Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Jackie Chan felt pain and subconsciously covered his forehead with his hands, his face full of grievance.

At this moment, the armor on his body seemed to sense the emotional fluctuations of its owner and twitched slightly, like a giant beast that was awakened, showing its power briefly.

It seemed to sense that there was no danger, and then it became silent. Only the clear light remained, flowing quietly, as if silently accumulating strength for the next day's battle.

"And one more thing!"

The old man shouted in a loud voice, resounding throughout the house, "What are you still dawdling about! Hurry up and stop the demon from wreaking havoc for me. Don't let the evil demon kill everyone!"

……

On Jiang Shi Nian's side, the giant dragon's body was like a towering giant god, following the winding path cleared by the chicken talisman's floating divine power that was like a dancing snake and emitting a sacred glow. Every step seemed to be on the drumbeat of fate, and its body slowly moved towards Blake.

On Blake's face, the tension and vigilance were as thick as ink, exaggerated wantonly, and cold sweat poured down his forehead like rain, sliding down his cheeks and hitting the ground under his feet, spreading out "flowers of despair".

At this moment, he was like a trapped beast in a quagmire, with his limbs bound by invisible shackles. He watched Jiang Shi Nian's tall figure, which blocked out the sky and the sun, approaching relentlessly step by step like a dark cloud pressing down on a city. The shadow was like a cloak of death, gradually falling and covering him layer by layer.

The feeling of helplessness that penetrated deep into his bones was like an icy-cold tide, surging and surging, completely surrounding and swallowing him up, causing ripples of powerlessness and despair to surge from the depths of his soul.

His body began to tremble slightly, and his spirit was listless, as if his soul had left his body and only a shell was left, tottering in the storm of fate, and he was in a constant state of panic.

San Francisco.

The streets are bustling yet turbulent, and the night is like a huge piece of ink cloth, being tossed around by the wind, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

Jiang Shi Nian, this mysterious existence with a body as majestic as a mountain, is surrounded by a mysterious and dangerous aura, just like a demon god that has broken free from the seal of an ancient forbidden legend.

At this moment, he followed the chicken spell and released a floating divine power that was like a flexible silk ribbon.

"Carve out" a unique path in the chaos and noise.

That force was like an invisible but powerful pulling thread in the night sky, pushing aside numerous obstacles for him. Every time Jiang Shi Nian moved a step, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, making a dull echo, and pressing towards Blake step by step.

Blake stood there, his posture was upright, but every tense wrinkle on his face revealed the tension and vigilance in his heart that was like a raging storm.

His eyes were wide open, staring at Jiang Shinian's huge and ferocious figure. What was reflected in his pupils was the "source of fear" that was getting closer and closer and seemed to cover the sky and the sun.

His hands and feet seemed to be tied by invisible ropes, unable to move. He could only allow Jiang Shi Nian's oppressive shadow to cover him inch by inch.

That shadow, like an icy tide, flooded his heart. The feeling of helplessness was like a fine yet tough spider web, trapping him in the middle. He was unable to break free. His entire body seemed to be drained of energy and spirit. He was listless, his eyes were full of confusion, as if his soul had left his body.

And Kuret, who was standing next to him, was tall and thin like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind, and his face was as pale as paper.

Jiang Shi Nian's blood-red longan eyes were like two deep pools of blood, locking onto him at that moment.

The light flickered, revealing a frightening weirdness. Kuret felt as if the air around him had frozen into ice, and the heavy pressure was like a block of lead, pressing hard on his shoulders.

His body was shaking violently and uncontrollably, and his teeth were chattering.

When Jiang Shi Nian's huge dragon body completely blocked the faint light in the sky, the surroundings seemed to fall into a bottomless abyss in an instant, and darkness covered the sky.

Kurette tried hard to hold on to his almost falling apart body, and with difficulty rolled his throat, he squeezed out a string of broken words: "Holy...Holy Lord, let's calm down, we can talk it out!"

Chapter 99 Confrontation with Jackie Chan

"Everything can be negotiated. I guarantee that we can reach a deal that satisfies you. There's no need to make things so tense, don't you think?"

But the words were still floating in the air, like a fragile soap bubble. The next second, a powerful and brutal force, like an invisible giant hand, suddenly grabbed him.

With a "whoosh", he was thrown far away like a cannonball, drawing a messy arc in the air.

It fell with a bang in the distance, raising a cloud of dust.

"Where is Jackie Chan?" Jiang Shinian spoke. His voice was like the sound of an old bellows, rough and hoarse, and it was particularly harsh in this silent and depressing atmosphere.

After shocking Kuret away, the surging dragon power around him slowly subsided like the tide. After all, he was still hoping to pry some useful information out of Blake's mouth, but he was so scared that he couldn't ask anything.

At the same time, he waved his sleeves, and a group of black shadow ninjas spread out silently like ghosts in the dark night, hiding in every corner around him, closely monitoring every move. Even a fly flying by would not escape their eyes and ears.

The power of the chicken talisman and rabbit talisman in the body is like a dormant beast, secretly gathering strength, ready to devour its prey at any time in order to deal with emergencies.

There was no other way. In this world, although the black air he was contaminated with when he was resurrected gave him some confidence, the righteous camp on the opposite side, through some kind of heaven-defying opportunity, had become so powerful that they were incredibly strong. The rich righteous energy permeated the land like thick smog.

Even his secret connection with the Black Shadow Ninja was disrupted and became intermittent.

In the current situation, it is better to be safe than sorry. Keeping safe is the way to survive in the future.

Blake listened to Jiang Shi Nian asking about Jackie Chan, his brows twisted into a knot, full of confusion.

I am just an archaeologist obsessed with historical dust. How did I get involved in this muddy fight between gods?

Could it be that this devil had a grudge against Jackie Chan after repeated clashes, and now he is angry and wants to settle the score with him and eliminate the root of the problem?

As his eyes wandered, he saw the bodies of his comrades lying all around him. Some were in tatters like rags torn by the wind, and some had turned into powder and merged into the dust. The tragic scene struck his heart directly, and anger suddenly jumped up from the bottom of his heart and burned fiercely.

He was different from the gang behind Kulet. Those guys in District 9 were obsessed with capturing the devil alive, and treated this mysterious and dangerous guy as a lab rat, trying to dig out the secret of the mysterious power from his body, but they greatly underestimated the ability of the Holy Lord, and were beaten to a pulp, suffering heavy losses.

As for Blake, he has a pure heart of justice beating in his chest. From the moment he stepped into this "battlefield", he vowed to seal the devil in the endless abyss, or let it turn into ashes, strangle the evil force in the cradle, and prevent San Francisco and even the entire United States from being shrouded in haze.

He had a close relationship with Jackie Chan, and he had also learned a lot from his father, the eccentric old man, but the news he reported to Congress was lost without a trace. He really didn't know what those politicians were messing around with! Now that his comrade-in-arms had been killed, how could he hold back?

"What on earth do you want to do?" Blake roared at the top of his voice, veins bulging on his neck like angry little snakes. His bald head flashed coldly in the dim firelight, and he looked like an angry lion ready to devour anyone.

"Hmph." Jiang Shinian stared down at him. Although he couldn't read his mind, he could tell from his expression that the sheriff was so furious that he could sense it burning through his head.

But so what, in this "chess game".

Now he holds the power of life and death!

"After all, I'm the one holding the knife now. I don't want to see innocent people around me die and San Francisco turned into a sea of ​​fire, so I quickly told Jackie Chan and the old man where they are."

Blake was so angry that his eyes turned red, his silver teeth were almost broken, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and he glared at Jiang Shi Nian fiercely, but his body seemed to be frozen, and he dared not move rashly.

When Jiang Shinian saw him like this, a cold light flashed in his dragon eyes, and two auroras shot out with a "whoosh", just like lightning across the night sky, carrying a breath of destruction, and blasted straight into the distance.

With a loud "bang", a big hole was blown out on the ground, soil and rocks flew everywhere, blood mist instantly filled the air, and a shrill scream pierced the night sky.

"Stop!" Blake yelled at the top of his lungs, his eyes almost popping out.

Jiang Shi Nian turned his head slowly, his expression calm and almost indifferent, and just looked at him quietly, as if waiting for an answer.

"Okay, I'll... call!" Blake took out the communicator tremblingly and pressed the number with trembling fingers.

I dialed Jackie Chan's number, and each of the "beep-beep-beep" waiting tones was like a hammer hitting my heart.

"Hello? Blake? What's going on? There are a lot of policemen outside running around like headless flies. There's such a big commotion over there. What's going on?" As soon as the call was connected, Jackie Chan's anxious and puzzled voice came like a string of cannonballs.

Blake glared at Jiang Shi Nian who was standing beside him, took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said through gritted teeth, "I'm in such bad luck here. I, the residents around me, and even the entire San Francisco, have been held hostage by the evil star Saint Lord. He's like a mad dog, forcing me to tell him the location of you, Dad, and Xiaoyu."

"Don't worry, I'm here, but I'm alone."

"Are you alone? You're here now?" Blake looked at Jiang Shinin and repeated Jackie Chan's question, with a hint of despair in his voice.

At this moment, a person not far away was rushing towards them, against the flow of people fleeing in panic, like a lone boat breaking through the waves.

Jiang Shi Nian narrowed his eyes, his sharp gaze piercing through the night.

After looking at it for a long time, it seems that Jackie Chan is the only young man going to this "Hongmen Banquet" alone.

The atmosphere around became increasingly tense, like a fully drawn bow ready to explode at any moment. Everyone was waiting for the next moment, the moment when the gears of fate collided and crushed all the unknowns.

"Holy Lord!"

Jackie Chan was like a gust of wind carrying anger and justice, wearing the mysterious immortal god armor that exuded an ancient luster, and rushed to the scene at lightning speed.

What came into his sight was a tragic scene like a Shura field and a winding cobblestone path.

At this moment, it has become a "river of blood", with shocking pools of crimson blood, spreading and overlapping wantonly, like a horrifying painting with paint wantonly splashed by the devil.

The bodies of those who unfortunately died, collapsed to the ground, black and wrinkled. After being burned by the flames, they looked just like worthless pieces of coal that had been discarded at random. The pungent smell filled the air, telling of endless sorrow and tragedy.

Every inch of space was filled with desperate silence. Jackie Chan's face was instantly covered with a mixture of compassion and anger, his brows twisted into a deep "川" shape, his eyes were burning with anger, and full of grief.

"Roar--" He roared at the top of his voice at Jiang Shinian who stood in front of Blake like a towering mountain.

The voice seemed to break through the oppressive sky, and with the vibration of justice, it echoed for a long time in this devastated space.

Jiang Shi Nian, on the other hand, seemed like a spectator who was not involved in the matter. He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of nonchalant mockery, as if he had heard an insignificant joke.

Then he slowly stretched out a thick, scaly dragon claw, tilted his head as if no one was around, and scratched his ear.

He looked so leisurely as if he was lying on the sofa in his own home to bask in the sun, but the eerie and dangerous aura lingering around him was like a materialized black fog, which had not diminished at all, constantly reminding others that he was a demon from the dark abyss.

"Is this the 'secret weapon' that Zhengqi has arranged for you? Just this set of armor?"

As Jiang Shi Nian spoke, he looked Jackie Chan up and down carefully, his eyes moving back and forth on the armor like a detector, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

There was a faint, sarcastic arc in his eyes, as if he was examining a trivial gadget, and he completely ignored the indignation and anger on Jackie Chan's face.

But when his gaze lingered on the armor for a moment, his heart suddenly felt like being stabbed by a sharp ice cone.

A strong sense of uneasiness and threat surged over him, as if someone was quietly holding an embroidery needle and putting it close to his eyes, making him feel uncomfortable all over, and every dragon scale seemed to stand up in protest.

He subconsciously raised his hands and grabbed the majestic and upright dragon horns above his head, as if he wanted to pull out the abnormality.

"Hmph, it seems like I've run into a tough guy today. He's not so easy to deal with."

He muttered softly, and the dark shadows under his feet were like ink pouring into the quiet lake, spreading and penetrating silently but unstoppably in the surroundings. In the blink of an eye, it formed an invisible and gloomy net, and the gloomy atmosphere became increasingly intense.

Chapter 100: Fight if you dare!

"Holy Lord! You cruel and inhumane devil!" Jackie Chan shouted as he strode closer, but just as he stepped into a seemingly ordinary area.

In an instant, darkness as thick as ink surged up from the ground like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, and quickly trapped him in it, forming an airtight "dark cage".

Then, one after another, ghost soldiers appeared like ghosts squeezing out from the cracks in the gates of hell. They were densely packed and stacked one after another, and instantly surrounded him. Dark shadows gathered all around him, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it was suffocating.

Jackie Chan's body suddenly stopped, and his face instantly became alert, like a vigilant cheetah that smelled deadly danger.

However, his eyes only quickly swept across the group of black shadow ninjas, and then locked onto the target like a sniper.

He stared straight at Jiang Shinian, his gaze like two burning lasers, as if to penetrate the giant dragon's hard scales and hit the vital points.

After all, he and these strange shadows have already become "old acquaintances" after several confrontations in the past.

He knew their strength very well. Although their numbers were frighteningly large, he was not too scared because he had the armor carefully prepared by his father to protect him.

It was just that at this moment, I vaguely felt that the dark shadow that surrounded me this time seemed to have been secretly "upgraded and transformed", revealing an indescribable evil nature. My heart seemed to be gently pulled by a thin thread, and I felt a trace of doubt.

But with a powerful enemy at hand, he did not have the energy to think too much. He thought that as long as he could solve the "big trouble" of Jiang Nian, these minions would be nothing more than "dust" that could be easily swept away.

"Oh? I'm cruel?"

Jiang Shi Nian grinned, revealing a row of sharp fangs, and let out a series of strange laughs. The sound was like the cry of an owl in a cemetery on a cold night, eerie and harsh, sending chills down people's spines.