Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

The old man opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something but stopped. A look of astonishment was frozen on his face, as if he was about to utter the habitual "Ouch". The slightly upward arc of the corners of his mouth revealed a bit of humor and abruptness in this dead silent atmosphere.

Jackie Chan is like a warrior charging into battle, but gets "petrified" halfway, with the light of the immortal god armor on his body flashing. He seems unwilling to be trapped, and "wriggles" slightly in the static time and space, struggling endlessly.

Every tremor of the halo seems to be telling of the struggle against this restraining force.

The intricate patterns on the armor looked like ancient and mysterious runes, flickering in the dim light, as if silently accumulating strength, waiting for the moment to break through.

Jiang Shi Nian did not dare to stay any longer. He could clearly feel the power in his body pouring out like a flood. And it was not just the loss of magic power, but also strands of indescribable things, like soul fragments, quietly slipping away.

Especially the immortal god armor, which was very weird. How could ordinary armor have such incredible strength? It was as if it was making Jackie Chan into a living god, transcending the ordinary world.

When he was worried, he drove the black shadow under his feet with his mind, like an awakened ghost of the night, instantly becoming agile and moving in a winding manner.

Before leaving, Jiang Shi Nian's eyes fell on Xiaoyu's face and saw that her expression was complicated and she was tangled like a tangled mess in her heart that could not be sorted out.

Three points of certainty are like a candle in the dark night, holding on to a glimmer of light in the confusion.

The doubts were like a mist, obscuring the clear eyes.

After seeing through his attitude, Jiang Shi Nian's figure flashed, as if blending into a ghost in the night, sinking into the darkness and disappearing in a flash, leaving only dead silence and emptiness, as if he had never appeared here.

Only the lingering magic in the air proves that this thrilling confrontation actually took place.

Chapter 111: Escape to the Women's Bathhouse

"buzz"

As Jiang Shi Nian's figure disappeared, the shackles of time seemed to be broken into pieces of glass, and the surroundings instantly came back to life, with color and vitality returning like a tide.

The strong wind raged again, and dust flew all over the sky, shrouding the neighborhood in dimness and chaos again.

"Wait, what happened just now? Where is the Holy Master?"

Jackie Chan sprinted forward in one stride, and where he landed, smoke and dust rose up, leaving only an empty space. The majestic dragon of the past disappeared like a dream bubble, leaving only the lingering magic in the air to prove that it had existed.

"Wait, do dragons have hair?"

Jackie Chan scratched his head, his face full of confusion and his eyes full of puzzlement, like a child lost in a maze, at a loss as to what to do.

He stood there, the light of the immortal god armor on his body had dimmed, like a star that had lost its brilliance, leaving only a simple and old outline. Under the blowing wind and sand, it looked even more weathered and heavy, just like a aging hero who, although he had experienced hundreds of battles, was now full of loneliness and confusion.

Dad walked over, his eyes fell on Jackie Chan's already dim divine armor. His cloudy eyes were like a deep pool, rippling slightly, as if he was silently deducing and reviewing the situation in his heart, trying to find the mystery.

He stood under a broken wall. The wall was crumbling and the mottled surface was full of traces of time. In this harsh environment, the moss still spread stubbornly, as if silently telling of the persistence of the past.

At this moment, he was also infected by the solemn aura emanating from his father, and trembled, as if he knew that although a shocking war had come to an end for the time being, the aftermath was not over, and the future was still full of variables.

"Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu came over, jumping and tapping the armor with her little hands. Her eyes were full of admiration, her face was shining, and she said crisply, "Uncle Long, you were so cool just now! If Jiang Shi Nian saw this, he would definitely be shocked by you!"

Her agile figure, like a bird jumping on a branch in spring, brings a touch of freshness and brightness to this gray and silent neighborhood, just like a ray of sunshine penetrating the clouds in the haze, full of innocence and fearlessness.

"Ha ha……"

Jackie Chan pulled up a bitter smile. The style of this armor was simple and old-fashioned, like an unearthed cultural relic. It was not beautiful to wear on him. He thought to himself that it would be better not to let acquaintances see it.

He raised his hand, wanting to adjust his armor, but found that his fingers were hindered by the thick armor plates, making his movements a little clumsy, which made him even more helpless and embarrassed at the moment.

While he was thinking, his father raised his hand, his fingers were as fast as lightning, and a blow landed accurately on Jackie Chan's forehead.

"Ouch!"

Jackie Chan felt pain and tried to cover his forehead with his hands, but the armor got in the way and he could only rub it from a distance. He grimaced in pain, his eyes turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, and he felt very aggrieved, wondering why the armor couldn't even rub the painful spot.

"Oh no! You let the devil escape, what should I do?"

Dad shouted in a voice as loud as a bell, full of anxiety and helplessness.

He put his hands on his hips, his body swaying slightly in the wind, his tattered clothes fluttering in the wind, like an angry veteran who was heartbroken over the missed opportunity but could do nothing about it.

"You were able to use the locating spell before, Dad. Cast some more magic and find the Holy Lord!"

Jackie Chan looked at his father with a wronged tone and a crying voice, as if a drowning man looked at a life-saving straw. He took a step forward, and the bricks and stones under his feet creaked, as if responding to his anxious mood at the moment.

"What? You think magic is a joke! The Holy Lord is surrounded by black air, just like dark clouds covering the sun and obscuring the secrets of heaven. What do you think Dad is? A sniffing search dog?"

The old man put his hands on his hips, puffed his beard and glared, his tone was exaggerated and full of resentment.

He turned and paced, dust rising under his feet. Every step seemed to step on everyone's tense heartstrings, making the tense atmosphere even more intense.

"And one more thing!"

The old man paused, looking exhausted, and waved his hand, saying, "I am tired. I need to go back and rest, and then continue to look for the curse!"

After saying this, he strode away, covered in weathered clothes, away from this place of trouble.

His figure faded away in the wind and sand, as if blending into the endless darkness. Only Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu were left standing in this dilapidated neighborhood, looking at the direction their father had left, full of worry and confusion, as if they had been thrown into a raging sea by the hand of fate, not knowing where the road ahead lay.

Jiang Shi Nian escaped into the ghost kingdom and felt at home there. After traveling for a long time, he finally found a "safe" place.

As soon as he emerged, he felt hot and damp all over, as if he was in a steamer. When he looked closely, he found that he was actually in water. The warm feeling was like a hot spring under the warm spring sun, but it made him feel uncomfortable all over, as if he was a dragon trapped in shallow water.

He quickly stirred up his anger, and flames rose around his body, as if he was wearing a layer of flaming armor, isolating the water flow outside. When the water vapor met the fire, it instantly evaporated into wisps of white mist, lingering and drifting away.

At this moment, the place where he was seemed like a mysterious fairyland, filled with mist. In the dim light, he could see jagged rocks all around, like ferocious beasts lurking, or like an immortal pointing the way, looming in the swirling water vapor, revealing a bit of mystery.

Under his feet, hot spring water gurgled like the pulse of the earth, emitting a warm breath, but it made Jiang Shi Nian feel alert, as if there was a deadly crisis hidden beneath this calm appearance.

When his vision cleared, Jiang Shi Nian looked around and saw that the place was filled with mist, like a fairyland on earth, yet it was a bit weird.

Not far away, the shower heads were arranged in an orderly manner, and the metallic luster flickered in the water vapor like cold stars.

Further away, a huge pool comes into view. It looks like an artificial hot spring, but it is more regular and deliberate than ordinary hot springs.

The pattern made of exquisite tiles on the edge of the pool is slightly mottled due to the erosion of water vapor, like a kiss left by time, telling the story of past prosperity and present mystery.

Just as he was wondering, he heard several sharp screams, as if a sharp blade cut through the void, which startled Jiang Shi Nian and made him alert instantly. The huge dragon head looked around, scarlet eyes flashing, and fire gushed out, instantly burning the surrounding water mist. The air was like dried cloth, hot and unbearable.

His vision suddenly became clear, but the scene in front of him made him dumbfounded. All around him were panicked women, with terrified faces and no clothes on, curled up and trembling like frightened white doves.

Their hair was wet and stuck to their cheeks, with water droplets sliding down their necks like strings of pearls, sparkling with crystal luster in the panic.

Some women covered their faces with their hands, and the frightened looks leaking out between their fingers were like cold stars in a deep ancient well.

Some huddled in the corners, their bodies pressed tightly against the walls, as if they wanted to merge into this cold building and seek a little shelter.

Jiang Shi Nian suddenly felt embarrassed, as if he was a reckless man who had accidentally entered a forbidden area. He cursed inwardly why the black shadow chose such a place to linger. His figure flashed and he disappeared into the ghost kingdom again, as if he had never appeared.

I grumbled to myself that this place was boring. Although there were many rabbits, they were all "little white rabbits" and nothing interesting to eat. So I continued to move around in the darkness, looking for the next place to live.

Chapter 112 Preparing to Collect the Zodiac

In the seemingly endless void, Jiang Shi Nian was like a touch of thick ink, crossing the vast territory of unknown miles at an extraordinary speed like lightning.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the interweaving of darkness and light, like a ghost shuttling between the worlds of yin and yang. Every movement was accompanied by a slight tremor in space, as if he was wrestling with this vast world.

With powerful strength, he tore apart invisible barriers one after another, just to rush towards the predetermined direction.

The mysterious aura surrounding it is like materialized black silk, thread by thread.

As he moved forward, it fluttered freely, a unique mark from the Ghost Kingdom, highlighting his respected status as one of the eight great demons.

Just like a navigation thread, it led him to follow the obscure coordinates emitted by the black shadow ninja, and he moved forward at a high speed towards the mysterious island hidden deep in the blue waves.

Time, under his rapid speed, seems to have lost its past slow pace, like fine sand flowing quickly through fingers, without leaving too many traces of procrastination.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Shinian, wrapped in shadows, stood quietly at the border of darkness and reality, like a demon god awakened from ancient times, looking up at the narrow passage connecting the ghost kingdom and the dazzling world outside.

His gaze, like a sharp arrow that pierced through the thousand-year fog, looked straight at the scene at the other end of the passage. It was a dreamlike jungle island that seemed to be carefully carved by gods, like a paradise outside the earth, isolated and independent.

On the island, the stars are like tiny diamonds inlaid in the night sky, densely packed and shining against each other. The silver light they cast is like lively silk threads, gently interweaving with the sparkling waves, weaving a dreamlike picture of light and shadow.

The waves are like the never-ending pulse of the earth, one after another, gently beating against the winding beach. The beach is like golden brocade generously spread by the earth, delicate and soft.

Under the dual reflection of moonlight and starlight, it sparkles with charming luster, tempting every passing soul to stop.

In this picturesque scene, a group of crickets as red as burning charcoal are like lively and jumping notes.

They happily shuttled through the carpet-like green grass, playing a leisurely nocturne full of wild vitality.

The moonlight is like a gentle and graceful fairy. She stretches out her delicate jade hands and gently strokes every blade of grass and tree on the island with endless pampering and compassion, giving everything a layer of quiet and peaceful silver gauze.

The night is as clear as a mirror that has been washed repeatedly.

The breeze is like a playful and cute elf, carrying the rich and intoxicating fragrance of flowers, slowly blowing over every inch of land, causing the white and yellow wild flowers to bloom.

It's like a group of shy girls swaying and dancing in the wind.

Just like colorful patterns carefully embroidered on green silk, dots dot this vibrant green.

This place carries many thrilling memories of the past. It was the old battlefield where they had fought fiercely for the mysterious monkey talisman, filled with smoke. It was also the place where his fate and that of the mysterious black stone, which represented the incarnation of black energy, were intertwined and they met too late.

Recalling the glorious past years, Black Stone seemed like a prophet who could see through the mysteries of heaven, and he gave him serious and solemn instructions with a dignified look.

After being reborn, he must rush here as quickly as possible to take away the Yingquan and the Twelve Golden Palaces that contain endless mysterious power. That tone and that expression seemed to entrust the heavy responsibility of changing fate and shifting the world to his shoulders.

Therefore, after Jiang Shi Nian narrowly escaped from the Black Hand Building, which was full of dangers and undercurrents, he has been working non-stop like a phoenix with its tail feathers lit.

He rushed forward along the predetermined trajectory at an almost crazy speed, without any slackness or rest. His mind was filled with the heavy mission, as if there was a blazing fire in his heart, driving him forward desperately.

"Oh, I'm so hard-working and diligent."

Jiang Shi Nian's voice, like a huge bell, spread slowly in the night that was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stood still, carrying with it a bit of self-mockery, a bit of emotion, and a bit of helpless sighs about his own destiny.

This voice, like an invisible ripple, attracted the red light in the eyes of the shadow ninja beside him, whose figure was hidden in the darkness like a ghost in the dark night, suddenly flashing, just like two candles suddenly lit in the dark night, revealing a hint of tension and guilt.

At this moment, its heart felt as if a bottle of five flavors had been overturned, with all kinds of mixed feelings.

Previously, just because it served as the coordinate, it accidentally led its owner into the embarrassing and awkward women's bathhouse, which was not its intention.

At that time, it was hoping to find a safe and peaceful place where its owner could take a rest and calmly watch how the situation changed. However, it did not expect that fate would play such a trick on it.

Such good intentions have led to bad results and have deviated from the intended direction. Now I can only hope that everything will go smoothly and that I can make up for the mistakes I made before and allow the master's grand plan to be carried out smoothly.

Jiang Shi Nian is like a statue of a wise man lost in thought, staring at the narrow passage leading to the real world.

That gaze was as if looking at a mysterious door leading to an unknown destiny, deep and distant.

After pondering for a long time, it was as if a stone was thrown into the lake of my heart, causing ripples to appear, and I began to recite the hidden, obscure, and little-known magical power contained in the snake talisman.

In an instant, the whole body seemed to be gently covered by a layer of transparent, flawless, and cicada-wing-like gauze. The originally majestic and domineering dragon body was like ice and snow meeting the warm sun, slowly disappearing into the invisible, just like a ghost blending into the deep night.

From now on, even if it travels through this bustling world, it is not afraid of the sharp, eagle-like, and always vigilant "eyes" of human satellites. It can cleverly avoid many variables that arise for no reason and stay away from those unexpected disturbances, as if it has put on a layer of invisible armor for itself, and sneaks quietly in this world full of dangers.