The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 317 [The ultimate circus performance] 2
"You might as well go up together..."

As soon as the joking words fell, the beige shoe cabinet half a man's height suddenly popped open, and several crossbow arrows as thick as chopsticks were shot towards the face. The sharp arrows flashed with a sinister green light, obviously adding a sufficient amount of "good stuff".

At the same time, the wool carpet in the foyer suddenly became extremely sticky, as if it had been coated with a layer of strong glue. Given his physical condition, he was unable to move for a while.

The bright silver light leisurely spread out in the circle and dissipated in the air. Zhu Mingyao, who was on guard for a long time, flipped his wrist and executed a standard Tai Chi sword-style three-ring moon set. He gently patted the arrow down, flew it above his head and suddenly dropped it. A small tin bucket.

"Huh!" The small bucket hit the ground, the strong smell of gasoline filled his nose, and the scorching fire light rose up, illuminating his face.

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the sword light that could only extend three feet in the palm of his hand. Feeling the pressure everywhere, he tried various magical means.

The power of all the external spells was greatly weakened, so he turned into a fort mage and cast the five fireballs. His plan to quickly push them forward was aborted. The blessing ones were only slightly better. The spiritual official golden seal and the Ding Jia spell were transformed. The golden armored Taoist robe appeared and disappeared, as if it would fall apart at any time.

The vast Huang Ting Zhenqi from the Three Yuan Palace in the body is still functioning as usual, but it can only float three inches above the body surface and is used as a protective force. It will disappear without a trace if it is far away.

Only the superhuman physique, polished both internally and externally, remains intact and can perform at its fullest.

In this case, if he was only unilaterally restricted, of course he would pat his butt and move to first place, but the same was true for the hidden enemy in his induction. Zhu Mingyao thought to himself that it was just a little extra effort.

As if he knew that the enemy who imprisoned him was about to face disaster, the strange yellow-brown light on the surface of the pile of cartons surged, and it began to tremble fiercely.

On the tall, flat circular stage, there was a scarlet-gold carpet, and the glossy black wooden boards quickly split and sank in a spiral shape, and a large group of huts made of brown and yellow cardboard boxes rose up from it.

The blurry scene is like a sand table, a gloomy old-fashioned theater, an arcade game room with loud electronic music, a mirror maze with blurry and changing light... Various buildings of different shapes are dotted here and there, guarding a tent with fluttering colorful flags in the center.

The pale white paint on his face twitched slightly, and he stepped heavily on his pointed-toe boots.

A small golden-blue figure walked quickly among them and entered a small square with various musical instruments floating in the air. Behind him, the quiet and luxurious mansion was slowly collapsing.

The "rules of the game" were revealed through half-guessing, and a guilty and angry growl came from deep in the house. In an instant, the gears turned, the broken spring was released, the powerful dart popped out of the drawer, and the sharp steel wire came out of the gap. Throw it around, even more fierce flames turn into snakes, and acid and poison spread mist...

"Let me guess, the so-called ultimate performance is to let you die one by one?"

After making sure that there were no other beings ambushing him, he no longer had any scruples. He condensed the sword energy into a light blade and spit it out with all his strength under his feet, easily shattering the carpet.

The whole house seemed like an awakened monster, with countless messy traps coming to kill him!
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It came so quickly...

"Dear leader, I am your most loyal subordinate, please don't abandon me..."

Watching his colleagues flying into the sand table one after another, unfolding "checkpoints" and using their lives to block the enemy, the black man in a brown coat looked horrified and begged his leader for mercy.

However, his plea did not receive any mercy. With a flick of his white gloves impatiently, the man also involuntarily turned into a hazy colored light and threw it into the sandbox model, leaving only a vicious and desperate curse echoing:
"You damn bitch! Don't even think about escaping alone, we are waiting for you in hell..." The clown's death curse to his subordinates was not heard, the clown split his lips, and his long dark red tongue sucked the delicate flesh like a shark. Teeth, his tone revealed a touch of determination.

"Escape? You guessed wrong! My hard work is not so easy to destroy... Let's see if that guy is willing to risk his life!"

Amidst the cold words, it lowered its body and opened its arms, as if to give its lover an intimate hug, and jumped towards the cardboard box.

Under the illumination of the suspended colorful lights in the tent, its shadow squirmed, twisted, elongated and expanded, becoming more and more bizarre and indescribable...

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The centipede-shaped monster composed of human bodies suddenly stiffened. On the pale body, a straight trace as thin as a hair gradually appeared. Thick blood and pus hissed and oozed out under the pressure in the body, and then shattered with a bang at its center. The broken limbs and internal organs sprayed into the air, leaving ugly stains on the white walls.

A slightly embarrassed figure jumped out of the distance. The silver-white sword light and the golden whip shadow danced in the water, and the strong wind blew away the smelly filth.

He stabbed the fat, bald man in a white coat through the heart. The medical laboratory, which was filled with the smell of disinfectant, shook and silently collapsed into ashes.

"Kill [Circus of Horror] team doctor Martin..."

"Bah!" Zhu Mingyao first pinched his nose and carefully checked the left and right sides to make sure there was nothing like the Yoneden Party stuck on it, and then he hurriedly scanned the information circulating in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

This perverted fat guy was a weakling, but his level of nausea was several levels higher than the previous enemies put together. It was impossible for him to fight or not fight, and it took a lot of effort.

Looking at the colorful cloth tents in the distance surrounded by various buildings, which were the same as the outside but scaled down, Zhu Mingyao spat angrily.

"It's really annoying. I'm not some Bronze Five guy who loves to play level-breaking games..."

After the early battles, he had almost figured out the "game mechanism", or defense rules, of this space.

That tent is obviously the core of the cave treasure. As long as it is captured, his long journey of slaying demons (killing people and seizing treasures) can come to a successful end and he can go home and pop champagne to celebrate.

But the premise of everything is that you must first defeat the areas guarded by the circus monster members before you can directly enter the middle palace. When the firepower AOE skills are limited, it is really a troublesome task.

Zhu Mingyao looked around and saw that most of the various outbuildings where the monsters lived had been reduced to ruins. He swung his sword energy peach staff to cheer himself up, cheering up and choosing his next target.

However, at this moment, a dazzling light shone, attracting his attention. He saw that the small tent suddenly swelled and swayed, and two different colors of dim, brown, and yellow were entrenched on it. One moved in and the other retreated, as if they were desperately fighting each other. As if, the deep and ominous breath was rising slowly but firmly.

This is a desperate struggle...

Although he did not know the specific means of the target, Zhu Mingyao still quickly raised his vigilance, accelerated his action, and flew towards a dark and dilapidated theater standing on an island in an artificial lake.

(End of this chapter)