American variety show world begins with subduing Jason

Chapter 318 [The Circus's Ultimate Performance] 3

Clusters of crimson flames flickered and fell, nestled against the dilapidated walls and faded curtains, blooming into vibrant impatiens flowers.

The heatwave rolled and rippled, scorching the rotten, damp floor with a creaking sound. The stench of mold and burnt food rose up, and the flames, like small snakes, snaked and climbed, forming a huge net that quickly enveloped the prop room-like room.

In the large, honeycomb-like grid, a series of suspended puppets carved into the shapes of five- or six-year-old children suddenly trembled. Their eyes lit up with a thick, bloody light, their chins opened in an exaggerated arc, and they let out a sharp howl. Then, defying the laws of gravity, they rose into the air.

The eerie sonic waves surged like giant waves, while the grotesque puppets, like a pack of bloodthirsty sharks weaving through the waves, attacked from all directions. Judging from the wispy black mist oozing from their mouths, one knew that being bitten would surely end badly.

Faced with the terrifying surprise attack, the attacker merely sneered silently. In an instant, silver light flashed in the air, appearing and disappearing. Dozens of sword energy circles unfolded layer upon layer, some large, some small, some upright, some slanted, some flat, some round, each with a different shape. Each circle perfectly encircled a puppet, and then with a gentle twist, turned it into clumps of wood chips and debris.

A faint, distant mournful cry rang out, and the already old tables, chairs, benches, and room furniture suddenly began to rot, as if time itself had sped up a thousandfold, seemingly foreshadowing the fate of the guardians.

Zhu Mingyao remained unmoved by this strange phenomenon. He poured all his true energy into the sword, causing it to shine brightly. The sword and the man transformed into a rainbow, piercing through an inconspicuous cabinet in the corner.

"Giggle..." The small body stretched out its hands, futilely scratching at the silvery-white sword energy that seemed to be real. Inside the dissected chest and abdomen, the decaying internal organs and bones continued to turn into powder.

"I still couldn't escape... Damn it, [Pennywise]..." The puppet made from the child's corpse had a distorted face and spit out mouthfuls of foul-smelling corpse oil with a miserable laugh.

"Revered powerful one... please tell me your name, so I can die knowing why... in return, I will tell you the details of that clown..."

Seemingly moved by its promise, his lips, which had been tightly pressed together since the start of the battle, slowly parted:

"I--"

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

He had barely uttered the first syllable when an extremely strange wave suddenly erupted, piercing through Zhu Mingyao's protective magic and tearing his tongue off by the roots. Blood mixed with bits of flesh gushed out like a spring, trickling down his neck and staining his entire body red in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly struck by a severe blow, the young man swayed and struggled for a few moments before finally staggering and falling to the ground. The sword energy in his hand dissipated weakly, reverting to its original bullet shape, and slumped to the ground.

"Hahaha, you still fell for it!"

With a continuous, sinister laugh, the evil spirit of an old woman, dressed in a black dress and with a face covered in corpse spots, suddenly emerged from behind the wall.

"You didn't expect that, did you? My strength has already transcended the constraints of my possession... It's really hard to lie to a calm kid like you—."

The ethereal soul suddenly froze, and its smug, eerie laughter abruptly ceased.

It stared at the bamboo-jointed golden whip that had suddenly emerged from its chest, and slowly turned its head in disbelief.

With a light tap of his index and middle fingers on the golden whip, hundreds of tiny talismans, each the size of a grain of rice, rolled back, resembling steel shackles and iron chains, firmly restraining this evil spirit capable of using strange curses.

"How do you know the conditions for triggering the curse..." the old woman groaned with resentment. Her special ability was almost like the rules of a domain, ignoring most defensive spells. It was impossible for someone who saw her for the first time to figure it out.

Mary Shaw stared at him with wide eyes.

The puppet is held in the arms of the child.

You children must remember this well.

Don't shout when you see her!

Zhu Mingyao, now in his true form, waved his hand to retrieve the illusionary substitute jade talisman and softly recited a strange folk song.

I've been searching for you for so long, and I didn't just blindly rush in. I'm making the most of the official intelligence network. Even if the clues you left behind during your previous crimes are negligible, I have a treasured guide to defeating monsters.

By comparing your characteristics with my memories of horror movies from my past life, I know exactly what tricks each of you has up your sleeve. So how could you possibly fall for any first-meeting trap?

"Mrs. Mary Shaw, who likes to pull out people's tongues, blame it on your high box office and great fame!"

Telling lame jokes that no one understands, he shakes the peachwood staff that has transformed into a golden whip. The numerous talismans embedded in the evil spirit emit wisps of clear light and flames, and he suddenly pounces upwards, slowly refining its almost solidified spiritual body.

"What I said earlier was true, please spare me... I can provide a lot of important information... The Clown Leader's real name is Pennywise, an ancient monster who escaped from the seal of an Indian wizard..."

As its body gradually disintegrated and dissipated, sensing that it was about to return to eternal nothingness, the evil spirit Mary Shaw's eyes darted wildly, and it screamed desperately.

But this time, its weight only elicited a sneer.

"You overestimate your companions' integrity." Zhu Mingyao slowly pulled out an iron hook coated with syrup, waved it in front of it, and had a strange smile on his face.

"These days, even if you sell out your boss and become a collaborator, you'll have to wait in line, you know."

With her last lifeline gone, Mary Shaw let out a desperate scream before her soul vanished completely.

A deep rumble grew louder as it approached, until it resounded throughout the heavens and earth, and everything before my eyes vanished in a flash.

Looking around, all kinds of buildings have been reduced to ruins, but the tent still stands tall in the center, its colorful flags fluttering.

Zhu Mingyao felt a lightness in his body as his suppressed magical powers returned to normal. He knew that all the spatial defense laws here had been broken, and now only the final step remained.

He let out a joyful whistle, and a foot-long talisman with a purple background and gold patterns fluttered up. In an instant, dark clouds gathered and a whirlwind arose, as if he had come from a secret space to a desolate wilderness. With a flash of lightning, five winding and dazzling bolts of lightning, carrying the mighty power of heaven, struck down. The tent was immediately surrounded by lightning, and the blazing white lightning burst and radiated in all directions. For a moment, intense light illuminated the entire space.

With his current cultivation level, Zhu Mingyao's use of the [Five Thunder Heavenly Heart Demon-Slaying Talisman] was even more powerful than when he fought the Demon Lord on Skull Island.

The cursed power condensed into five electric dragons, which coiled and swam around the tent. As they tore and bit, fragments flew out, injecting streams of holy and demon-subduing magic into them.

Since he could unleash his ultimate move from outside, he certainly didn't intend to go in for hand-to-hand combat.

"You think you've got me cornered like this?"

Amidst a furious and indistinct roar, the colorful ribbons suddenly expanded and unfurled, revealing eight sharp, slender pillars that stretched out like a giant claw, gripping the earth.

The clown's head swelled to dozens of times its normal size, and he peeked out from behind the tent, his two bright yellow eyes radiating hatred as he stared at the enemy who had driven him into this predicament.

Chapter 319 Minotaur

"what?"

Having successfully lured his target out, Zhu Mingyao did not rush to make a move. Instead, he cautiously took a few steps back to create a safe distance.

Golden Light Mantra, Armor Mantra, Iron Armor Mantra, Evil-Repelling and Spirit-Dispelling Mantra... Various spiritual lights flashed, and seven or eight defensive spells were instantly cast upon the body.

The clown's appearance at that moment was far too bizarre, even by the standards of dark monsters, which made him a little more cautious.

The colorful silk fabric, embodied in the rules, crumbles inch by inch, symbolizing that the spatial structure of this secret realm is no longer stable.

A faint, eerie wail echoed from the void, and clumps of gray mist, some thick and some thin, appeared out of nowhere, surrounding a massive figure as large as a killer whale or giant shark.

The clown, who had once resembled someone somewhat human, had now completely shed his usual disguise, revealing his naked, inhuman nature.

On the deformed, bulging head, two bright yellow eyes bulged outwards, their pupils disappearing without a trace, shimmering with a chitinous, sinister light.

The lips, painted with scarlet oil paint, parted to form eight petals resembling flower mouthparts. Between the fine, triangular, file-like teeth, highly corrosive saliva dripped intermittently, drawing wisps of dark green smoke into the air.

Its lower body is integrated with a huge pile of yellowish-brown cardboard boxes, with a large number of silk threads like blood vessels and nerves wrapping around it to form a new torso. Eight thick, pillar-like segments extend from the outside, supporting it high. The whole shape is like a bloated and ferocious spider.

The fog grew thicker, like solidified black ink, flowing around the monster. There were rustling sounds, as if countless monstrous insects and snakes were writhing and rubbing against each other, emanating a nauseating, oppressive, and heavy sense of negative pressure.

“Those wicked lackeys have all gotten what they deserved… [Circus ringmaster] Pennywise, now it’s your turn.”

"Hehe, come on... come on, if you want to take my life, let's see how much you're willing to pay!"

The clear and cold air clashed with the venomous intent like swords clashing. Two figures, one large and one small, rushed up, and in an instant, sword light, lightning, evil energy, and foul air roared and intertwined, causing the situation on the field to go completely out of control!

Before the curse's power dissipated, the five lightning dragons shook their scales and braced themselves, their heads and tails intertwining to form a long rope of lightning that ensnared them.

"Is that all? Not enough..." The four segmented limbs covered with sharp bristles stood upright in the sky, then with a heavy swing, they unleashed a violent wave of fel energy, and the gleaming lightning chains shattered instantly, as if they were no stronger than a withered rope.

Amidst the echoing, maniacal laughter, the limbs pressed down, like an ancient tree collapsing, sealing off Zhu Mingyao's chance to dodge from every angle, and slamming heavily onto the spot where he stood, sending up a massive cloud of dust.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a crystalline rainbow suddenly rose and surged upwards, resembling a vast, unfurling Milky Way. Carrying an incomparably sharp and malevolent aura, it collided with the sharp, long legs that blocked its path, exploding into dazzling sparks. Before the viscous, energy-like fluid could even be flung out, it quickly dissipated.

Zhu Mingyao, who was hiding in the shadows using the Concealment Technique, raised an eyebrow, unable to hide his surprise. With his current strength, a full-force sword strike could split even a steel pillar as thick as a man's embrace in two, yet he could only trim the enemy's limbs.

The monster let out a terrifying roar, leaving only its two hind legs to support it, while the rest of its limbs danced in a continuous blur, attacking from different directions and squeezing out the space for the sword pellet to dodge and maneuver.

"Come on, didn't you say you were here to sweep away evil? Didn't you say you were here to kill me?"

Accompanied by increasingly maniacal laughter, the dark yellow halo spread and expanded, permeating every inch of land. The surging, terrifying illusions, like towering waves, crashed against Zhu Mingyao's mental world, forcing him to reveal his form and use his magic to fight back with difficulty.

This level of power completely surpasses that of ordinary Lord-level experts, and without an equal force to restrain it, it is enough to destroy a modern city.

A mad killer... a ghost that attacks in your sleep...

Hurricane...Earthquake...Tsunami...

Bizarre images flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Once his mind wavered and he lost his composure, mistaking the illusion for reality, the illusion would immediately turn into reality and devour his soul.

As if he had no time to spare, the agile sword light gradually slowed down and became obscure, and his range of movement was increasingly suppressed by the enemy.

Just as they were about to be trapped at the core, the sword energy suddenly contracted and expanded, twisting and turning more than ten times, like a bouncing star, skillfully passing through the gaps between the limbs and shooting towards the monster's terrifying maw.

Cook Ding skillfully dissects an ox, penetrating the spaces between them with no thickness!

Although he wasn't particularly skilled in swordsmanship, it all depended on who he was fighting against. Against this monster that fought on instinct, Zhu Mingyao still had an overwhelming advantage in skill, just like the Gold "master" who beat up the stubborn Bronze.

A wise person makes good use of things. The extraordinary system built by human cultivators over thousands of years of wisdom will ultimately prevail over the barbaric and crude talents of evil things.

Just as the sword energy was about to strike him, and he was about to be verbally assaulted, the clown's swollen and deformed face suddenly revealed a sinister smile. A deep and distant yellow light flashed at the tip of his throat, seemingly leading to an unknown space. A strong suction force was generated, pulling everything tangible and intangible nearby into it, as if it wanted to devour them all.

Waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump, luring the enemy into a trap—I'm not human, how could I have any corresponding weaknesses?

The force of absorption swept across the area, and naturally, no one else was among the first to be affected.

The pure white sword light couldn't stop in time and rushed straight into his mouth, where it was eroded and digested without any struggle.

Having successfully set a trap and destroyed the opponent's most powerful weapon, its expression suddenly changed drastically. Two strange claws wearing white gloves quickly reached out and frantically reached down to grab at its body.

A tiny, dim fluorescent light, about the size of a thumb, appeared out of nowhere, flickered past the interceptor like a ghost, and landed lightly as a feather on the pile of cardboard boxes that made up the "spider's" abdomen.

That was just a sword energy technique activated by the [Lung God Canopy], this is the true form of the Cold Iron Sword Pellet!

The clown is a character that can be associated with circuses, magic tricks, acrobatics, or even musical instruments, but he has absolutely nothing to do with cardboard boxes. Something unusual must be going on, so it's safe to stab him out of the blue!

A burst of white sword energy shook the black and red interwoven threads, instantly breaking off half of them, and the pile of cardboard boxes jerked violently.

A deafening bellow resounded, carrying a sense of ancient vicissitudes. The sound waves rolled and crushed the ground, causing the surrounding ruins to tremble.

A strange, dark yellow hue emanated from the pile of cardboard boxes, climbing up the clown's body and limbs. Along its path, the limbs slowly withered and collapsed, transforming into a hollow, thin cardboard texture.

Sensing the balance had been broken, the prey within him struggled desperately, making it impossible for him to continue suppressing it. The clown couldn't help but raise his head and let out a chilling roar:

"Then let's perish together! Come out, Minotaur!"

Chapter 320 The Remnants of the Past, Each with Their Own Trump Cards

"Then let's perish together..."

Before the hysterical howling had subsided, an even louder sound drowned it out.

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