The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 184 Asking for help, Wen’s twin evil spirits 2
  A group of black and red things with a strange red light, bypassing the trees and rocks, and rushed over from the forest!

"Formokas!"

A low, strange mantra sounded.

A straight line of blazing red!

Two blazing red straight lines!
  More than a dozen blazing red straight lines flew together, like festive fireworks, drawing bright tracks in the dark mountains and forests.

But what was reflected in Zhu Mingyao's eyes were balls of gray-red fireballs the size of bowls coming towards him.

"boom!"

The sound of explosions shook the surrounding area.

A large amount of scorching fire light rose up, and the heat wave baked the ground, igniting the scattered branches and leaves, and sending out traces of white smoke.

Although the power of this continuous fireball is not comparable to that of an RPG, it is not much different from an old-fashioned grenade. If a flesh and blood body encounters it, it will only end up being shattered to pieces.

Noisy footsteps approached, and a group of mastiff-like beasts roared around the fire. Behind them, several masked figures in black robes quietly emerged.

There is an illusory black chain tied to the wrist of each masked man. The other end of the black chain is bifurcated and hangs more or less a mastiff collar.

If you look closely, you will see that those so-called "mastiffs" are hairless, covered in black smoke, and have a piece of red flesh stretched tightly on the skeleton. They look ferocious and disgusting, with fire gushing out from their large mouths full of fangs. , obviously not a normal creature in nature.

Where they walked, the short shrubs slowly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the leaves of the tall trees slowly turned yellow. This is the origin of the strange autumn scenery here.

A masked man moved the chain with a flick of his wrist, and several strange dogs opened their teeth and claws and pounced towards the fire.

Red stars were flying, flickering and extinguishing, and the flames dispersed, but there was no trace of human remains inside.

The leading masked man suddenly opened his eyes wide, secretly groaning in his heart that something was wrong, and opened his mouth to give orders.

The next second, a blue-black wooden stick fell from the sky and hit him squarely on the head. The masked man was hit with blood from all his orifices and fell down screaming.

With Zhu Mingyao's current physical strength, even if he only exerted two or three points of strength, a sap blow would be enough to blow an ordinary person's head off on the spot. Being able to keep his head intact and even still breathing, this guy is already considered to be somewhat powerful. .

Stretching out one foot, he stepped on the enemy and used the Qi Forbidden Technique to restrain the opponent. Zhu Mingyao looked around coldly and laughed.

"With flames of filthy evil power and a stench like sulfur, is this the legendary hell dog?"

It was obviously just an ordinary question, but it was like some kind of exorcism mantra, which scared the evil strange dogs and backed away with their tails between their legs.

Although these monsters have low intelligence, their keen senses are good at eating, far exceeding that of humans of the same strength.

In their eyes, the young man in front of them is like a mighty wind or a surging river, which can crush itself to pieces with the slightest movement.

But the manipulator behind it didn't have the instinctive alertness of a beast. He just shook the magic chain desperately, urging the strange dogs to come forward and fight.

Forced by the contract, these monsters that looked like hellhounds roared helplessly, then raised their heads, opened their fangs, and spit out balls of flames to hit Zhu Mingyao.

The fierce flames brought up high-temperature air currents, which swept a few falling dead leaves into them, turning them into a black ash in an instant.

Facing the siege from all directions, Zhu Mingyao looked calm. He turned his staff and drew a semicircle, and a white arc light spread out.

"Forbidden! Following the Northern Emperor's order to destroy the demons, all kinds of evil methods will be used to make them return!"

The flaming fireball hit the white light and bounced back quickly, causing the strange dog and the masked man in black to flip over.

He didn't hesitate, and before the enemy could recover, he used his two fingers to throw out a dragon-snake-like silver-white sword light, piercing the body of a strange dog and slashing it into a piece of black slag, and then It turns into a large criss-crossing net, attracting souls and killing people.

Screams and wails came one after another, and in a moment there were only a few headless corpses and piles of fine charcoal ash exuding evil energy on the ground.

Withdrawing the Cold Iron Sword Pill, Zhu Mingyao grinned at the masked leader who was still holding his head and groaning, showing a sinister smile. “As for the living mouth, just one is enough, don’t you think...right?”

……

……

In a secret space made of emerald green light, two figures were leaning together and whispering.

"How long will the effect of [Natural Hermit Orb] last? Why do I feel like it's getting more and more crowded inside?"

Curly-haired young man Sam looked at the dim stone bead in his hand and replied with a bitter look on his face:

"There's only about an hour left, and then we'll be squeezed out."

Dean carefully stroked the wound on his leg that had barely stopped bleeding, and bravely pinched it gently, feeling the stinging pain in response, and breathed in the slightest bit of coolness and said:
  "The potion is very effective. Except for the evil magic that has seeped into it, the injury is much better. Listen, if things don't turn around later, you can find a way to escape on your own..."

"Shh! Someone is coming!"

Sam raised his finger to his mouth, interrupting his brother.

Feeling that they were different from the cultists who had searched fruitlessly a few times before, the visitors this time were wandering around where they were hiding. The two of them looked at each other with apprehension, and quietly pulled out the alchemy from their waists. Pistol, ready for a fight to the death.

"Dong dong!"

A dull knocking sound came in.

"Are they Sam and Dean in there? I'm Miyo who's contacting you."

In front of a strong and thick red oak, Zhu Mingyao tapped the roots of the tree protruding from the ground and asked tentatively.

Seeing that no one answered, he thought for a moment, suddenly started his brass pocket watch and spoke again.

This time there was indeed a reaction, accompanied by a strange fluctuation, a bit of green fluorescence stretched and deformed at the bending and circling roots of the tree, revealing a narrow hole that was both real and illusory.

The muzzle of the black hole poked out first, and a small mirror with wings flew out. After careful inspection, two brown-haired heads slowly stretched out.

Well, the Wen family is a double evil, a classic skin.

Looking at the two people who crawled out, Zhu Mingyao felt a little emotional.

At this time, the Wen brothers are in their prime years and have not yet been tortured into two decadent uncles by the long plot of fifteen seasons.

However, the strength and methods are indeed much stronger than in the original plot. Finally, he is no longer a troll who dominates the world, fighting the devil with salt bullets and daggers...

His eyes swept from the small mirror floating above his head, and then fell on the various equipment hanging on the two men.

He was observing the brothers, and the brothers were observing him.

Sam wiped the dust from his face and thanked hopefully.

"Thank you for your help. Where are the other rescuers? Several of our classmates were kidnapped by cultists..."

He looked around, his words becoming more and more hesitant, "Are you the only one?"

Zhu Mingyao shrugged, pointed his staff diagonally, and a wave of [Yimu Changqi] passed through, and then cast a nectar spell to dispel the black and red evil energy entangled in Dean's wound, making his leg instantly healed. Seven or eight.

Xiao showed off his skills and strength, and he pursed his lips and smiled gently.

"Follow-up support will be here soon, and..." He looked back at the mountains and forests where he came from, and said pointedly:
  "How did you guys know I was the only one here?"

(End of this chapter)