerged from him and gradually connected to the disciples.
Their dance steps became more mysterious and unpredictable, and a sense of oppression slowly emerged.

When this feeling of oppression spread outward, it was blocked by the saints. They clasped their hands together and kept chanting, and a green light surged towards the abbot.

And with each word the kind-hearted abbot recited, a surge of righteousness emerged from his body, transferring the energy back to Xuanjue.

One thing leads to another, and eventually it becomes a cycle.

The old man could feel the exquisiteness of this formation as he watched all this, but his peripheral vision was always fixed on the abbot. There was a righteous glow on the dried puffer fish in his hand.

As soon as black energy appears, he will attack without hesitation.

This time, Xiaoyu didn't run around.

She stood obediently behind her father and in front of Tru, being firmly protected.

Even though this was the case, she still felt vaguely uneasy.

She looked around and saw an altar behind the awakening ceremony.

The altar enshrined a portrait, and Xiaoyu was very familiar with the person in the portrait.

Lope.

Below the portrait is a wooden staff, emitting a faint aura of righteousness.

Just seeing this staff, Xiaoyu felt a faint liking for it.

"It would be nice if I could touch it."

Xiaoyu muttered.

The voice just fell.