Regardless of whether what Zhang Ziyu said was true or not, Sheriff Black was already urging Jackie Chan to rush to the auction house.
The noise caused by the Holy Lord this time was too great. The military had already mobilized its forces, but it was still difficult to take advantage.
Sheriff Black is someone who has come into contact with spells. He already has the answer in his mind. It must be magic to defeat magic.
The group of people went out. Sheriff Blake's agents had been waiting at the door for a long time. Three cars quickly rushed towards the location of the Holy Lord. On the road, police sirens and fire sirens were heard constantly, and panic could be seen everywhere.
of people.
"The book records that the Holy Lord's palace should not be here. Why do his minions appear?"
Dad was flipping through the book in distress, and the car made a sharp turn and almost caused him to throw the book out.
"Oh, drive slower, daddy's glasses are going to fall off!"
Zhang Ziyu stretched out his hand to support his father and said, "Old sir, don't be so nervous, it's just the Holy Master."
"Just the Holy Lord? That was the devil who once ruled Asia."
The father's voice was a little louder, but thinking that it was the powerful Zhang Ziyu, he lowered his tone: "By the way, why do you think the Holy Lord's palace appears here?"
"The palace is hidden in other spaces, so where to open the entrance is just a matter of using more magic at most. I don't believe that the center of his rule would be in Xiangjiang nine hundred years ago."
Zhang Ziyu's words convinced my father. Indeed, according to ancient records, the Holy Lord's ruling center should be in the central and northwest of Xia Kingdom. Later, it was hidden in Xiangjiang due to twists and turns.
"Boom"
The vehicle was driving rapidly, and suddenly a fireball the size of a human head hit them in the sky. The driver of the vehicle suddenly spun around and made a sharp turn to avoid the fireball.
The explosion made a small crater in the ground, and the aftermath shook the entire car. A dragon with wings in the sky was flying towards them.
"It seems there is no way to continue driving."
Zhang Ziyu opened the car door and walked out, followed closely by his father with a sullen look on his face. Jackie Chan and Blake's cars also stopped in front and behind him.
At this time, the sky was full of flying evil dragons with scarlet eyes and fire spitting from their mouths, destroying everywhere and chasing and killing people.
The army and police have already joined the battle here, but the number of troops mobilized urgently is not large, and a large number of bullets and rocket launchers are pouring towards the evil dragon.
It is difficult for bullets to penetrate the dragon's scales, and even a rocket launcher usually requires at least one or two rounds to kill a small or medium-sized dragon.
And there are more than tens of thousands of evil dragons that are the minions of the Holy Lord?
"Daddy, be careful!"
The evil dragon rushed towards Dad, very fast, and its bloody mouth was already open.
"Buzz"
Zhang Ziyu stopped the evil dragon in place with just a finger, unable to move.
Everyone was shocked, but he took a look at the evil dragon.
"Ugly, it's a bit ugly, but that's no wonder, it turns out to be a monster contaminated with dragon's blood."
The evil dragon is not a natural creature, but something cultivated by the Holy Master using his own blood and dark magic. No wonder it becomes his minion.
Contain
Zhang Ziyu directly contained the evil dragon, looked at the agent at the front and said, "Lead the way, let's go see the Holy Lord."
"Okay, okay sir."
Zhang Ziyu's skills calmed everyone, and after the agent signaled to Blake, he immediately led everyone towards the auction.
The evil dragon kept attacking, Zhang Ziyu took action directly, and the black and white ten-thousand-bone swords surrounded him, but the group was not greatly disturbed.
When they came to the frontal battlefield, Jackie Chan and the others gasped at the brutality of the battlefield.
The first batch of troops and police that entered the battle had been completely destroyed by the Dragon Corps. The tanks were shattered and armored vehicle fragments were scattered throughout the streets.
Most of the high-rise buildings collapsed, especially the high-rise building where the auction house was located. It had been pushed down from the bottom of the building, and a huge and simple palace rested on top of the building.
In the square deep in the palace, there is a huge orange-yellow crack of tens of meters, which is connected to the space where the Holy Lord keeps evil dragons. Countless evil dragons fly out of this crack like bats at night.
"Go, take over this world and help me bring everything."
The Holy Lord holds the scepter of death in his hand and stands on the high platform, exuding his aura.
After so many years, I finally stand in the real world again and enjoy the free air.
This time, no one can stop him!
He looked at the minions who were wreaking havoc, and he was making his own calculations in his mind: "The power of this scepter is really powerful, but I don't know if I can go to that place again. If I can go, maybe I can change more things, or...
..."
The Holy Lord had greedy thoughts more than once, but he also knew that the boss in that place was not weak.
With his strength alone, even if he returns to his prime, he may not be able to rob.
But if the power of seven demon brothers and sisters is added to devour the entire world, then it may be different.
"Holy Lord, Jackie Chan is here."
At this time, Wa Long and others discovered the figure of Jackie Chan and pointed out to the Lord the Jackie Chan behind the building.
"hello"
Jackie Chan waved his hand awkwardly, as if to say he meant no harm.
But the Holy Lord immediately waved his hand and said coldly: "Wa Long, kill him."
"Yes, Holy Lord."
Wa Long jumped up, and with Ah Fu, Ah Fen, Zhou and La Su beside him and a group of evil dragon soldiers, he quickly rushed towards Jackie Chan's location.
Neither the Holy Lord nor the Mafia had a good impression of Jackie Chan. If it weren't for Jackie Chan and his father, he might have collected the power of the spell a long time ago.
"It's over, why don't we leave first."
"Uncle Long, I can't leave anymore."
A childish voice sounded, and Jackie Chan rolled his eyes. He was immediately frightened and said, "Xiaoyu! Why are you here!"
Xiaoyu shrugged and said, "You know, I will always show up in time."
"That's it again."
Jackie Chan was helpless, but Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Ziyu and said: "Don't worry, Uncle Long, Brother Zhang will solve it, right Brother Zhang?"
Xiaoyu's ghost secretly hid in the trunk and followed him. Of course Zhang Ziyu knew.
However, he did not stop her. After all, this little girl is quite interesting.
"I will deal with the Holy Lord, but I will let you deal with the Evil Dragon Corps on your own."
Xiaoyu was stunned, but Zhang Ziyu threw two rings, one gold and one black, to Jackie Chan and her respectively, and said: "Put on the ring and summon the things inside."
"cool!"
Before Jackie Chan could react, Xiaoyu instinctively put the black ring on her hand. Sensing the effect of the ring, her eyes lit up: "Come out, Ninja Group."
Deep inside her body, power that even Xiaoyu herself didn't know slowly surged into the ring, and then hundreds of ninja soldiers rose from the shadows, standing in front of her with samurai swords in their hands.
She pointed her excited finger at the Dragon Corps: "Down with them!"
The shadow ninja rushed forward like a black crow and fought with those evil dragon monsters. Jackie Chan was dumbfounded and muttered: "If her mother knows, I will be finished."
As he spoke, he quickly put on the ring and kept saying, "Excuse me, come out and help."
The golden light of the Buddha's ring circulated, and then one by one, muscular bald heads appeared with the golden light. They clasped their hands together and bulged their biceps: "Amitabha."