The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 224 Appearing, After the End 2

"It turns out to be a home of warlocks...Mr. Michael, right? You guys, a bunch of wizards, don't study blood magic well. When did you switch to practicing swordsmanship? Could it be that you want to learn from my Xuanmen disciples and walk out of the East and West?" A new path for a sword master?"

At this moment, Zhu Mingyao had already recognized the appearance of the enemy. He was one of the two people sent by the Warlock's House to participate in the exploration of the secret realm.

Although it was unclear why this guy hid his strength and planned to attack his group, but since the other party started talking to him, he was happy to chat with him, delaying it for a while and letting his companions run farther away.

"It's true that the Selis people are always arrogant towards their own civilization, but your strength attribute is indeed as clear as a mountain spring, and it tastes very comfortable..."

"The rules of the secret realm prohibit the entry of beings above the knight level. How did you get in?" Deliberately ignoring the cruel malice in the other party's words, Zhu Mingyao turned his eyes and changed the topic.

"Haha, I'm still a knight. It's very simple. Since the level of power is limited, let's think of something to do with the value of power. The magic power I currently contain is about twenty times that of you, or thirty times. Times? So don’t be delusional...eh?"

The young wizard's pupils suddenly darkened slightly, as if he had remembered something, and he hummed suddenly.

"It turns out it's you...your strength has grown very fast. You must be an elite seed that has been specially cultivated by the organization..."

Hearing this nonsense, Zhu Mingyao's heart moved and he said in a tactful way: "Have we met before?"

Michael smiled at the corner of his mouth and looked deeply, "What do you think? We can talk slowly, with your companions, in my belly..."

Zhu Mingyao raised his head alertly, and the mist python that the enemy had just sheltered flew close to the tree crown, seeming to float slowly and quickly in the direction where everyone was escaping. Among them were tigers, leopards, jackals, eagles, dogs, snakes and lizards, and hundreds of animal ghosts. Faintly appearing, at the same time, only a black light was seen floating, and the black sword brought up a trail of afterimages, and started to kill again viciously.

"Want to eat us? You have such a good appetite, I'll give you some fireworks to try!"

Zhu Mingyao cursed and kicked vigorously, and the green bamboo under his feet suddenly broke from the bamboo joints and turned into dozens of bamboo tubes with flashing vermilion symbols. He smashed them towards the enemy head-on, causing a heat wave to erupt. golden red fireworks.

He stood for a long time, chatting with the enemy not in vain. He had secretly cast a spell a long time ago. At this moment, he used the wood to light a fire. Under the influence of the Five Zang Gods on the Five Elements Taoism in the interior scene, the pure Yang flames burned out the evil and filthy. The magic power spread out the magic fire net and burned it, immediately igniting dry branches and dead leaves all over the place, and the smoke filled the air in an instant.

With the help of the kick, he retreated, swung out the electric silver light to block the sword, and raised his peach staff to stab the sky.

"Wandering ghosts from the past listen to the truth. I went to Taishan Mansion to pay homage to the emperor, and I was told by ghosts. Hu Yunu took the ominous photos, ascended to the sky, left a contract, wore a seal, Liu Ding Liu Jia, the divine master punished me, and did not avoid it. You are a powerful man, if anyone disobeys Kui Gang, you will be killed as quickly as the law dictates!"

The power of the spell turned into large transparent ripples, like invisible river dams, lying in front of the mist python composed of ghosts. When both sides touched, they were annihilated at the same time, and the remaining phosphorescence scattered like gray snowflakes.

With Zhu Mingyao's current state, he could use all his strength to cast the [Ghost-forbidden Curse] that specifically targets ghosts and ghosts, which is enough to kill dozens of ghost-level ghosts with one blow.

Although there are many animal ghosts that make up the mist, they are relatively weak in terms of strength. Not to mention the evil spirits and evil spirits on top, the strongest ones are just ghosts, and most of them are even the lowest wandering spirits. Not really, just some broken souls. If he had enough time, he could clear out the seemingly overwhelming and powerful fog of ghosts by himself.

It's a pity that he doesn't have that much leisure...    Amidst the black smoke and flames, a figure walked out slowly. The jumping golden and red flames formed a net of real fire, hanging tenaciously on his body, stretching longer and longer like a rubber band. He tried to carry out his mission of slaying evil and evil, but in the end it was unsustainable, and sparks scattered with a pop.

Feeling that the remaining prey was running further and further away, Michael was too lazy to tangle with the Asian boy in front of him. Michael inserted the staff into the ground, moved his palms up and down half a foot apart from each other, and suddenly brought them together in the middle. The phosphorescence circled and gathered, revealing a pair of giant claws with dozens of meters in diameter entwined with magic patterns. The ten fingers with thick beams sprouted ferocious bone spurs. They pulled up and down to seal all evasive spaces, and Zhu Mingyao was fighting with the black sword. Lock it in the palm of your hand and squeeze it hard!

"Huh?" The palms were successfully closed, and the touch was not the softness of human flesh, but a lump of extremely hard titanium alloy!

Immediately after Peiran surged forward with great force, the giant evil claw shattered, a dark golden figure rushed out, swung his arms, and an ax the size of the Eight Immortals Table split the air, with a shrill sound of wind, and struck down at the astonished Michael!

In less than a second, the old hen turned into a duck, and the Yaksha ghost general wielding an exaggerated weapon seized the opponent's slight delay, bullied him and struck a fatal blow!

"Kukulkan's divine power?"

Looking at the indigo thunder light wandering on the rough ax blade, the young wizard's eyes became slightly solemn, and the faint light on his body floated, and he had to use a space to teleport to avoid it.

At this moment, his feet suddenly sank, and the originally soft ground seemed to suddenly become ten times softer, becoming as sticky as a swamp, and a strong gravity pulled him downwards!

The process of casting the spell was slightly disrupted. In such a short time, the giant ax was already approaching his head, and electric light splashed out from the blade, eager to bite!

Bones and flesh were separated, waves of blood were splashed, and scales were flying. A huge snake head was split straightly from top to bottom and split into two halves!

At the critical moment, the mount Li Daitao was summoned. Michael's face was as dark as water, and he lifted his cane on the ground. A ball of mud flew up, squirmed and expanded rapidly, splitting into dozens of dark whirlwinds covered with fine mud powder, and headed towards the dark golden figure. Sweep away.

The figure retreated sharply and moved as nimbly as an ape, but it could not escape the whirlwind's intelligent interception from front to back, left and right. Within a few breaths, it was entangled and captured by the black wind, and the soil enveloped it. In an instant, it became gray and hardened, turning it into a stone statue. .

However, this confinement only lasted for a few breaths, and the stone statue's body trembled slightly, opening up countless spider web-like cracks, exuding traces of red and yellow evil energy, and it was about to break free at the sight of it.

Before it could completely escape from the trap, a huge scimitar with a length of three to four meters and a sparkling black color appeared out of nowhere, spitting out sharp cold light, and with lightning speed, chopped it from head to crotch, just like before. The scene reappears!

Success comes from the same way, but there is no joy on the young wizard's face, simply because there is nothing else under the thick stone shell, only a small piece of yellow paper that was split from it. Burn quietly.

Looking up, the jungle was silent and empty. Not to mention the birds, beasts and insects, even the ghostly gray mist was gone. He was the only one left in this area at some point.

He raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the slightly dimmed sun. The reserved smile at the corner of his mouth faded little by little, turning into a cold feeling.

Lifting up the staff inlaid with a black crystal ball and swiping it, the surrounding scenery suddenly trembled and became as dim and deformed as a wrinkled old photo. Gaps appeared as if the space was torn apart, and a gurgling gray mist of death appeared. Carrying countless ghosts poured in...

In the seemingly calm open space, ripples rippled in the air, and a giant snake head with withered flesh poked out of the air, followed by an illusory mist snake head.

Michael stepped out of the void with his mount that had been resurrected through necromancy, and glanced at the paper hut beneath his feet that was gradually turning into ashes.

"What a cunning little guy, I'm a little bored..."

(End of this chapter)