Zongman: This Holy Lord just wants friendly communication

"boom!"

"boom!"

Behind Jackie Chan, there were bursts of violent shaking sounds as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart.

The magical energy hit the stone wall, rubble flew everywhere, like fireworks, but full of the breath of destruction.

Under this powerful bombardment, the stone wall collapsed instantly, turning into huge pieces of rubble that fell like meteorites, scattered all over the ground, and raised a cloud of choking dust.

The place filled with dust and smoke looked like the end of the world, chaotic and confusing.

"What bad luck!"

Jackie Chan is extremely thrilling, yet still witty.

With a scraper, he moved as nimbly as a mouse and quickly slipped under a magician's robe like a flash of black lightning.

At that moment, he seemed to merge with the darkness, and with the help of his robe, he avoided some of the attacks.

Then, he stood up like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, and rushed into the small door like a black gust of wind. His figure disappeared behind the door in an instant, leaving behind only silence and the dust that had not yet dissipated.

"This move is called Crow Under Skirt!"

Stepping through this door is like stepping into another time and space.

The unique style of the ancient buildings hits you in the face, and the passage is dimly lit, like a deep tunnel swallowed by a dark monster.

On the walls, traces of time are mottled, as if telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

On both sides of the road, there were burning torches at regular intervals.

The jumping flames seemed to be trying to dispel the darkness, but at the same time they cast strange and distorted shadows on the wall, like the figure of a demon with bared fangs and claws.

Behind him, eleven mysterious men followed closely, walking hurriedly, like a group of hungry wolves smelling their prey.

The leading magician suddenly pointed his finger and shouted:

"He is trying to learn the secrets of our castle!"

Jackie Chan was terrified and fled in panic, like a lone deer lost in a dark forest.

When he came to a corner, a tall and heavy door suddenly appeared before his eyes.

The gate, like the mouth of a giant beast, exudes majesty and mystery.

"Ah! What a timely house..."

Without thinking, he pushed the door open with both hands and rushed in like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw.

I turned around and tried to lock the door, but was shocked to find that the room seemed to be transparent.

Because this door was not locked at all. It’s not that it was not locked, it’s that there was no lock at all!

This unexpected discovery was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the fire of hope that had just ignited in his heart.

Hearing the complex and dense footsteps and shouts outside the door, he hurriedly had to use his body to hold the door, trying to stop the pursuit of those mysterious men by himself.

He pressed his back against the door and pushed his feet against the ground, his muscles tensed and sweat oozed from his forehead, slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

"bang"

However, those magicians were numerous and powerful, and when they worked together, their powerful force was like a surging wave and directly pushed open the door.

Jackie Chan was hit hard by this force, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground.

His body hit the ground with a dull sound, as if the earth was shaking.

"He has discovered the secret library! It holds many of our secrets!"

The leading magician pointed again and shouted at Jackie Chan, his voice full of anger and vigilance.

Wherever the finger pointed, it was like a ray of light of judgment, freezing Jackie Chan in place.

"Huh? Library? What library?"

Jackie Chan had a bewildered look on his face, his eyes full of confusion, as if he was in a fog, and had no idea what the other party was saying.

There was a mixture of innocence and confusion in his eyes, just like a child who had accidentally entered a mysterious place and was at a loss.

"Don't damage our collection of books!"

The mysterious man in the lead shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the room like a huge bell, making people's eardrums buzz.

This shout was like a decree from God, full of majesty and unquestionable.

"Ah? I didn't mean to damage your collection of books!"

"He despises our magic book and uses magic that only affects creatures of flesh and blood. Catch him!"

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

Several balls of light suddenly appeared out of thin air. They seemed like elves from the void, emitting a mysterious light all around them.

These magical energies blasted out and fell to the ground, but miraculously did not cause any impact or damage to the ground or bookshelves, as if they were guided by an invisible force, accurately avoiding inanimate objects.

They only left traces of faint light on the ground, like the footprints of elves, disappearing in a flash.

However, Jackie Chan did not dare to make even the slightest attempt. He dodged the attacks of the light balls one after another and ran away in a hurry like a frightened bird.

His steps were staggering and hurried, as if he was racing against death, and every step was full of thrills and unknowns.

"I don't look down on your magic book!!!"

While running, Jackie Chan was still shouting in grievance, with a hint of helplessness and resentment in his voice.

The shout echoed in the empty passage, but no one responded, only the sound of pursuing footsteps getting closer.

Passing through another gate, he once again blocked the entrance with his body, trying to hold it off for a moment.

His body was pressed tightly against the door, his hands supporting the door frames on both sides, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, like a soldier guarding the last line of defense.

Chapter 159 You are Jackie Chan’s helpers!

"Oh!"

Sure enough, after scoring twice, the magicians pushed open the door with a bang.

The powerful impact was like a violent storm, which pushed Jackie Chan back.

His body rolled on the ground several times before he could barely stabilize himself. His clothes were tattered and he looked in a miserable state.

"He has discovered the hidden armory, which contains a large number of weapons we have stored!"

The two sides confronted each other, and the leading magician pointed his finger at Jackie Chan again, his eyes full of hostility and suspicion.

That look was like a cold blade, ready to dissect Jackie Chan.

"No, no, I don't want to understand, I just want to leave here!"

Jackie Chan shook his head repeatedly, and his entire body, from the soles of his feet to his hair, exuded a strong sense of resistance, as if to show his innocence and helplessness to the other party.

He shook his head with great amplitude, as if he was trying hard to break free from some invisible shackles.

"He wants to take our secret away from here and reveal it to the world. We can't let him do that!"

The mysterious man in the lead suddenly pointed at Jackie Chan and shouted, his voice becoming a little hoarse with anger.

This shout was like angry thunder, exploding in the air.

"not like this!"

Jackie Chan's denial was of no avail. Seeing that the men were still chasing him, he quickly ran out along a narrow path.

The path was like a winding snake path, narrow and deep. His figure quickly shuttled through the path, like a blurry shadow, fleeting.

The leading magician chased here, stretched out his hand again, and shouted loudly: "He has entered the private bathroom! That is a private bathroom! This man is completely crazy, catch him!"

The magician shouted, that was his private bathroom, and the name was clearly marked on it!

That bathroom was like his private territory, inviolable.

"boom!"

Continuous magic surged like a raging fountain, gushing towards Jackie Chan.

The light flickered, illuminating the entire dim passage, as if day had fallen, but it was filled with a dangerous atmosphere.

Just as he opened the door, he suddenly ran into a burly man with red hair.

"So you are here, Jackie Chan, hand over the bracelet!"

Ah Fu shouted suddenly, and then pounced towards Jackie Chan like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, with swift and fierce movements.

His body was like an arrow shot from a bow, with a powerful impact, trying to subdue Jackie Chan.

"Tough luck!"

With a wolf in front and a tiger behind, Jackie Chan suddenly opened the door and then nimbly hid aside, cleverly avoiding the attack.

The magicians behind him were chasing after him, and the leading magician pointed suddenly.

"He has found accomplices who are going to reveal our secrets! Catch them!"

Then, countless balls of light carrying blazing energy shot towards the two of them like a rainstorm, the light was so dazzling that it was impossible to open their eyes.

That ball of light looked like a burning star, carrying the power of destruction.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Jackie Chan took advantage of Ah Fu's help in blocking part of the light ball and narrowly avoided the attack shot at him. He then hurriedly ran out the door, his steps hurried and hurried.

His figure shuttled between light and shadow, as if looking for the dawn of survival.

"Ah! What is this? Are you Jackie Chan's helpers?! Damn Jackie Chan!"

Ah Fu was hit by a ball of light that was flashing green light and surrounded and intertwined with blue lightning. A scar was suddenly scratched on him and some blood slowly flowed down.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly ran out the door and closed it, trying to stop the pursuers for a moment.

His movements were a little awkward, yet decisive.

"Jackie Chan! What's going on?!"