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

Chapter 85 Oh my God, it’s the Evil Dragon Lord!!

England, outside the city.

The air here is also slightly moist. In the distance, there are large rain clouds that are continuously bringing down heavy rain, and even people dozens of kilometers away are subtly affected.

And on this hillside, there is a scorched grassy area.

A middle-aged man sat up in a daze. He looked down at his purple robe. The dress-like style made him feel a little ridiculous.

He remembered that his name was Eisen, and the leader was the Ice Trio, who were preparing to make a deal with the gem thieves organization in Barcelona in the basement of a farm.

Then my consciousness fell into chaos, until now.

"Sigh~"

Eisen, who was about to stand up, took a breath.

He felt sore all over his body, and his bones felt like they were burned by flames, so hot that he couldn't stand up at all.

It's getting hotter and hotter. I won't die, will I?

He thought, his eyes filled with fear.

He tried to stand up again, but the next moment the fire in his bones became more and more intense, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Ahhhhh."

At some point, the painful roar made him roll and twist on the ground.

Flames filled his entire body, and spots of scarlet spread across his bloodshot eyeballs, quickly occupying his entire eyes.

The ferocity on his face quickly disappeared, and was replaced by anger and hatred.

"fear."

He muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes looking towards the place full of water vapor.

The Holy Lord’s fire energy was all used up. If the dragon had not given up the chance to struggle and sent all the fire energy back to him.

The current Holy Lord is still Eisen.

Even in the next few months or even years, this body will belong to Eisen.

Wow.
The cumulonimbus clouds over there gradually spread, and the heavy rain washed away the scorched earth on the ground, also covering up the hatred.

"The capital of God."

A calm and magnetic voice sounded.

The Holy Lord suppressed his anger and lowered his eyes slightly, staring at a small pool of water at his feet.

The pool was scarlet at this time, and the raindrops falling down stirred up faint ripples on the scarlet water surface.

Among these people, a tall figure wearing a purple Taoist robe with all four hands tucked into the wide sleeves was looking at him calmly.

The emotions in the Holy Lord's eyes were suppressed a little by these eyes. He took a deep breath and asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Lan raised his hand, and the image of the small pond became smaller. Next to him appeared Bo Gang, who was trying to raise a human in a building, but couldn't resist his appetite and was drooling wildly and gnawing on steel bars.

There was also a Basa who looked a little weak and was surrounded by water vapor.

"The defeat of the demons was too much of a blow. I think they need a chance."

Zhu Lan said gently: "You have no body now, but your door still exists."

The Holy Lord's eyes suddenly became gloomy. He understood the meaning of Zhu Lan's words.

"Ha ha ha ha."

He laughed outright, then looked at Zhu Lan with a suppressed expression: "I still have seven seals on my body, and they haven't removed any of them for me! Why should I give my door to them?"

Basha frowned, and the madness in her eyes gradually dissipated: "Damn it."

Before she could utter a curse, she was restrained by the gravitational force of the curse blue.

Basha stared at Zhulan intently, but under that calm gaze, she tried her best to suppress her temper.

"Is it me who doesn't want to untie it for you, God? It's you who can't come because you're busy fighting that evil wizard."

Bo Gang turned around and stared at the Holy Lord with great displeasure: "If you had come here, perhaps I wouldn't have been sealed at all. This is all your fault!"

"Damn God City, if I can still get out, I hope you prepare two dragons for my breakfast, otherwise..."

Zhu Lan waved his hand to block out Bo Gang's incessant mumbling.

He put his hands in his pockets, his attitude gentle and calm: "Shendu, do you think it's a good thing to have a door?"

"The Panku Box can only open a gate once. After the gate is closed, the Panku Box will not be able to react to the gate of Hell."

The Holy Lord said gloomily, "In other words, each door is an opportunity to escape. Don't you think that's a good thing?"

"Yes, but who left this door open?" Zhu Lan asked back.

The Holy Lord didn't even think twice: "Of course it's those damn immortal gods."

The Holy Lord was silent and looked at Zhu Lan with some complexity for a moment.

They knew about the key, but never thought about it in this way.

Can what the immortal gods left behind be called an opportunity?
The immortal god stayed, but then passed through Lope's hands and was then worshipped by Lope's descendants. Could this be a good thing?
"What do you want to say?"

The Holy Lord's voice was a little difficult, he was thinking of something not so good.

Zhu Lan put his hands in his pockets and said calmly, "As long as the door exists, we will always be connected to the dimension of Hell. When the door disappears, the thing that connects us to Hell will appear. Only by destroying that thing will our connection with Hell disappear completely.

By then, although the difficulty of escaping Hell will increase endlessly, the Hell-sealing spells targeting us will also become ineffective."

The anger in the Holy Lord's eyes quickly dissipated during the analysis. It was the first time he heard such an argument.

But it also feels reasonable.

Why is the Holy Lord afraid of the long sword, or why can the long sword combined with magic send him back to hell?

This is worth considering. During the God War, the demons all suffered injuries that directly affected their origins, and Ximu was even dismantled. With this level of injury, the origins would definitely be lost, and even their respective demonic energy would be lost.

If these evil spirits become part of the seal that seals the demons, or even become the chains that bind the demons to hell.
"can."

The Holy Lord glanced at Basha, then stared at Zhulan: "But I need compensation, compensation for someone's betrayal."

Anger flashed in Basa's eyes, but rarely did she directly refute this statement.

After all, the Holy Lord was willing to contribute his own sect, most likely to her, and this was enough for her to temporarily suppress her temper.

Zhu Lan thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, I once left behind a legacy. According to the timeline, it should have appeared in reality by now. It's located in your kingdom. Go and look for it. If you find it, the magic within should be able to restore your anger to its peak."

The Holy Lord paused and looked at Zhu Lan with some surprise. Although his current anger limit was only 20% of his peak, he would not lose if he had this peak in this battle.

Thinking of this, a figure suddenly appeared in the Holy Lord's mind, and his eyes flashed slightly.

It seems he has a descendant who can help.
The Holy Lord looked at Zhu Lan and asked directly, "What inheritance is this? How do I find it?"

"I don't remember. I only know it existed." Zhu Lan calmly shook his head. "All I remember now is that it was an altar that only appeared in reality on full moon nights."

"This hint is too general. How can I find it?"

"It's not difficult." Zhu Lan shook his head and explained calmly:

"Over time, people's greed will turn magic into a myth. We only need to pay close attention and find things about us through word of mouth."
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Antarctica.

Lin Luo held a compass in his hand and looked at a small snow pile in front of him with some doubt.

This pointer is for finding materials, the exclusive equipment of the Snow Spirit.

The Snow Spirit is a treasure that can only be born on the top of a snowy mountain.

Now the pointer points to a snow pile that is not even as tall as him?

Between suspecting that this thing was broken and that this snow pile less than two meters high could be called a snow mountain, Lin Luo chose the latter.

But before he could start looking, the pointer began to rotate, and when it stabilized again, it was pointing in another direction.

Lin Luo frowned. How could this thing run?

Thinking of this, Lin Luo quickly flew towards the place where the pointer pointed.

Antarctica is different from the Arctic. Antarctica is colder and has fewer bears, but there are more penguins, which add vitality to this extremely cold place.

When we crossed half of the South Pole, the needle finally changed.

Lin Luo looked at the towering snow-capped mountain in front of him with some surprise in his eyes. The difference was not a little bit.

But now he has realized that this place seems to be a different space, and this treasure is in this different space.

Fly to the top of the snow-capped mountain, stretch out your index finger, and gently stroke it.

Suddenly, the space wrinkled, and then it was as if cloth was cut by a sharp blade, revealing another scene.

It's really a different space
Lin Luo put his hands back, sensed the things in the alien space, and flew directly in.

Jingle bell. Jingle bell.
The space rift behind him was completely closed.

A burst of music sounded.

Lin Luo turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

Not far away, there is a huge Christmas tree. Under the Christmas tree are densely packed creatures about 70 cm tall, wearing green clothes and with pointed ears.

Memories surged in my mind, and a picture gradually emerged.

In the picture, a fat old man rides a magic sleigh, delivering Christmas gifts to every household.

Santa Claus and his elves!

The pointer rotated and pointed to the mountain!

A hint of thought appeared in Lin Luo's eyes.

If he remembered correctly, one of the powers these spirits possessed was the ability to teleport across the entire world.

This is a bit troublesome, at least it cannot be raised well.

And Santa Claus
In the original show, it was Daolong who wanted to absorb Santa Claus' power.

He himself has no power.
While thinking, Lin Luo had already approached the peak of Santa Claus, and then his body gradually became hidden and floated towards the back mountain.

The Santa Claus matter can be postponed a little.

Now the goblins are more important. They are a race that can build spaceships and escape from balance.

As long as that race is included in the collection of fear, the growth rate of his fear will be very fast.

"Who is there?"

In front of a cave behind the snow-capped mountains, an elf appeared with a magic wand in his hand, looking vigilantly in the direction of Lin Luo.

Moreover, as soon as he asked the question, he instantly pressed a button on his staff.

woohoo~
The sound of air raid sirens and a red flashing light instantly resounded throughout Christmas Mountain.

Lin Luo:.
He thought about it and searched within his own fear.

roar~
A yellow-green creature with a human body and a dragon head appeared on the snow mountain.

He roared towards the sky, then rushed towards the cave, breaking the protective magic and rushing in.

Before the elves begin to gather and cast spells.

The yellow-green dragon had already grabbed several spirits, rushed out of the cave, and flew away.

The captain of the elves could not help but exclaim when he saw the fleeing monster.

"Oh my god, it's the Evil Dragon Lord!!"

(End of this chapter)