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As Santa Nicole's hand gestures changed abruptly, hundreds of blood-red threads appeared out of thin air, like monstrous snakes or venomous insects, coiling around the longsword and twisting it violently. Both exploded simultaneously, scattering dark red blood and fragments of yellow talismans. Clearly, she was experienced in combat, secretly reserving 30% of her strength as a precaution against unforeseen events.

But just as she successfully withstood the two consecutive attacks and breathed a sigh of relief, she noticed that the young man opposite her had a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth, and Santa Nicole's vigilance suddenly rose.

Before she could react, a silver bead suddenly spun within the talisman fragments and struck again with the force of thunder, instantly piercing through several layers of defensive spells and less than a foot away from her smooth, fair forehead!

A sword within a sword, and another sword within a sword! The first layer is Gengjin sword energy, the second is the demon-slaying sword talisman, and the third layer is the sword pellet itself!

I spent several seasons playing support in the bottom tier of Silver, and even though my mechanics were terrible, I had mastered the trick of baiting the enemy's ultimate abilities!

be cheated!

Santa Nicole was startled, her hair stood on end, and a phantom stinging sensation was approaching her brow. In a flash, without thinking, she stuck out her tongue.

"Hiss..." Visible evil magic floated with murky colored light, like a clump of filthy sludge mixed with grease gushing out from the brown-green mask. With its long, thin, purplish-red forked tongue as a bridge, it was locked in a stalemate with the silver-white pill. The intense sense of depravity and distortion even seeped into the sword pill, eroding the enemy's divine will that controlled the magical equipment.

"Great!"

Even though they were enemies, Zhu Mingyao couldn't help but secretly admire the other party's quick thinking at the critical moment of life and death.

At this moment, he deeply missed a certain unnamed clown. If only his enemies were as vicious yet naive (and easily deceived) as him…

Admiring is one thing, but killing is another. With a thought, the young man raised his peach staff high and waved it. Golden seal characters the size of rice grains gradually gathered, scales appeared, mane appeared, and jade horns appeared. A lifelike coiled dragon was vaguely taking shape, carrying the power to bind demons and subdue monsters, and was about to fall.

However, despite his quick movements, he seemed to have underestimated his opponent.

"Run!" Even as she was terrified by the triple attack of feints and real attacks, Santana had already foreseen her inevitable defeat.

I thought that high-level undead was their trump card, but it turns out the master was even more powerful.

The summoner can fight better than the summoned creatures, who the hell can you reason with that?

She made a swift decision; having already decided to retreat, she ceased to fight. Her delicate body twisted rapidly at a strange frequency, and her form suddenly became somewhat transparent, from which a ghostly black shadow drifted out.

The magical dragon stretched and curled, yet it felt weightless, as if it were gripping a slippery film of oil.

The next second, the woman's voluptuous figure softened and collapsed, and the three-dimensional beauty instantly turned into a two-dimensional paper doll. A thin layer of plastic-like snake skin fell to the ground, a perfect example of substitution.

"Where to run?"

Zhu Mingyao realized what was happening in time, and several lightning arrows instantly crossed the battlefield, piercing the ghostly black shadow, but it was already a step too late!

Santanic's figure appeared, and she was ruthless enough. She raised one arm and directly took the Five Thunder Curse that was chasing her. She let the blue lightning boil the blood armor and the scorching flesh smelled terrible. She then burrowed into the tunnel that suddenly appeared on the floor.

A dark golden light suddenly crashed into the ground, and then the Yaksha demon general bounced high into the air with a thud, as if it were not a hard stone, but a very elastic rubber. It was obviously under a sophisticated magical restriction, not a simple physical passage.

"Damn it..."

Just as the cooked duck was about to escape, Zhu Mingyao angrily swore, suppressed his thoughts, and turned to help the vampire lady deal with the remaining enemies.

He glanced around and saw that all the guests on the field had been swallowed by the floor. His expression turned slightly cold. Although he knew that most of these guys were scum, Zhu Mingyao was still a little annoyed that they were being tortured and killed by demons in front of him.

He tossed the peachwood staff into the air, placed his palms together, clenched his teeth, and chanted a spell. Rolling dark clouds hung low, and a deafening roar reverberated throughout the entire bar.

The monsters, who were fleeing in disarray under the ravages of the Civil War suit, suddenly felt a tingling sensation on their skin. They looked up in astonishment and saw their retinas filled with dazzling golden-white arcs of light.

Chapter 341 Tavern, Temple, Pyramid

The various colored lights on the ceiling had all been turned off at the start of the battle, leaving the room dimly lit.

Sections of charred "wooden stakes" lay scattered on the ground, while clusters of orange-yellow flames flickered silently, licking the remains, fueled by the seeping grease.

The nauseating smell of proteins emanating from the instantaneous high temperature lingered in the sinuses, mixed with a rusty, bloody odor, making one almost vomit.

Zhu Mingyao frowned, casually waved his sleeve to create a breeze that dispelled the stench, and called out to the beautiful figure standing among the corpses.

"Madam... well, miss, it seems that rather than offering a worthless moment of silence, your relatives would rather discuss the reasons for the breakdown of the family relationship..."

"Heh, if looking alike makes you family..." Serena rolled her eyes at his joke, "No wonder you're so good at impersonating someone from Yingdao Island, you must have a natural talent for it."

Well, this retort was quite powerful, fully demonstrating the vampire lady's long lifespan and her ability to insult without using vulgar language. Under the barbed and sarcastic remarks, Zhu Mingyao had no choice but to awkwardly change the subject.

"Are you gathering materials? Won't that violate the vampire code?"

He looked at what his temporary teammate had taken out and asked, guessingly.

It was a silver-gray stemmed water glass, seemingly made of some kind of alloy, and judging from its appearance, it was an antique from at least several centuries ago.

Serena ran her fingertips across the oxidized, mottled surface of the cup, activating the engraved runes one by one, then turned her head and put on an innocent expression.

"Killing one's own parents and taking their blood is indeed a grave offense, but that's to protect the living, and besides, I didn't kill them."

"So what they're saying is that it's not against the rules to operate on the dead, right? Just as expected, that fits the hypocritical image people have of us..." Zhu Mingyao thought to himself.

The cup was gently shaken, and a clear and melodious ringing sound rang out. All the vampire corpses on the ground trembled. As if in an instant, their charred bodies, which had been exposed to the sun for decades, quickly dried and shrank. Large and small blood-red crystals flew out from their foreheads and fell into the silver cup like birds returning to the forest.

When the soft chiming stopped, a pool of ruby-like liquid appeared in the glass, crystal clear like fine wine, shimmering with a mesmerizing glow.

Zhu Mingyao revealed a hint of envy, "No wonder the Black Night Family went to such lengths to relentlessly pursue you; you've emptied their treasure trove."

"It's just a counterfeit Evil Grail; the efficiency in converting source blood is so-so." Taking a small sip and savoring the slight increase in magical power within her, Serena said matter-of-factly:

"As for these collections... I am the patriarch's adopted daughter, and as the rightful heir, they are rightfully mine! Should I leave them to that shameless scoundrel Craven instead?"

"It's a pity we didn't catch that ugly woman, otherwise I might have been able to get promoted...?"

She suddenly frowned slightly and smacked her lips slowly, as if trying to figure something out.

"These source bloods contain a strange power, extremely weak but of very high quality."

Serena pondered for a moment, and finally said with certainty, "They probably drank the blood of some powerful supernatural creature, which is why they all turned into something like Medusa or lizard people."

"The Nosferatu clan does indeed experience changes in appearance due to the power of the curse and the constant consumption of the blood of cold-blooded creatures. However, at Santanico's level, she has the ability to subdue the aura of alien species in order to maintain a normal appearance. That's why I was wondering why she looked like that."

Serena excitedly pulled out a dark red short sword and tapped around on the floor and walls, looking for any possible mechanisms.

"Don't rush to leave. I have a feeling that if you seize this opportunity, you'll reap a rich reward."

"Of course, even if she hides in a rat hole today, we'll dig her out." Zhu Mingyao snorted coldly, directing his summoned creatures to unleash their abilities and begin the demolition process.

Not only did he fail to gather any information on this trip, but the enemy also managed to steal the [Superpower] potion before escaping, which infuriated him greatly.

The big fish successfully escaped and even ate all the bait.

This is outrageous! This is an extreme insult to the Nest-Building Immortal!

"Oh, right." He suddenly clapped his hands, walked to the corner and pulled the Jeko brothers out of the ruins of the private room. He gave the two unlucky guys, who were seriously injured and unconscious, a healing buff as a reward for their hard work in leading the way.

"Boom!"

The heavy door was completely removed by the monstrous strength of the Yaksha Ghost General. The vicious spell he cast was nothing more than a gentle breeze to the high-ranking undead, and it helplessly dissipated into wisps of black smoke, while the bright light of the campfire outside the tavern shone in.

By the light of the fire, a blurry trace came into Zhu Mingyao's view.

He stepped back two paces, reached out and made a grasping motion, and the posters, paintings, curtains... all the decorations on the four walls fell to the ground on their own without any wind, revealing their true appearance that had been hidden.

The faint lines spiral and twist, and even as the pigments have worn away over the years, they can still be vaguely discerned as some kind of hieroglyphics.

A sudden inspiration struck Zhu Mingyao, and he darted out, quickly circling the outer wall and casting seven or eight detection spells into the ground.

"I see..." He reconstructed the layout of the tavern in his mind and suddenly realized:

"This isn't some wilderness bar; it's clearly an ancient pyramid temple buried underground! We're on the very top floor."

Back indoors, he asked the vampire lady to step aside for a moment, and tried hard to recall the archaeological and folklore knowledge he had learned in his past and present lives. He carefully measured the dimensions, then lifted the entire wide red carpet stage to one side, revealing a large square black agate platform.

"Just as I suspected, this temple is protected by powerful enchantments. The spot where Santanic is standing is the altar where the temple priests conduct their ceremonies, and the bloody killings are part of the sacrificial ritual. It is precisely because of this that she was able to take advantage of the terrain to launch an attack far exceeding her true strength!"

Thinking of the damaged magic weapon, Zhu Mingyao clicked his tongue, feeling both relieved and a little heartbroken. If it weren't for the protection of the Three Yuan Palace, he would have suffered a great loss. Who would have thought that a country monster who roams the wilderness would have such powerful abilities?

With your talent, why don't you go out and make a name for yourself in the city instead of staying in the desert and running a shady shop?

He shook his head, clearing his mind of distractions, held the Azure Dragon Peach Staff firmly, sensed the flow of energy, found the right spot, and thrust it in heavily. His powerful magic, like a solid iron pillar, rammed into the precisely operating magic array.

"Clang clang... Crack crack!" A series of strange sounds rang out, and a thin crack appeared under the altar.

A dark golden light surged as the Yaksha demon gripped the floor with its claws, creating a gaping, dark tunnel entrance. A chilling wind swept out, indicating a large underground space.

Chapter 342 Sudden Change in Style

"Wraiths, poison gas, crossbows, firearms... a blend of classic and modern, mystery and science, the layout inside is truly rich."

After the altar was destroyed, the pervasive interference and suppression in the tavern/temple were greatly reduced. With the full operation of the Divine Eye, the many vicious traps in the secret passage were basically exposed.

After examining the Six Ren Divine Calculation in his hand several times to confirm that the danger was within a controllable range, Zhu Mingyao gave his temporary comrade a look, signaling her to move aside.

As a son of a wealthy family, he wouldn't sit under a dangerous roof. Even if he didn't take the traps seriously, he didn't intend to get involved himself. Now that there were ready-made cannon fodder, he could finally put his traditional skills from the Maoshan lineage to good use.

"The living ascend to the yang, the dead descend to the yin; the yin travel on their way, the yang give way..."

Although the bluish-gray Three Pure Ones Bell had developed a thick patina, its sound remained crisp. Dozens of yellow talismans fluttered down and were each pasted onto the forehead of a charred corpse. As the bright red demonic runes flashed, the group of corpses suddenly trembled, and stood up straight as if springs had been installed on their backs.

The hollow eye sockets glowed with a grayish-red hue. Their joints were stiff as iron, their feet motionless and their waists unbending. Only their hands were outstretched, and as the Emperor Bell in Zhu Mingyao's hand swayed, they hopped and skipped in a long line, like characters from a classic fantasy film, and jumped into the cave entrance without hesitation.

First, blood was drawn, then the corpse was refined, and finally, the body was used as a meat shield for landmines. This method of thoroughly exploiting and eliminating the victim would make even the most ruthless and evil demons exclaim in admiration. However, the man and woman present were not influenced by any white leftist or saintly ideology. Instead, they smiled at each other and found each other's methods quite to their liking.

Adapting to the situation, the rule of "ladies first" was reversed. The Yaksha Ghost General, with a beam of silver flame illuminating the way, led the way, followed by Zhu Mingyao and Serena, who followed lightly.

After a long while, the unattended campfire outside gradually died out, leaving only a few dark red embers.

A few unburnt pieces of firewood stood upright, stuck upside down in the gasoline drum. The moon rose on the horizon, casting a long, serpentine shadow on it, which snaked along the collapsed door and crept into the tavern, until it reached the dark, gaping hole.

In the deathly silence, a mature and aloof female voice rang out softly, muttering a few words that sounded both wistful and apprehensive.

After hesitating for a moment, the combination of the fugitive criminal so close at hand and the enormous benefits finally overwhelmed the fear on the other side of the scales in his heart. The shadow trembled and spread straight into the secret passage.

……

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In the natural environment, as the upper and lower ends of the food chain, the nests of venomous snakes and lizards are usually devoid of insects. Although these snake-demon vampires probably do not have similar dietary preferences, they have inherited some good hygiene habits. The long stone passageway is only slightly damp, but overall quite clean.

Of course, this is on the premise that you can ignore the pervasive, cloyingly sweet and strangely fishy smell, as well as the creepy decorations on both sides of the walls:

Wave-like grooves intertwine and crisscross, extending downwards into the unknown distance. The viscous liquid within reflects a terrifying red glow, flowing swiftly without spilling a single drop, as if the law of gravity has lost its effect in this region.

The silver flames, smooth as a mirror, swirled silently behind the Yaksha demon's head, like the halo of a deity in a religious painting. This softened its ferocious aura, making it appear like a guardian deity of the Brahma realm, while also illuminating the secret passage as if it were daytime.

"Miss Serena, if I may be so bold as to ask, you... cough cough, your race is known for its longevity, but have you ever heard of any other Aztec pantheon besides Quetzalcoatl who prefers to appear in the form of a snake?"

Raising his hand, he created a whirlwind, blocking the zombie remains that had been blasted to pieces by the explosive mechanism in front of him. Zhu Mingyao suddenly asked a strange question.

"What did you find?" Even though she looked like a young girl, the vampire lady was long past the age of being angry about her age, and she followed his gaze.

On the tunnel ceiling, a continuous stretch of enormous serpentine reliefs with vertical pupils seemed to be casting a cold gaze upon the two uninvited guests.