The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 202 The Road to Hajj
  "One piece for you, one piece for me, one piece for me, one piece for her..."

"You bastard, you did it on purpose, right? If you divide it like this, you obviously got more than half!"

Walking on the jungle path driven by the Yasha ghost, Zhu Mingyao held the antique jewelry he had collected and teased Madison with a smile.

The quality of this treasure is indeed of the highest quality. Under the long-term nourishment of the remaining divine power of the statue, it has developed spirituality. After a little processing, it can be transformed into pieces of magical artifacts.

Looking at the angry red face of the arrogant blonde girl, he was about to make another joke when his eyelids suddenly twitched and he turned to look at the stone city with only a vague outline left, feeling something strange in his heart. .

"Hey, bring it to me!"

Before he could delve into the reason carefully, he felt a light touch in his hands and saw Madison swaying her twin ponytails proudly and running to the front with a bag full of jewelry.

“Well, Zoe, this tourmaline pendant matches your style very well…

That gold belt is too ugly, but the ruby ​​on it is very pure..."

"Ah... this fire opal is so big and beautiful, even better than the one my aunt collected!"

The sound of the two little girls enthusiastically dividing the spoils dispersed Zhu Mingyao's thoughts. Regarding the whim just now, he just sent his subordinates back to explore from a distance, and then continued on his way.

After all, the secret realm is full of dangers, and there are countless similar reactions in a day, so how can we truly investigate each one?

Across the junction of the coast and the jungle, the vegetation suddenly becomes denser, with a large number and various types, including trees, shrubs, ground covers, ferns, fungi, and mosses.

Under the influence of the laws of the divine realm, these colorful plants even grow in a manner that would make botanists scratch their scalps, regardless of climate and latitude.

North American jack pine stands side by side with red sandalwood from the Amazon rainforest;

The emerald green Asian moso bamboo and the fiery red European red maple complement each other beautifully;
  Under the cold-tolerant alfalfa, several skeletal pods of Trichocystis fungi that love heat and humidity arched out of the ground.

Coupled with the many insects and animals coming and going, it is a wonderful sight of all kinds of animals competing for freedom in the frosty sky.

It's just that the people walking through it don't feel so comfortable.

The tall tree crowns like green clouds on the top stretch to their fullest, taking in all the gifts of the sun. However, the ground loses the sunshine, and the fallen leaves of countless years have no choice but to pile up layer by layer, gradually becoming moldy under the surrounding moisture. become rotten.

These leaves look like a thick pile, soft and flat, but in fact, except for the thin layer on the surface, the underground has already been decayed. As long as you step on it lightly, the pulpy, soft and putrid mud will suddenly rise up like a swamp. calf.

Numerous flesh-colored worms as thick as fingers were hidden among them, and they stretched out their sharp mouthparts to poke around. They looked like they were tired of humus and wanted to change their taste. The sight of them made several people feel sick.

Zhu Mingyao alone is fine. With his current level of cultivation, he can use his true energy to step on Ye Feizong's chic style far better than the so-called martial arts masters. However, the two little witches do not have this ability. If it were not for the narrow gap in the forest, it would be difficult to dodge. After a while, they had already taken out the flying carpet and sat on it.

Seeing the predicament of his companions, Zhu Mingyao didn't want to show off his skills. He rummaged in his treasure bag, took out two small deers made of green bamboo branches and woven cogongrass for their fur, and threw them on the ground. .

Amidst the white smoke, a strong white deer with jade-colored short horns on its head and a smooth body jumped out.

The art of lifting and flying in the Immortal Way is often given the name of "Spirit Flying Skill". When broken down into the authentic Taoism, it can be divided into dragon flying, tiger flying and deer flying. As for the extension to side sects and heretical practices Inside, there are even more horse-flirs, eagle-flies and the like.

These two hazy white deers are the magical objects that Zhu Mingyao used to sacrifice with the deer flying technique. Although they are not as capable of flying as the grass dragon refined by the dragon flying technique, they still have three inches of white smoke to support their four hooves. It can run as fast as a galloping horse, leap up and down far better than a blue sheep, and can climb mountains and wade in water as if it were on flat ground. It can be called an all-terrain electric donkey and a personal hovercraft.

After calling the girls to get on their mounts, Zhu Mingyao whistled, activated his magic weapon, and followed the Yaksha ghost general [Jiesen] who was cutting through the thorns and clearing the way ahead. Even with the help of mounts, which saved them from the hardship of trekking, the complicated environment still caused a lot of trouble for the three of them.

A thick musty smell floated up from the ground, like a rotten rag that had not been washed for many years covering the mouth and nose, and the stifling smell penetrated straight into the respiratory tract.

The palm-sized venomous mosquitoes had thunderous wings and raised their long, shiny beaks. It was probably the first time in their lives that they encountered prey without fur protection. Their excited posture was like that of an old bachelor who had been holding back his whole life and rushed forward in a hurry. Come up here and see the blood.

Zhu Mingyao was forced to give up his original plan of quietly entering the village, and ordered the Yasha ghost to fully activate his aura to frighten these micro-vampires.

The powerful evil spirit of death swept through, and the effect was surprisingly good. Mosquitoes, flies, poisonous insects retreated one after another. Even the groups of long-tailed mice hiding underground peeled away the dead leaves and soil above their heads, and fled to other places with their families. , the ground was turned into pits for a while, revealing the original appearance below.

"Huh?" Zoe exclaimed softly, and a spiderweb as tough as fine steel fell down. She grabbed it hard and flipped up a large piece of muddy branches and leaves.

"Look!" She pointed at the things that appeared.

Underneath the dead branches and leaves, pieces of polished granite slabs were lying quietly, being built into a neat road, winding into the distance.

"The direction is extending from near the seaside city towards the island. It should be the pilgrimage road to the core palace of the gods!"

Zhu Mingyao used the Five Elements Taoist Technique, pushed aside the debris blocking the road, walked dozens of meters forward and backward, carefully distinguished it, and said happily.

With road guidance, there is no need to blindly bump around.

He pulled out the peach stick with high spirits and pointed it, and the Yin soldiers turned into whirlwinds that rose and fell, blowing away dead branches and soil, and exploring the direction of the stone road ahead.

"Let's go! The end point over there must be the holy city of [Teotihuacan]!"

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"Sir Michael... I'm sorry, I, I really can't hold on any longer and can't continue to follow you on adventures."

The blond combat priest bent his knees and half-crouched, panting rapidly, holding his nail-headed scepter upside down on the stone beside the stream at his feet, and beads of cold sweat like sesame seeds appeared one after another on his forehead.

The clear water flowed slowly, suddenly falling more than ten meters in front, and fell into a wide mountain stream.

The huge mountain stream seemed to have been cut open by a god with a sword. It was hundreds of meters wide. The cliffs covered by vines on both sides were as smooth as mirrors. A strange gray-black mist floated at the deep bottom, making it difficult to find out.

He took a sip of the cool water vapor rising from the creek and calmed down. He felt that the holy power in his body had been suppressed to only 10% or 20%. After a while, he might not even be able to use his trump card to save his life.

The pastor gritted his teeth and weighed it again and again. However, his desire to save his own life still outweighed his respect for his "companions" and he had the courage to raise an objection.

The young wizard with black hair and black eyes stretched out his head and looked at the mountain stream fed by several creeks in front of him. He suddenly thought about something, then slowly turned back and said with a smile:

"Well, let's go take a look at the rope bridge over there, and then your mission will be completed."

(End of this chapter)