The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 316 [The ultimate circus performance] 1
The clown who was wrestling with the golden light net suddenly trembled slightly, and a sudden chill came into his heart. The enemy's strange and subtle expression made him feel like a mouse being targeted by an owl, or a sardine targeted by a seagull. It was suspicious and almost thought it was cursed by some strange magic.

However, if the clown had rich experience in federal city life, he would probably have a more accurate description:
——It was clearly the appearance of simple black uncles stepping into the store, looking at the dazzling array of products on the shelves, and preparing to start a happy zero-dollar shopping.

It looked around and saw that the undead warrior was really powerful. In a short period of time, the two-headed python as thick as a bucket was disembowelled, and the four-armed brown bear like a mountain of meat was separated from its body. The mutated monsters collected with a lot of effort were almost All the casualties were exhausted, which was enough to destroy a small modern army of Warcraft, and it was not even able to delay the enemy's actions slightly.

The loss of these cannon fodder is nothing more than the loss of his capable officers, which makes it even more painful. Without them as the "backbone" of the circus to provide a source of spirituality, let alone a glimpse into a higher realm, even The guy under the "tent" may be unable to be suppressed!

"Roar!" The alloy circular saw that was allowed to fly around caused sparks to rub against the palm of his hand. He patted it down lightly with his big hand, tearing off one of the [Props Master's] arms to the elbow. Large and small screws and gears were mixed with engine oil. He dropped it, then swung it casually, like shooing away a fly, and blasted a gray-haired werewolf with muscles as strong as iron into a pulp.

"We can't continue to be entangled..." Looking at the fierce and majestic figure that was killing everyone, the clown's crystal-yellow eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He had already made a decision in an instant. Now was not the time to feel distressed. If he hesitated any longer, he would not even be able to feel good about himself. They all have to pay for it.

It opened its large mouth painted with scarlet paint and held the thumb of its right hand in its mouth. Its cheeks were bulging high, as if it was blowing hard. In the blink of an eye, the size of its body suddenly expanded more than ten times, and its eyes, ears, mouth, nose, facial features, hands and feet were flat. It collapsed, and the whole person turned into a big round rubber ball. It was 70% funny and 30% weird.

The "human rubber ball" expanded rapidly, and underneath its seemingly soft appearance, there was actually hidden evil. The magic-trapped golden net that sealed demons and ghosts was as tough as steel, but it was actually broken through in one fell swoop, helplessly scattering little auras of light.

"Let us die together!" The thoughts of resentment and resentment surged like waves, accurately conveying the clown's intentions to the minds of everyone on the battlefield.

Zhu Mingyao, who was holding his flying sword high and preparing to strike the opponent with a ruthless strike, suddenly flew backwards like lightning and pulled out a series of afterimages with a "whoosh" sound.

The feng shui of the Federation is not good, and the brothers in the monster world always like to go to extremes. They all seem to believe in the Peace Cult, and they often engage in self-destruction. Very few of them are willing to plead guilty and obey the law.

The clown's eyes reflected the rapidly retreating figure of the powerful enemy, with a faint flash of brilliance, and he suddenly pulled out the thumb stuck in his mouth.

Like an inflated hydrogen balloon with a crack in its mouth, the dim light of fear shot out from its mouth like a turbulent air current. Its round body suddenly shrank rapidly, and was pushed by the strong reaction force to fly all over the sky...

But this time, his vigilance seemed to have paid off.

No! Not flying around! The trajectory drew a shallow arc, and it was clearly thrown into the door of the gorgeous tent!

Damn it, it was a false shot!
Zhu Mingyao suddenly woke up, but it was too late to stop him. He could only watch as the enemy knocked open the hanging colorful silk curtain under the tent door and disappeared into the endless darkness.

At the same time, the few remaining formal members of [Circus] suddenly stiffened, and a twisted evil talisman glowed brightly on their foreheads. Their grotesque faces all showed expressions of extreme horror.

He had witnessed this kind of routine operation more than once, and he almost had a psychological shadow. Once bitten by a snake, he would be afraid of well ropes for ten years.

"Bah! Pah-!"

"[The ultimate circus show] begins! The time has come for you to be loyal to me!"

The clown's sharp voice was like a cold wind, and the monsters turned into blurry lights and shadows at lightning speed. Before the spell intercepted by Zhu Mingyao arrived, they seemed like meteors falling into the entrance of the tent.

The trick failed, Zhu Mingyao reacted very quickly. When the magic trick was activated, the red and yellow evil energy and the five-color Yin wind gathered into a dragon. The Yaksha ghost will lead the Yin soldiers to rise into the sky. He must follow closely and pursue, never giving the enemy a chance to breathe. machine!
However, the next moment, transparent ripples flashed one after another, and many summoned objects fell back one after another. The colorful silk curtain, which was as light as nothing just now, is now like the majestic and heavy Rocky Mountains lying in front of you, making it difficult for people to take a step beyond the thunder.

"[Circus] only accepts real audiences for its performances, puppets with empty bodies are not qualified to watch..." A sinister smile burst out from between his teeth with extreme resentment.

"Damn human mage, you want my life, it depends on whether you have the guts to come!"

Zhu Mingyao frowned slightly, and tried several more times to confirm that all his soldiers and horses, including the ghost general Jiesen, could not enter the tent, and they could not even hide in the ox-headed Yin Talisman.

This is……

His thoughts were spinning all of a sudden, and he had some guesses in his heart. His face turned cold, he realized that he had come to this point, how could he fall short of his achievements in the pursuit of a mountain?

As if he accidentally brushed the treasure bag, feeling the warm and delicate feeling from a hard object in his palm, he straightened his waist a little, pushed aside the thin and smooth silk cloth, walked into it with a calm expression, and disappeared. Behind the curtain.

……

……

As if walking through a long corridor made of thick foam, an obscure squeezing feeling enveloped my body.

In the thick solid darkness, strange phantoms occasionally flashed across the retina. Looking at it carefully, they seemed to be broken ancient stone bricks and... packaging cardboard?

Before Zhu Mingyao, who was astonished, could take a closer look, his eyes became dim and clear, and the environment changed drastically.

The surrounding shiny brown-red teak boards pave the floor, and the walls evenly painted with bright green paint are warm and pleasant. The neat shoe cabinets and coat racks are placed safely beside it. It is obviously the entrance of a house.

"The first show, [Mechanism Show], cheer! Be excited! Please enjoy it to your heart's content!" The dull and enthusiastic stage opening words sounded from the void, and the furnishings in the room trembled slightly and undetectably.

After cautiously closing his eyes and feeling for a while, Zhu Mingyao raised the corners of his mouth and basically guessed the current situation.

"Some kind of defense mechanism of Cave Heaven Paradise... No, it is so crude and crude. It should be said that it is the suppression of the incomplete half-plane law, forcing the intruder to follow the master's rules, step into the home environment set by him, and fight one-on-one. ?”

He stretched out his hand slowly, and the longan-like silver-white sword ball was spinning on the tip of his index finger. With a faint sneer, his spiritual sense locked onto a fierce and evil aura deep in the room.

Do you really think I conquer the world by relying on summons?

Hurry up, I'm in a hurry!
(End of this chapter)