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

Chapter 69 A single move affects the whole body
At the same time, the abbot began to feel nervous.

He couldn't help but glance in the direction of his father with his cloudy eyes.

He knew this wizard, the successor of Master Fang, who could be considered the most accomplished wizard of the contemporary era.

And this magical attainment is also part of the Holy Academy of Lord.

Back then, for unknown reasons, Master Fang came to Lord's Holy Academy and forcibly took away some inheritance.

Among these inheritances are the magic that can turn the Holy Lord into stone, take the talisman from the Holy Lord's body, seal the Mirror God, etc., which are special magic for Lope to seal monsters.

At the beginning, Master Fang did not give the Lord Holy Academy a chance to refuse, so he
He couldn't help but glance downward.

In his eyes, his shadow seemed to have a pair of bat wings.

His eyes were dazed for a moment, and the bat wings gradually turned into feathers in his eyes.

What could I have done wrong?

Where is this? Lord's Holy Temple, Lope's Lo.

This is supposed to be the place where the righteous are.

But over the past thousand years, factions have risen one after another in the famous rivers and mountains.

From the very beginning, the Holy Academy of Lord was able to suppress the glory of the entire supernatural world with just one decree and became a mascot.

Even in modern times, Master Fang wanted to see their inheritance but did not take them seriously at all.

He just wanted to inherit the power of his ancestors and restore their glory.

What's wrong with this?

This is also what the ancient priest meant. I am just following in his footsteps.

His eyes became more and more determined, the spells he chanted became more and more resolute, and the energy fluctuations in his body became more and more powerful.

The old man tightened the dried puffer fish in his hand. He noticed the abbot's gaze.

Cover Xiaoyu more tightly.

The real Saint Seiya is here, so it might be okay if Jackie Chan is not a Saint Seiya.

If Xiaoyu was lying on it.
Xiaoyu couldn't lie on it because her father would fall out with the Holy Temple of Lord.

The abbot was right in one respect.

The current status of Lord's Holy Academy in the Dragon Kingdom's supernatural world is indeed just a mascot.

Xiaoyu tilted her head and stuck half of it out from behind her father.

She had a feeling she just needed.
She held out a hand.

All around, the sound of incantations suddenly reached a peak.

A faint green glow was visible on Jackie Chan's body.

On the altar, the Saint's staff kept shaking.

A hint of madness began to flicker in the abbot's eyes.

Xuanjue was also excitedly reciting the spell loudly. The peach branch in his hand continued to emit green light, which made Xuanjue's aura weaker.

But he still didn't stop, releasing his power madly.

This is the awakening of the Saints. The Lord's Holy Court will finally be glorious again. They are about to witness the glory of their ancestors and wipe out all evil in the world.

"come over?"

Xiaoyu sounded a little unsure and tried a gentle handshake.

huh~
On the altar.

The wooden staff flew towards Xiaoyu.

Pulled around and moved the whole body.

This sudden change caused the abbot's words to suddenly change in tone.

The lights on the ceiling flickered.

The abbot's shadow twisted and collapsed at this moment.

The wings that originally existed only in the abbot's illusion appeared in reality.

A huge black energy suddenly burst out, draining all the power around it, and rushed towards Jackie Chan with the abbot's consciousness.

At this moment, all the saints, priests and disciples felt a very strong sense of fatigue. Wrinkles began to appear on their faces and their eyes began to become cloudy.

The excited expression on Xuanjue's face also froze at this moment.

He could feel that a powerful force was trying to drain the strength and even the vitality from his body.

These forces were cut off mid-cycle and rushed along with the abbot's soul towards Jackie Chan who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

What's going on?

"Uncle Long, get out of the way!"

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

Dad chanted the spell without hesitation, and the dried pufferfish in his hand burst into green light. A barrier instantly spread out, covering the entire temple.

At the same time, the host's consciousness was swept by a powerful force and came to Jackie Chan.

He was just about to follow the energy wave and flow into Jackie Chan's body.

At this moment, a huge green light burst out from Jackie Chan's body.

Faintly, an illusory father sat up from Jackie Chan's body.

Stretch out two fingers and flick them.

slap~
The abbot's consciousness and the black shadow were instantly sucked away.

At the same time, the illusory father's hands did not stop. He turned his head and glanced at Jackie Chan: "Still sleeping?"

Swipe with two fingers.

Bang~Ah!
Jackie Chan sat up instantly and rubbed his forehead in pain: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!"

He opened his eyes, and what he saw stunned him.

The disciples who were dancing passionately and the saints who were chanting scriptures outside all fell to the ground at this moment.

Xuanjue was also looking at one place in disbelief at this time.

Jackie Chan followed Xuanjue's gaze and saw that behind the transparent and illusory abbot, a pair of huge bat wings had grown out at some point.

His eyes turned scarlet at this moment.

Staring intently at the other side.

Jackie Chan followed the soul's gaze again.

There, Xiaoyu looked at him worriedly, hiding behind her father with a wooden staff in her hand.

"Damn it!" An old roar seemed to come from another dimension.

That was the voice of the soul, filled with fear and anger.

It seemed that he didn't expect things to develop like this. The person lying on top was not a Saint Seiya at all, and he was ambushed!

"Dad knew there was something wrong with you, but I never expected that the abbot of the dignified Lord's Holy Temple, the descendant of a fighter for justice, would actually be colluding with the devil."

Dad said calmly: "Dad feels sad for the Holy Temple of Lord." Magic power surged in his hands again. Now, the monster couldn't get out. He only needed to buy a few more seconds, and this guy would have no chance of turning the tables.

The abbot, who was just about to take action, seemed to be hurt by his father's words.

He subconsciously stopped and looked around. His former disciples had not yet figured out the current situation.

But they all looked at his soul with fear in their eyes.

The priests and disciples had the same look in their eyes, but there was more hatred in their eyes.

Everyone who participated in this ritual could clearly feel who had drained away their strength and vitality.

This look quickly shattered some of the abbot's beliefs. His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and he simply ignored the words in his mind urging him to leave.

He turned around and roared at his father: "Bullshit! Bullshit! What devil? This is the soul of the sage of the Holy Academy, it's you..."

He pointed at his father, his mind somewhat lost. "Fifty years ago, think about it, fifty years ago, when you first came here, what did your master do?"

"As you know, this is Lord's Holy Temple, the inheritance site of the ancient sages, but your master forcibly seized our inheritance and copied part of it."

"Who gave you the magic you needed to seal the water demon? Huh? Answer me!"

There was a voice in the abbot's mind that kept telling him to force his way into Xuanjue's body and escape first.

He subconsciously looked at Xuanjue, and seeing Xuanjue looking at him with complicated eyes, he gritted his teeth and ignored the voice in his head again.
He could tolerate everything else except his father. He was the descendant of Master Fang. What qualifications did he have to be called a sacred fighter?

Looking at the entire history of Lord Holy Academy, only his master saw the inheritance of Lord Holy Academy and passed this inheritance on in the Taishan lineage.

This is a naked humiliation to the predecessors of the Holy Academy. Is he still qualified to be called a fighter for justice?

Dad said calmly: "Dad's master obtained the consent of the abbot and priests at the time, and Master Fang also left behind some inheritance."

"This is at most an exchange of spells, not a threat."

"Bullshit!" The abbot was extremely excited.

Its body began to deform continuously, and something seemed to be coming out of its soul, looking extremely strange.

"How could a force possibly give its inheritance to another sect?"

"This is the very foundation of Lord Saint Academy's existence. Your master, relying on his own strength, distorted the facts, conflating right and wrong, using the name of communication..."

The abbot's voice was very excited, but the next moment, he was interrupted by the old man's incantation.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

A huge aura of justice suddenly erupted, condensing into a large net and rushing towards the abbot.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in the abbot's eyes.

"As expected, you are despicable, just like your master."

He raised his hand, and his soul condensed into a huge black energy, forming a huge claw and swung it out.

A sharp explosion sounded in the hall.

The moment the two sides collided.

The radiance of extraordinary energy illuminated the main hall of Lord's Holy Temple.

The magic to capture the demon was broken.

At this moment, a crack appeared behind the abbot, and a black transparent figure emerged from behind him as if taking off clothes.

This monster has bat wings, its body is transparent black, its eyes are scarlet, and its expression is very gloomy.

He looked at the abbot's soul and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

A large amount of magic power flowed into the abbot's soul, making his soul more solid.

"That's really stupid."

He couldn't help but murmur.

At the moment when Dad's magic light sounded.

The winged creature flapped its illusory wings violently and came in front of Xiaoyu.

"This is the real Saint Seiya."

The moment it pounced on Xiaoyu, an amulet on Xiaoyu's wrist burst into green light, and then this light triggered Dad's magic.

The strong force of justice formed a powerful repulsive force, pushing the Winged Clan back.

And that was the moment when Xiaoyu was frightened.

The gentle staff in her hand suddenly burst out with a powerful aura of justice.

The staff moved by itself, allowing Xiaoyu to hold one end, and then the sharp end suddenly stabbed towards the Winged Clan.

Puchi~
A crisp sound was heard, and the Winged Clan was stunned. He looked at the hole on the wing, then looked at Xiaoyu. The change was too sudden and caught him off guard.

Why are there so many layers of protection?
"You never get to be the same dad twice."

Dad thought of the time with the Holy Lord and spoke calmly.

At the same time, his third magic was also ready.

"Go away, demons and monsters! Go away, demons and monsters! Go away!"

At the moment the sound was heard.

The entire hall suddenly lit up with green light.

“Oops.”

Dad was stunned and looked up.

boom!
A huge explosion sounded.

The hall began to shake constantly, and the breath of fire burned wildly, burning a big hole in Dad's isolation magic.

A middle-aged man's voice rang out: "If you don't leave now, you'll die."

The Winged Clan's eyes flashed slightly. He felt something, and a hint of surprise and fear flashed in his eyes.

He soared into the sky and fled through the hole burned by the Holy Lord.

Dad's magic followed closely behind, but it was always a little short, canceling out the flames outside the ceiling.

Dad didn't think twice and chased after him decisively.

But when he walked outside the hall, he only saw a middle-aged man with bloodshot eyes, who was slowly blending into the shadows with a gloomy face.

The setting sun in the sky falls at this moment, revealing a hint of night.

Dad frowned, turned around and walked back.

Why is the Holy Lord here?

Why did that demon just now look so similar to the sky demon Ximu?

He turned his gaze towards the abbot's soul, which seemed to be dissipating.

He still stared at him intently, but without the blessing of the Winged Clan's soul, the voice could not be transmitted to the real dimension.

Dad walked forward calmly.

He said, "Dad followed the whole process back then. What his master gave him was much more than what you gave him."

The abbot was stunned.

(End of this chapter)