The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 320 The survivors of the old days, their respective trump cards

"Then let's die together..."

Before the hysterical howling lingered, a stronger sound overwhelmed it.

Yes... it's strong but not loud!

"Dong...dong...dong! A muffled sound like a drum struck the eardrums, and the messy pile of cardboard boxes shrank and expanded, beating violently like the living heart of some creature.

"Bah..."

On the surface of the corrugated cardboard, spider web-like cracks stretched and climbed. Two giant palms with a diameter of about 10 feet suddenly came out, and they violently pulled outwards. The pile of cardboard boxes as big as a house exploded. Amid the strange dark yellow light, a majestic figure appeared. The majestic figure suddenly fell to the ground.

Amidst the scattered debris and debris, a powerful and heavy breath hit the face, filled with a grand and ancient charm, like a Titan who walked out of the depths of history, shaking off the dust of time accumulated on his shoulders, and descended majestically. On the field.

"He's actually...the Lord of the Labyrinth?"

After seeing the appearance of the visitor clearly, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help blurting out in surprise.

"Good guy, he is indeed a legendary monster with the blood of Olympus!" As a controller, he can get clear sensory feedback from the summoned objects. The violent force like landslides and tsunamis is the only thing he has ever seen in his life. Even the Yaksha ghost generals, who also dominate with their strange powers, are at a disadvantage.

A demi-god king of monsters, even by conservative estimates, his strength must exceed the [Wand Level] and be close to the [Crown Level]. When converted into the realms of Xuanmen Immortal Dao, it is at least the base of the Yin God, Ghost and Immortal.

But it was Zhu Mingyao who broke the space barrier and summoned the Yaksha ghost generals to take the opportunity to attack.

To Zhu Mingyao's expectation, Minotaurs did not attack him at the first moment, but instead poured out boundless anger on the enemy who imprisoned him.

Minotaurs!

The recurved hooves as big as the bowl mouth rattled against the gravel on the ground, depositing a metallic blue-gray cold light, supporting a strong body of three meters high.

As the controller's power weakened sharply, the space barrier blocking the inside and outside became thin and transparent, and the corpses of monsters on the ground outside in the open space were faintly visible, as well as a group of summoned creatures.

The muscles like cast iron are bulging high, and the surface is covered with all kinds of dark bloodstains and old scars, as if they are describing the battles in the past. The thick neck is not a human face, but a black horn on top. The huge bull's head.

After severely injuring his enemy with one blow, the Minotaur King seemed to be still angry. He opened his palms with fingers and turned into a majestic stream of light, intending to kill the clown on the spot.

This classic image, coupled with the name shouted by the talented clown, its true identity is already obvious.

At this moment, a copper-colored fist with protruding bone spurs raised a sharp sonic boom like a ghost's roar, suddenly blocking the attack path.

The hard iron hoofs smashed down violently, trampling the limp clown beside him to pieces, leaving only half of his body with his hands attached.

Where the eyelids are open and closed, two fist-sized golden eyes burst out with light, filled with a trace of majestic and immortal brilliance!

Before coming, he had thought that the enemy might have a hidden trump card, but he had not guessed that it would be so powerful.

"Oh!"

Scraps of paper, large and small, are floating around, like guards guarding a king, surrounding it, demonstrating its extraordinary identity.

The characters in the myth came alive before my eyes. Even though Zhu Mingyao II was a human being, accomplished in cultivation, and considered well-informed, he was still deeply shocked.

In various extraordinary systems in the East and West, it is not uncommon for dark monsters to appear as ox-headed and human-like, but there is only one existence that can bear this noble name:
The king of the minotaurs who left a famous name in ancient Greek epics; the master of the Labyrinth of Crete; the powerful monster born of Pasiphae, the daughter of the sun god Helios, and the white sacred bull!

Like two ten-thousand-meter-high mountains colliding head-on, the Minotaur swayed and took two steps back amid the trembling air waves, while its opponent flew out crookedly.

If it weren't for the opponent's weakened aura and obviously bad state, he would have been able to slip away with oil on his feet.

What should I do if I can't win a duel? His mind was spinning, and a group of soldiers and horses flew up with a roar, and immediately started a righteous group fight. At the same time, he raised his palms to make seals, and blew his lips with Qi Xingxin Palace, and the crimson flames swept out like waves.

This attack is just the right medicine. After all, everyone on earth knows that the ancient Greeks, the Holy Mountain Gods, have always been known for their strong emotions and chaotic ethical relationships. If the heart, fire, and supernatural powers are not kept together, it will have miraculous effects.

However, he still underestimated the other party. With a shocking roar of a cow, a dim yellow and empty halo appeared around the Minotaurs. Mixed with scraps of paper, it quickly spread. It was built of dark yellow stones and was extremely complex. The shadow of the labyrinth suddenly arrived, impacting and crushing with brutal yet divine power. The summoned creatures that bore the brunt of the attack were immediately shocked. The weakest two-headed ogre corpse was instantly withered and crushed, turning into a paper man. Then he was inexplicably sucked into a corner of the maze and lost contact.

The five Yin soldiers were slightly stronger. Taking advantage of their erratic movements as spirit bodies, they made a sharp turn and escaped before being captured.

Only the Yaksha ghost generals, covered in red and yellow zombies, can barely contend with the invisible magic power in the void. But looking at the gradually shrinking defense circle, defeat is only a matter of time.

Not only did the guardian soldiers and horses with their own special powers collapsed, but even the invisible inner fire had its texture twisted, turning into wisps of crimson paper, falling feebly into the dust.

"Is it some kind of domain power?"

Zhu Mingyao was horrified, not daring to let the strange shadow of the maze cover him. He quickly walked around in a circle around the periphery, with yellow talismans flying in his hands, thunder sword energy, fire frost, and even the curse of victory, all kinds of Means, take turns to test.

However, no matter what kind of attack, once it enters the maze field, all of them will be forcibly transformed into pieces of paper of different shapes and colors, and not even a hair of the enemy can be touched.

Not only that, the scope of its coverage continued to expand, forcing him to retreat continuously.

This is not the way to go... Zhu Mingyao felt a little anxious. Although the area of ​​​​the space here is large enough, there is an upper limit after all. According to the current trend, sooner or later he will be forced into a corner.

He tightened the trump card hidden in his palm. He thought he had found the core of the secret treasure and just drove it into it. Who would have expected that the source of the pillars of the space was not an artifact or secret treasure, but a living and powerful monster!

In the current situation, how can we break into it?
"Did you see it? This is the innate power that comes from the sacred bloodline. It is the seed that allows people to open the door to immortality. If it weren't for your interference, it should have belonged to me!"

Seeing Zhu Mingyao being forced to move up and down, the clown tried his best to squeeze out a gleeful laugh even though he was dragging his broken body and dying.

"Be treated the same as the heroes of the mythical age, and feel honored that you died..."

It looked at the young man excitedly, eager to get the taste of fear and anger.

Unfortunately, it didn't find what it wanted. There was only a hint of surprise and...surprise on that young face?
During the chanting of the clear mantra, it was as if the emperor who was sitting in the north and dedicated to conquering demons opened the palace gate, and the fierce and majestic Tiangang evil energy swept in like thousands of troops and horses, filling all directions.

Zhou Juebiao, Emperor Chen, forgives the trouble. The flames are like smoke in the sky, and they are as bright as the scenery. Wucheng brings the divine front, and Tianzhao swallows the Qinghe River. The door is close to the Danjing, and the cloud gate is lush and craggy. Qifei Tongqi Gai, Lian Wan is also applying demons. Six days across the North Road, this is the home of ghosts and gods.

[Arctic Demon-Controlling Spell] Conquer all heretic ghosts and gods!
The strong alien energy surged like a sea, impacting the most basic spiritual structure of the labyrinth field, and its operation was stuck for a moment!
"Thank you for reminding me, today I will also be the King of Athens who kills the Cretan Demonic Bull!" Qingyue smiled, the silver-white sword light rose like a dragon and a snake, and slashed down across the sky with thunderous force.

The sword light faded away, and a drop of bronze blood fell down, falling to the ground with a clang, as if it was not a liquid, but a hard metal.

Minotaur's whole body energy suddenly leaked wildly, and the shadow in the maze suddenly disappeared! Next to the strong neck, a long, dark and old scar slowly cracked and spread all the way around the neck. Under the shimmering skin, there was an empty circle of flesh and blood, and the pale golden bones were vaguely visible, as if someone had killed him with a knife before!

It raised its head to the sky and roared with fear and anger, squeezing the origin of its own blood without any scruples, and the rich dim yellow light rose and flowed, trying to reunite the realm.

But at this moment, Zhu Mingyao's figure appeared behind the Minotaur King first and pressed a little emerald green light into the wound.

"The legend is indeed correct. You were killed once by the great hero Theseus back then. No wonder you are so weak."

Thousands of transparent roots seeped into the Minotaur's body, and blossoming lotuses emitting misty clear light swayed. The majestic body turned into a stiff statue on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"How...you...did..." The young man walking with a stick reflected in his crystal yellow eyes. The clown was puzzled. This human's power was obviously only slightly higher than his own, and it was not enough to overwhelm the Minotaur. Sri Lanka.

"Hey..." Zhu Mingyao shook his head helplessly and sighed:

"That is to say, monsters like you, no matter how much they look like humans, are still missing something in their brains."

The golden flames on the peach staff ignited, raised high above the head, and complemented the huge green lotus that was gradually descending on the dome of the chaotic space.

"Humans have learned an important and necessary survival skill since they were young, and that is..."

The peach stick was pounded down hard with mockery.

"...Call the parents!"

(End of this chapter)