Some people are born in Rome, while others have always been slaves. Lu Ke originally thought that he was the latter, and at most he could get a small boss by taking advantage of the times, but he didn't expect that he would become the former after sleeping. You look so embarrassed, he hasn't even started to struggle yet! Feeling the power constantly surging in his body, Lu Ke felt an unexpected ecstasy in his heart. He didn't expect that his brothers had already done their best for him before he started to work hard. What is this called? It's better to ask for help from yourself than to ask others! Lu Ke opened his eyes, wondering if he should embrace women on both sides, live a life of luxury, eat a bowl of beef noodles, let the red flags fill the land, and then cram for the management manual for ruling the world. Then he saw himself in a white world, the sky and the earth seemed to be the same color, the vision was difficult to distinguish, and there was a group of people surrounding him. Eight people, eight pairs of eyes, eight serious faces. They wore simple clothes with strong colors, like silk and brocade, and the style and style gave Lu Ke a sense of déjà vu. There are old men with crutches, young men holding swords, and young men carrying baskets...
Each of them has distinct characteristics. They are eight immortal gods based on the Eight Immortals. Good guy, eight of them are coming to block him! Luke's face stiffened for a moment. He had just gained power and didn't even have time to master it. Moreover, the strength of this world might not be very strong, but it still has the ability to defy the world of Zigong. Balance of Yin and Yang! In a world of unreasonable Zigong, "Jackie Chan Adventures" is logically coherent and will not be mindless. The setting of Yin and Yang balance runs through the whole process. Luke can feel that because of his golden finger, the energy level of the world has jumped a bit, and he has been suppressed to a certain extent, so that he can be the strongest but not invincible. This world can have very powerful and terrifying existences, but there must be the possibility of defeating them. Luke is confident that he can force one or even several immortal gods, but eight of them at once is a bit... He touched his little head, showing an innocent smile that matches his appearance, and his childish voice is well-behaved. "You've gone the wrong way. I won't bother you anymore." "You didn't go the wrong way. This is the space where the gods are." The only woman among the eight people held a lotus in her hand and said gently. Her attitude made Lu Ke understand that the people in front of him had no ill intentions. The middle-aged man with a firm face holding a cymbal nodded to Lu Ke, "It's been a long time since we've had new people here. Welcome to your new member." The immortal god who lived in Tieguai sighed, "Unfortunately, you've come to a very boring place. There's no wine, sex, money, or anger, and there's no greed, anger, or stupidity." The young man with a peach-like face, red lips, and white teeth, as soft as a woman, smiled slightly, "But after staying here for a long time, I don't think there's anything bad about it." If you say so, I really can't stay in this place. "Goodbye!" Luke's figure flickered, and he just disappeared and reappeared more than ten meters away. He frowned and closed his eyes to perceive that the space here was extremely solid, as if a ball of glue was sticking people. Solid, too solid! Rather than saying that this is the residence of the gods, it is more like the prison of the gods.
Compared with the hell where the eight demons are imprisoned, this place is essentially the same except that the environment is better and it will not wear out the strength and wisdom. The power of the whole world is gathered here to block it. It is extremely difficult to break out. It is not impossible, but it takes a very long time. Lu Ke's little face suddenly turned black. He was happy that he had opened the golden finger, but he didn't expect that the golden finger was opened too wide and sent him directly to the sky. The man who was fanning with a fan smiled and shook his head, "This is a space specially used to carry us. You can't escape." The man holding the sword comforted him: "Wait for the call of the white gas. When the world is in danger, we may still go out to let off some steam." "But most of the time, we just send out some power." After all, the balance of yin and yang makes it difficult for the evil power to suddenly surge to the point where it can destroy the world and make them appear. Lu Ke's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and finally looked at the eight immortal gods in front of him, thinking for a moment and slowly speaking. "I want to ask you to do me a favor." The immortal gods shook their heads, "Don't even think about it. Even if we work together to open the passage, we can only send a little bit of power." "A little bit of power is enough." ... In the top floor suite of the commercial building. The mafia leader Valon looked at the trio who came back dejectedly, and his tone was unfriendly. "You actually said that one person defeated all of you." The trio looked at each other, and Afen spoke under the gaze of his two companions. "Uh... yes, but..." "My three men are carrying the most advanced weapons, but they can't beat a mere archaeologist?" Afen was powerless to defend himself: "He still has two wipers in his hands." Wipers, why don't you say that he beat you with two salted fish? Valon almost laughed out of anger. He was about to get angry, and a hovering dragon sculpture behind him suddenly made a low sound. "I feel a powerful magic coming into the world, Valon." It's incredible that the sculpture can speak, but it makes sense if its real body is the Holy Lord, one of the eight ancient demons. Valon: "Do you mean that we should change our target?" The Holy Lord's eyes flashed red, and his tone was a little greedy. "No, the talisman is my foundation. If I want to regain my freedom, I can't do without it. Let's continue looking for it. I need to spend some time searching for the whereabouts of the magic power..." "You mean, after you confirm the magic power, we still have to help find it, right? This is different from what we agreed." Walon heard the hidden meaning in the words of the Holy Lord and was a little dissatisfied. They agreed to find the talisman, but now they suddenly add more work.
Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you are the first party. They also have dignity. "The treasure of the Golden Rooster King is worth your efforts. There are rare treasures that everyone desires to get. Endless wealth is in front of you. Whether you can grab it depends on your performance." The ninja of the Black Shadow Corps walked out of the shadows, holding a box full of gold, silver and jewelry in his hand, and the dazzling light blinded Valon's eyes. Every time he wanted to give up, the Holy Lord would take out a little treasure to confuse him, and every time he tested his will, he failed. Making money, it's not shabby! "Yes, Lord." Walon lowered his head and bowed slightly. If you have money, you are the boss. For money, he, Walon, is willing to put down his self-esteem! ... Chinatown, Dad's antique shop. Dad is concentrating on studying a shield that his nephew Jackie Chan brought back from the ancient ruins. The shield is not important. What is important is that it is inlaid with a talisman with a chicken pattern on the surface. These talismans carry magical power, and Dad needs to refer to the dictionary to interpret them. Suddenly, Dad, who was deciphering the mystery of the talisman, shuddered. As the apprentice of the great wizard and a master of qi magic, his perception of qi is far better than that of ordinary people. Just now, he felt that the black and white qi were disordered at the same time, as if the balance was broken. Although the balance was restored quickly, it still made him feel uneasy. He put the shield away, paced back and forth, and sat back in the chair for a long time. "I have a bad feeling." "Your premonition is still very accurate, old man." A huge shadow covered the old man's body. The 480-pound strong man narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to him, speaking in a hoarse voice. "Give me the shield." "Ah~"