Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

But it was like a series of blows from a club, hitting his cognitive world hard, making him see stars and his thinking confused.

In fact, he still had a question in his mind.

"How come I didn't notice anything?"

Chapter 107 True Dragon Magic? !

But his instinct warned him not to show his cowardice or ignorance in front of this devil, so the question became like a fishbone stuck in his throat and he swallowed it.

As for Dad, who was originally immersed in a deep pool of thought, he slowly raised his head. The wrinkles on his forehead were like mysterious runes engraved by the years, each of which concealed endless wisdom and worries.

He stood beside a ruined building. The mottled wall was covered with traces of erosion by time and moss spread wildly.

In the dim light, it exudes a gloomy green, as if silently telling the vicissitudes of the past.

At this moment, he served as a foil to his father's solemn aura, making him look even more unfathomable and worried.

"Dad? What's happening? Are there more brutal demons coming out?"

Jackie Chan couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked anxiously.

Although the voice was a little thin amid the whistling wind, it was full of doubt and uneasiness, breaking the brief silence and causing a few startled birds to fly up in panic from the nearby dead branches, flapping their wings and disappearing into the depths of the dark clouds, leaving only a few panicked cries that drifted away in the air.

The old man was silent for a moment, as if he was considering his words, and then he spoke in a steady but solemn voice: "Since the moment the Lord was resurrected, the balance between yin and yang has been tilting like an unbalanced scale. The mysterious power that has been silent for many years in the world is like a giant beast awakening from hibernation, slowly stretching its muscles and bones, reviving and spreading. Look around here-"

Dad raised his hand and pointed to a barren land in the distance. It used to be a prosperous market, but now there were only broken bricks and tiles and overgrown weeds.

It sways gracefully in the darkness, like a ghost dancing.

"This place, which was once very popular, is now affected by a mysterious force. It is losing its vitality and filled with negative energy, just like a cursed place. The resurrection of the Holy Lord is just a fuse. In fact, not only the negative energy is looking forward to the Holy Lord's return, but also the positive energy..."

Dad stopped talking in the middle of his words and looked up at the dark sky that seemed to be shrouded in an ominous haze. His eyes were deep, as if penetrating the clouds and looking into the depths of endless time and space.

After a long time, he looked away and changed the subject.

"Once Yin and Yang are revived, the mysterious power will surge and expand like an uncontrolled tide. The two are like destined enemies, and quickly fall into a game of checks and balances."

“If one side falls into decline and is forced into a corner, someone or something will be born to meet the destiny. It may be that the ancient seal is loosened, the devil breaks free from the shackles, or a new force is born from the chaos, just to suppress the opponent and restore the balance.”

Dad paused for a moment, glanced at everyone, and continued:

"But in this world, where is there a truly static balance point? It's just that the two sides are in an endless pursuit, one singing and the other coming on stage, the power of one rising and falling, just like the alternation of the sun and the moon. As the level of mysterious power rises, the world will become stronger and tougher like tempered steel."

"This demon's intention is that if we defeat him, he, the representative of the black energy, may temporarily retreat behind the scenes. However, if this happens, the yang energy will dominate, and the huge vacuum left by the yin energy will be filled by more terrifying demons."

"If this demon is defeated again, there will be more terrifying beings coming one after another, and the cycle will repeat over and over again, like an endless abyss with no bottom in sight."

When the old man said this, his voice gradually became lower, as if he was suffocating under the heavy pressure of fate, and he fell into a long silence.

Beside him, there are several withered old trees with twisted branches, shaped like ghosts with bared fangs and claws, shivering in the cold wind, as if echoing the solemnity and helplessness, adding a touch of concrete sadness to his silent worries.

Xiaoyu nestled in Jackie Chan's arms, her eyes rolling around, her little face full of thought, as if she was trying hard to digest these complicated remarks.

Jackie Chan swallowed his saliva, and the sound of his difficult swallowing was particularly clear in the silence. His voice was dry and he stumbled, "Dad, are you saying that there is more than one devil?"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze in an instant. Dad, Xiaoyu, Jiang Shinian, six pairs of eyes shot towards him, with different expressions.

Feeling helpless or speechless, black lines seemed to appear on their heads. A cold wind whistled past, blowing up the dust on the ground and blinding everyone's eyes, as if fate was sneering at this "silly" question.

"oops!"

The old man's fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to give Jackie Chan a blow on the head as usual, but he finally held back, sighed, and said earnestly:

"Compared to the ancient demons, human history is just a drop in the ocean, a fleeting moment. The eight demons are just a few records left after the birth of mankind. In the endless years of the past, how long did the battle between righteousness and evil last? How many lives were born? Who represented the majority, and were they completely annihilated in the long river? With our current means, it is difficult to find out. Perhaps only God knows."

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[Task 1: Shake the will of the protagonists and make one of them turn against you, and you will get the True Dragon Technique! ]

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At this moment of solemn silence, a system light screen popped up out of nowhere, like a mysterious visitor who suddenly arrived, and everyone was stunned.

The light curtain exuded a cold blue light, which seemed out of place in this dim and gloomy environment, yet it also had a sense of science fiction and mystery, as if it was a variable chess piece thrown by fate at a critical moment in the game.

Jiang Shi Nian was even more dumbfounded. Normally, the system had a variety of options, but this time it seemed like a joke, only giving the option of "shaking the will of the protagonists and making one of them turn against them", and it was repeated three times, with no other choice.

The shock in his heart was like the surging waves. This strange setting was truly unprecedented and surprised him to the extreme.

Several people were lost in thought, each with their own concerns. Only Jackie Chan's eyes wandered between Jiang Shi Nian, his father, and Xiao Yu. Finally, he stared at the swirl on Xiao Yu's head. His eyes were empty, and he muttered to himself, "Why does Xiao Yu's head seem a little bald?"

He was totally oblivious to the solemn atmosphere around him, as if he was a bystander. His naive and inappropriate appearance seemed particularly abrupt in this gloomy and unpredictable scene.

This attracted a stray cat nearby to stick its head out from behind the broken wall, and it tilted its head to look at him, its eyes full of confusion. Then it shrank back and disappeared into the darkness.

After a moment, the old man caught a glimpse of Jackie Chan in deep thought, and he was delighted. He thought to himself, could it be that this blockhead has finally come to his senses and is now worried about what the Holy Lord said?

No, he must not let the devil bewitch him!

Immediately, the old man's voice rang out like a bell: "Jackie Chan!"

"There may be many demons, but justice is like the stars, shining forever and never ending. Don't let the Holy Lord's words confuse your mind. He is a demon after all, and his nature cannot be changed!"

As the old man spoke, he strode forward. The gravel under his feet made a crunching sound. Each step seemed to be stepping on the drumbeat of fate, full of strength and determination.

He stood in front of Jackie Chan, with a shaky abandoned clock tower behind him. The hands of the clock had long since stopped, and the dial was covered with mottled rust. In the dim light, it looked like a huge, dead eye, staring at the confrontation.

"At this moment, quickly take out the talisman from the Saint's body. Without this power to support him, the power of the seal will naturally recast him into a sculpture. As long as he is still here, even if he is trapped, he can still add a balance of power to the world's yin and yang and stabilize the overall situation!"

Dad's voice was full of energy. He was obviously just an ordinary man, but at this moment he was like the god of thunder. Every word he spoke was like a thunderclap, penetrating into Jackie Chan's ears, shaking him all over and bringing him back to his senses in an instant.

"Dad..."

Jackie Chan was thinking about Xiaoyu's hair whorls when he was frightened by the roar and his heart started beating wildly. He looked at his father blankly.

Among the many words, only "take out the talisman from the holy body" was heard.

Although he didn't understand the situation, he knew that his father's orders must not be disobeyed, otherwise he would be "brain-blasted", so he prepared to act.

"Xiaoyu, you stay with daddy."

Jackie Chan gently put Xiaoyu down and stood guard beside his father. The white light that enveloped the two of them seemed to have spirituality and slowly faded away from Xiaoyu, like a trickle of water returning to the sea, and all gathered on Jackie Chan, making the light around him even brighter, like a god of war in armor.

At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew, blowing up a sky full of dust, covering the sky and the sun. The figures of people were looming in the dust, as if it was a maze deliberately set up by fate, blurring the vision of this game.

Seeing Jackie Chan ready to attack again, Jiang Shi Nian quickly came out of his shock and responded.

In his eyes, his father is as stubborn as Lao Shi, and Jackie Chan is as stupid as a cow.

Only Xiaoyu is clever and seems to have the potential to turn against them.

Seeing that Jackie Chan tried to interrupt the conversation and start fighting directly, Jiang Shinian's eyes turned and a plan came to mind.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

The crowd was shocked by a burst of wild laughter, which seemed particularly eerie and terrifying amid the howling wind and the filled dust, like the cry of an evil ghost at night.

The temperature around seemed to drop a few degrees, and the chill was biting.

While Jackie Chan was stunned, Jiang Shi Nian spoke quickly, his voice cold and full of temptation: "Are you really sure that by turning me back into a statue, you can restore this broken and unbalanced world to its ideal state like a puzzle?"

Chapter 108: Talking to Dad

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

Jiang Shi Nian's wild laughter sounded like the cry of a night owl, piercing through the leaden clouds in the sky and echoing wantonly between heaven and earth, making the air around him buzz, as if thunder was beating a drum in the clouds.

Every laugh was accompanied by overwhelming pressure, causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

The strong wind seemed like a vicious beast awakened by the horrifying sound waves. It roared and raged, raising a cloud of dust. The dim sand was like a hidden weapon, crackling on the broken walls, as if it was the painful groan of the world under the devil's laughter.

Wherever the sound waves reached, no matter whether it was the people on the scene facing its power, or the bystanders who were nervously watching and listening behind the screen through the cold technological equipment, they all seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

In an instant, there was a dead silence, with only the terrifying laughter lingering in the ears for a long time.

At this time, this once prosperous neighborhood has turned into a dilapidated battlefield.

On both sides of the street, the buildings that used to be decorated with carved beams and painted rafters are now only skeletons, with charred wooden beams hanging in all directions like limp arms.

Broken bricks and stones are scattered all over the ground. Under the grinding of wind and sand, their edges and corners have gradually lost, and they are full of vicissitudes.

The lead-gray sky above their heads and the thick, impenetrable clouds were like a huge rock that was about to collapse, pressing heavily on everyone's heads and could crush the only remaining hope in the world at any time.

"You, a righteous mage, clearly know that the truth is not that simple, but you still insist on doing it. Your stubbornness really opens my eyes!"

Jiang Shi Nian's huge body stood proudly, and the scales all over his body glowed coldly in the darkness, just like a suit of armor. Each scale was like a carefully forged blade, reflecting a cold and murderous aura.

A pair of blood-red dragon eyes that seemed to be burning with the fire of hell, locked onto Dad tightly. Endless sarcasm and amusement seemed to be hidden in the depths of those eyes, but his voice was strangely becoming calmer. Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer falling down, speaking slowly.

Behind him, the shadow seemed to have come to life, spreading wildly like a black tide, swallowing up the few remaining rays of light from the sky, just like the bloody mouth of a devil, ready to drag the world back into the dark abyss.

"Look at what you humans have done. You have dragged this world into a deep abyss of silence. The yin and yang cycle that used to be full of vitality and endless circulation has now dried up like an old well, without any vitality flowing anymore."

"These are all the great achievements of our ancestors who you all praise so much, and who have painstakingly 'managed' them!"

"You humans have been running wildly on the road of science and technology. With every step forward, aren't you stepping on countless corpses? Magic once had the power to change the world and turn the tide, but in this era, people sneer at mysterious powers and strange existences. Have you ever studied the reason?"

Jiang Shi Nian's hoarse voice was like an old bellows wailing in the dark night, transmitted to all directions through radio waves, causing ripples in the hearts of those who heard it.

Those who are far behind the scenes, watching this confrontation through the eyes of technology, are in a bright but cold monitoring room.

The cold lights from the surrounding instruments illuminated their frightened faces. They did not have the experience of being immersed in the magical world like their father, nor were there any detailed ancient volumes around them for them to read or explore.

The so-called magicians he hired were only half-baked people who only had a superficial understanding of the subject.

At this moment, Jiang Shinian's words were like a key that quietly opened the dusty door to the mysterious world, arousing everyone's curiosity and eager to find out.

As for my father, his brows were furrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like deep ravines, making his face look even more sad, and he fell into a deeper silence.

How could he not know the hidden truth behind this?

As a great master, he has been tempered by the years and witnessed the vicissitudes of life. His wisdom is by no means shallow and narrow.

Back then, he left his hometown, sailed across the sea, and traveled to this strange land. The disputes during this period were by no means as simple as ordinary verbal conflicts and loss of face.

The root cause was that the group of people who studied magic had strayed from the right path in their original intentions, and had lost their minds in depravity and greed. They used magic in crooked ways, and their hands were dirty and unsightly, which made him extremely disappointed and he left in anger.

Now, seeing that the mysterious power seems to be reviving, the worry in Dad's heart is growing like weeds.

Will those "evil spirits" that have been hiding in the dark in the past take this opportunity to make a comeback, resume their old ways, and continue to perform that disgusting and despicable farce?

Or maybe, they have never stopped at all, and have been doing whatever they want in the dark corners, but they just pretend not to know.