Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

Ah Fu kicked Jackie Chan on the back, and the powerful force exploded instantly like a volcanic eruption.

Jackie Chan's figure was like a lonely boat that lost its direction in the strong wind and huge waves, and was blown forward.

He couldn't help but utter a series of exclamations: "Ah! Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!"

The voice was full of helplessness and regret, as if complaining about the tricks of fate.

Jackie Chan steadied his body in the panic in the air, and his legs were like nimble snakes, somersaulting alternately on the wall.

Each of his movements was full of skill and thrill, as if he had transcended the constraints of gravity, running along the wall as if walking on flat ground, rushing towards the other corner.

It looked as if a peerless master was performing extraordinary lightness skills, which was breathtaking.

"bang"

Jackie Chan stomped the wall hard, using the momentum to sprint to the other side. He landed lightly on the ground with one leap, quietly went around the corner, and disappeared from Ah Fu's sight in a moment.

His figure seemed to blend into the darkness, becoming a ghost in this ancient building.

"Stop running!"

Ah Fu persevered and walked as fast as lightning, reaching the fork in the road in just a few steps.

His eyes were full of determination and persistence, like a cheetah that had locked onto its prey and would never give up easily.

"Um?!"

However, when he arrived here, he found that the long corridor in front of him was empty, as if the pursuit just now was just an illusory dream.

The silent corridor exuded a mysterious atmosphere, as if mocking Ah Fu's fruitless efforts.

"Jackie Chan?"

Chapter 157 The Strange Magician

Ah Fu looked around, certain in his heart that he had clearly seen Jackie Chan running towards him with his own eyes, so how could he disappear in an instant?

His heart was filled with doubts and unwillingness, as if a burning flame was burning in his heart.

He stepped lightly and ran forward, looking for Jackie Chan.

Every step was filled with a hint of anxiety and uneasiness, as if searching for a lost treasure.

"what--"

Inside the complex mechanical tunnel of this ancient building, Jackie Chan kept shouting "bad luck" and fell in a spiral downwards like a meteor falling to the earth.

His figure looked particularly small and helpless in the dark tunnel, like an orphan abandoned by the world.

An extremely hidden and spacious secret room, this is the secret underground space of this ancient building forgotten by the world.

Except for those who know the secret of this building, no one else can possibly find the secret passage leading to this space!

This secret room is like a pearl deep in the earth, covered in dust by the years, exuding a mysterious and alluring atmosphere.

The person who was presiding over a mysterious ceremony in the underground space believed it firmly in his heart.

He stood in the center of the secret room, like a god who dominated the world, exuding an awe-inspiring aura.

Beside the person presiding over the ceremony, there were ten other people dressed in the same attire, all wearing blue hoods and white robes.

They first put their hands together and worshipped each other devoutly, as if they were praying for protection from the gods between heaven and earth.

Then the ceremony was about to begin. The whole secret room was filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere, as if a grand drama was about to be performed.

Just at this moment, above this space, a terrified figure appeared like a falling star from the sky, howling, and fell straight down, landing on a piece of silk above the eleven wizards.

However, the silk was too fragile to withstand the sudden powerful force. It only slightly slowed down Jackie Chan's momentum and caused him to continue falling.

The sound of silk tearing was like a desperate and tragic song in the silent room.

In a panic, Jackie Chan quickly reached out to grab the torn hole, and then struggled to tear out a long strip of cloth.

His movements were like those of a warrior struggling on the brink of life and death. With the help of the continuous resistance, he finally landed on the ground unscathed and rolled twice.

The moment he landed, I seemed to hear him heaving a sigh of relief.

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Jackie Chan lay prone on the ground, grabbing the silk and slowly standing up.

There was a trace of pain and fatigue on his face, as if he had experienced a life-and-death battle.

"what......"

However, when he raised his head, he was surprised to see dozens of mysterious people with their faces hidden in the shadows of hoods, staring at him silently.

Those pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness are like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, exuding a cold and mysterious aura.

"Uh......"

Jackie Chan looked around, the atmosphere around him was like stagnant glue, making him feel as if he had just escaped from the tiger's mouth and entered a wolf's den.

His heart was filled with anxiety and vigilance, like a wild beast trapped in a trap, ready to resist and break out at any time.

Judging from their appearance, we know that these people are not good people, and they may be planning some secret and unpredictable actions at this moment.

Their figures were like ghosts shrouded in darkness, exuding an evil and dangerous aura.

However, it is not appropriate for him to easily fall out with these people at this moment. The most urgent thing is to pretend to be weak first.

It was as if there was an abacus clacking in his mind, weighing the pros and cons.

"Haha, how are you all, sorry to bother you all, I just..."

Jackie Chan stroked his forehead gently, and then gently threw away the torn silk decoration in his hand.

His movements were gentle and natural, as if he was showing his harmlessness and humility to these mysterious people.

"I just wanted to ask for directions."

Jackie Chan raised the corners of his mouth in a polite and humble smile.

That smile was like the sunshine in spring, trying to dispel the haze and coldness around.

"You know a lot."

Suddenly, the mysterious man in the lead stretched out his big hand, like a sword of judgment, pointed it at Jackie Chan and scolded him.

His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the secret room, carrying with it an unquestionable sense of majesty and oppression.

"Then you must be obsessed with it!"

"Ah?... No, no, I really know nothing about what you are talking about..."

"Om-"

In the mysterious place, a group of magicians in white clothes and blue hats are like shadows in the dark night, their figures hidden in the deep shadows.

The blue hoods were like a touch of faint blue in the depths of the night, completely covering their faces, leaving only the tips of their noses visible and invisible in the gaps between light and shadow, like stars in the dark night, flickering with a mysterious aura.

They put their hands together in front of their abdomen with their palms facing each other, as if they were receiving some invisible blessing from heaven and earth. The aura flowed around their bodies, and there was a faint sense of magical energy gathering, like a trickle, gradually becoming a river, lake or sea.

At this moment, a ball of energy light was suspended in the air, with blazing lightning wrapped around it, like a dancing snake, making a crackling sound.

Within the ball of light, magical energy surged like a nebula vortex, endlessly absorbing and fusing mysterious forces.

The eleven magicians were muttering to themselves, and the sound of their magic spells sounded like mysterious songs from ancient times, ethereal and profound. Each note seemed to contain endless magic power, echoing softly and gracefully in this quiet space, with lingering sound.

They worked together, like stars surrounding the moon, and injected their own magic power into the ball of light. For a moment, the light was so bright that the whole space was illuminated by the dark blue light, like a dream.

The leader, like the core hub of the magic circle, was the first to complete the complicated and lengthy spell.

I saw him gently raising his hands with elegant and slow movements, as if he was conducting a silent symphony.

In an instant, the blue ball of light seemed to be endowed with life. It shot through the air like an arrow, and with a whistling sound, it went straight towards Jackie Chan.

Above its trajectory, the air seemed to be ignited, leaving a faint blue light trail, like a meteor across the night sky.

"Oh, bad luck!"

Jackie Chan's eyes are sharp and his reactions are swift, just like the agility and courage of a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

He suddenly lowered his head and squatted down, like a strong grass in the wind, flexible yet tough.

The fierce magic bombardment whizzed past his head, bringing up a gust of strong wind and ruffling his hair.

However, the crisis was not resolved, and the other ten magicians followed suit and launched the attack at the same time.

Magic energy balls fell like raindrops, with crisscrossing rays of light, enveloping Jackie Chan.

"Ah! Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!"

Jackie Chan's figure flashed like a nimble dancer, dancing gracefully in this magical hail of bullets.

Chapter 158 He is trying to learn our secrets!

Sometimes he dodged sideways, his body like a thin board, brushing past the attacks; sometimes he jumped high, like a swallow in the clouds, avoiding the energy balls that followed one after another.

Every movement is smooth and natural, yet full of thrills and excitement, as if playing a dodgeball game dancing with death.

And he is the dancer who dominates his own destiny. With his excellent skills and keen intuition about danger, he dodges the deadly attacks one by one.

His eyes were filled with helplessness and anxiety, just like a fly trapped in a spider web. Although it struggled hard, it was still entangled by the thread of fate.

"Why am I so unlucky today!"

When Jackie Chan fell to this point, he seemed to have a pair of eagle eyes that could see ahead and instantly caught the existence of the small door next to him.

That door was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving him a glimmer of hope.

At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by a cheetah. The muscles in his legs were tense, bursting out with amazing strength, and he ran towards the door at a high speed.

It was moving so fast that it raised a light cloud of dust, like a whirlwind, sweeping across the ground.

"He's speaking in a sarcastic way, trying to deceive us! Blast him!"

The leading magician had a sharp gaze that saw through everything. He suddenly stretched out his slender fingers, which were like a sword of judgment, pointing directly at Jackie Chan.

In an instant, several energy balls emerged, like a surging tide, rushing and roaring, rushing towards Jackie Chan.

They cut through the air with sharp whistling sounds, like the roar of a devil, which was terrifying.

"boom!"