The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 377 Yellow-Eyed Devil
The quasi-real person who has made rapid progress and broken through several levels in the past year and is standing at the threshold of the golden elixir has a twitching mouth, and he shifts his gaze to another person's face expressionlessly, the meaning of which is self-evident.

——Don’t hide anything, just bring out everything you have.

Unable to stop his brother who loved to show off in time, Sam glared at him helplessly, turned his head and smiled awkwardly. Then, his white eyelids closed lightly, and suddenly opened again, two faint crystal lights flashed out, blazing like flowing fire and shining gold, and his eyes as blue as the sea had turned into molten red gold.

Wisps of milky white holy light evaporated and gathered behind his head, transforming into a plain silver circle engraved with mysterious divine patterns. As it slowly turned, it seemed as if pieces of illusory white feathers were falling along with ethereal holy chants.

Two sublime spiritual rhythms emerged, one orderly and the other chaotic. Although they were of opposite properties, their cores had a faint resonance. When they merged with each other, their power could actually be superimposed and amplified. It even gave Zhu Mingyao a sense of awe, proving that it was enough to threaten his life.

"Hanging on the wall... Two more!" The soul was hit twice, and Zhu Mingyao covered his chest tremblingly. At this moment, he seemed to travel through time and space, and felt that he had turned into Teacher Chen Peisi:

"No, I'm the protagonist!"

"Haha!" Seeing his completely shattered outlook, Dean posed with his hands on his hips in satisfaction.

"After returning from the secret realm of Skull Island, our strength has further improved, and we also brought back a huge amount of wealth. The teacher used it to exchange for top secret medicines and rituals to activate our potential."

He raised his head proudly, "But who could have expected that the power of heaven and purgatory at a high level could be discovered from the bloodline? Sigh, it's really puzzling..."

"I think you shouldn't be so quick to understand..." A sinister and cold remark came from the side. The young man glanced sideways, spewing sour air.

"…The most important thing now is to quickly go to the Holy City to pay respect to the Pope and confess your sins with tears, lest you attract a large number of Crusaders who will tear you, the demon lord who seems to have sneaked into the human world, into pieces."

"Hehe, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I've already informed the Holy Temple in secret." Dean flicked his finger lightly, and the dark red crown made a metallic humming sound. He said carelessly:
"It is an old tradition for demon hunters to use some dark power as tools. As long as they are checked regularly to ensure that their minds are not polluted, no one will interfere except for some jealous kids who are almost crazy."

"Tsk, which eye saw that I'm jealous, you stinky little bastard!" Zhu Mingyao snorted in response, raised his left middle finger into the Lingguan Seal and pointed it towards the sky. He deliberately waved it in front of Dean's face, and before the other party could laugh and scold him back, he poked at the prisoner. Golden light seeped in like silk threads, freezing all the changes in magical powers, and was about to turn it into a puppet.

Although Zhu Mingyao said this, he was indeed somewhat envious. Although the bloodlines activated by the two were relatively shallow, their auras were extremely high. Even if their sources were not the Seraphim and Hell Devil in the original book, their status was not much different.

He also understood why the two brothers were so confident: putting aside the fancy propaganda of the classics, although heaven and hell are said to be two separate things, in reality they are still under the control of the Christian system.

The characteristic of the Christian system is that it places great emphasis on strict order of hierarchy. No matter whether it is an angel or a demon, they must be restrained in front of the superior and cannot exert their full strength.

The high-ranking gods and demons of the Heavenly Temple system have long disappeared. With the two brothers working together, they can almost deal with it calmly. All supernatural beings from the cross system can always run away, even if they cannot defeat them!
After all, the years of human prosperity are the years when humanity has survived the Dharma Ending Age. The remaining demons and ghosts know that the weak short-lived species of the past are no longer as powerful as they used to be, and they no longer have the courage to hunt them down in a big way.

"But you still underestimated the family's enemies..." Zhu Mingyao's thoughts turned in his mind, but he never said them out loud.

If the person opposite is really Azazel, the lieutenant of hell, he is known as "The Powerful God", a peerless boss who is said to move the wilderness and the ocean with ease and has his name recorded in the Bible. He is definitely not Karami who can only play with some small special effects in the original "Supernatural".

"There are no clues at the moment. You are just wasting your time by running around like headless flies. I suggest you go back and make a long-term plan."

Just as the two were about to speak, he made a calming gesture and gave a reasonable and orderly plan:
"Since there are high-level demons roaming around and endangering the entire human society, how can the federal officials stay out of it? Let them take the lead and at least get the intelligence clear."

"This is too slow. What if that beast gets away..." Dean, eager for revenge, shouted anxiously with a red face.

During the argument, a panicked and vague groan suddenly shouted: "Don't, don't kill me, I know where the devil you are talking about is!"

It was as if someone had cast a range silencing spell, the air around them suddenly became quiet, and the three of them lowered their heads in unison, their gazes instantly focused on the fish swimming under the cauldron beneath their feet.

…………

Patches of red clouds in the sky wrapped around the blood-red setting sun, wandering and struggling on the horizon. The little remaining light shattered in the rugged and deep valley, and was helplessly swallowed up by the shadows.

"You should know the consequences of lying!" Standing under the dense shade of the trees, waving his sleeves to dispel the mountain moisture, Zhu Mingyao coldly warned the monster leading the way.

A few dozen meters in front of them, there were messy dead branches and leaves all over the ground, as if a large group of creatures had stepped on them, but other than that, there was nothing unusual.

The Rakshasa ghost, who was half a head taller than an NBA center, hunched over and tried to shrink into a ball. He said with a sad face, "It's absolutely true. That guy appeared here three days ago and subdued the werewolf tribe here. I was hunting nearby at the time and happened to see it with my own eyes."

As if recalling a terrifying scene, its dark complexion darkened a little. "The werewolf shaman in the lead resisted, but was instantly transformed into a lowly hellhound. If I hadn't served a Brahman guru in Punjab a hundred years ago and received Vedas and was good at hiding my aura, I'm afraid I would have been captured."

Zhu Mingyao scratched his chin and continued, "So you changed your hunting patterns over the years, wanting to have a full meal, then abandon your old nest and flee to another place to avoid disaster."

"Your Excellency's Dharma eyes are extremely clear and can see through earth, water, wind and fire." The Rakshasa ghost flattered him in a flattering tone, with a slight hint of curry in his accent.

As it spoke, it clasped its hands together and knelt down obsequiously, its sharp claws covering its face and fading into its eye sockets.

I saw his dirty, heavy fat trembling slightly, as if he was enduring severe pain. Then he grabbed a ball of white light and raised it above his head respectfully.

"This is the image memory of that time. I am willing to convert and offer my life mantra to the Venerable, just to spare my life."

It turns out that he is used to serving others. What a cunning bachelor, no wonder he has been able to live freely for so many years... Zhu Mingyao gave a look to the Wen brothers who were hesitant to speak, indicating that he would not be bewitched. He took the white light and suppressed it into the Sanyuan Palace with his backhand.

I keep my word. Breaking your soul and reshaping your consciousness is considered as sparing your life!

He dug out a bright silver mirror, facing the rising moon, calculated the position and placed it on the ground, silently chanting a spell:

"The moon is showing its true colors, and the last rays of light are returning!"

The white light was instantly coated with a layer of silver frost-like moonlight, and rolled onto the mirror surface like a round water ball.

A strange and bizarre phantom appeared——

In the sky, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Low roars tore through the dark night. On the rocks and beside the tree roots, dozens of giant wolves of various colors, like calves, panted and smelled heavily, stared with red eyes and slowly emerged, surrounding a figure from a distance.

The wild mountains and wilderness, surrounded by man-eating beasts, are enough to scare the bravest person out of his wits. However, the situation at this moment is quite the opposite. The ferocious wolves are howling strangely and hesitating to move forward, appearing to be powerful on the outside but weak on the inside.

The figure looked straight ahead, with neither deliberate arrogance nor any other emotional fluctuations, as if he was just facing the air.

"My time is precious. I'll say this once. Obey, or... die!"

The purple flame, as sticky as mud, wrote the contract on the parchment scroll, reflecting the endless decay in the dim eyes!

(End of this chapter)