Bai Ya got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and kept his eyes fixed on the huge python.
"Without a weapon," he said, "I can't do anything with this knife."
"Have you seen those scales? They are as thick as the city walls of the Wu Kingdom and are invulnerable." Qi Huan also stumbled to his feet, thinking that he might have slipped. Although there was a tree canopy as a buffer, he still did not fall when he fell.
He had time to adjust his posture and fell straight to the ground. Fortunately, Lao Bai seemed to be fine.
"The candle shines brightly in its belly."
"It's probably all turned into a pile of scrap metal!"
"No, that's Shui Wujun's sword. Besides, the pair of swords are of great use to it... Shenghan and the others may be in danger."
The two of them rushed back to the original place. At this moment, Liu Shenghan and Jun Aoyan had been trying to persuade the believers to stay away from this dangerous place. If they were stupid enough and insisted on staying here and not leaving, they would die.
Dead. But the problem is not here, it is that they cannot leave. Those lost people seem to be more sensitive than them. Precisely because they are missing certain parts of their bodies, they seem to be more aware of things that they are not aware of for the time being. They all seem to be trapped
In some illusory pain...
"My hand, my hand hurts..."
"My legs too!"
"The ground - the ground is cracked!"
"There's a tsunami coming!"
Are they all crazy? No one listens to them, as if they can't hear at all. And this is far away from the sea, where did the tsunami come from? Although the ground just shook, it is now much calmer, how can any of them still be immersed in it?
In the tremors? What's even more outrageous are those who cry out in pain, because the place where they feel the pain... clearly no longer exists, it's long gone.
No matter how the believers shouted or fled, they just kept wandering in this area. Lord Yingyue lamented and asked them to leave these people alone.
"They can't hear it," Yingyue Jun said. "Over the years, their hearts have been eroded by the whispers of the python god. Now if you look at it for too long, your senses will also..."
Jun Aoyan looked at Mahuluojia's huge body. Is it an illusion? It was indeed bigger and more twisted than when it first broke out of the ground. It was like a heat wave steaming up under high temperature, but the heat wave did not come from
On its body, it should be some kind of more cold and ruthless existence. So is it the vision that has been deformed, or is it itself such that it cannot be looked directly at?
"...I'm a little nauseous." Jun Aoyan covered her stomach, "It feels like I'm on a ship and it's constantly bumping. But, I've never gotten seasick..."
"Don't look at it." Yingyue Jun said.
Liu Shenghan couldn't help but ask: "How did you seal it in the first place...and how should we act?"
"No matter what we want to do, it is transparent and visible in its eyes. Plans are of no use and we can only rely on instinct." Yingyue Jun frowned, "It is almost impossible to kill it. It is now worse than
In the past, the power was stronger and more difficult to deal with..."
"Aoyan! Shenghan! Yingyuejun—are you all okay?!"
When Qi Huan ran over, he almost fell again, and there was another sharp pain in his waist in order to maintain his balance. The girls watched the two people approaching, and Jun Aoyan stepped forward to help Qi Huan. Liu Shenghan sighed softly.
road:
"Fortunately, it hasn't made any moves yet. Maybe... it's just waiting for us to take action."
"That's so arrogant." Qi Huan rolled his eyes.
"It will deny our plans one by one and defeat us time and time again, just in time." Bai Ya may have figured out the principles of this giant python, "Because it likes despair, it will first destroy our confidence and will."
"
Qi Huan glanced at him: "Then...are you confident?"
"No."
"..."
There was still wailing and chaos around them, and they had to work hard to filter it out through their senses. Jun Aoyan knocked the Mo Dao on the ground hard, and sighed helplessly: "It's too big, my knife is like a branch.
Just as brittle. Magical weapons are also scattered in the ruins, and Lao Bai's knife...is there anything else that can deal with it?"
Qi Huan also raised his head and looked again at the monster that was indifferent to all the ants in front of it. It stared at them lazily, sometimes squinting slightly, like a child who just learned to walk bending down and looking at the busy ants on a rainy day.
.But how do the ants know when this unpredictable human cub will suddenly step down and crush everything to pieces?
Perhaps compared to the panic of the same crowd it has seen, their few relatively calm specialties are more worth watching.
"You reminded me!" Qi Huan suddenly clapped his hands, "Although the magic weapon is not with us,... we can still borrow the power of the magic weapon. I have to try... to talk to it."
Yingyue Jun looked at him: "What should we do?"
"Wait a minute -" Liu Shenghan suddenly remembered something, "You mean, you want to... enter its heart like you communicate with the Tengu? Don't do this, it's too dangerous."
After saying that, the huge python suddenly leaned down. The remaining clods of soil and dust on its body fell rustlingly, and several people took a few steps back one after another. The surrounding believers suddenly seemed to have received some kind of order and stopped.
He stopped and stood there in a daze, motionless. This scene made several people a little scared, but no one ran away.
Maharaja's long head hung down, and its incarnations stepped down. The disgustingly terrifying body was riddled with holes, as if it was controlled by some force that could not be directly seen.
It's... it's not alive. As if it heard Qi Huan's inner voice, the Python God took the initiative to come to them without him needing to say anything.
"Isn't this... Wanqi's family crest?"
Qi Huan suddenly took a step back. Friends looked at him and found that his face suddenly turned pale. What kind of show was this? Qi Huan clearly didn't say anything or did anything. Could it be that Mahuluojia did something? But
It's not like it just stood opposite them and said the only thing.
What is the family crest of the Wanqi family?
It should have known about it a long time ago. Qi Huan has never wrapped a covering on his hand again. From the eyes of Priest Chu, Mahuluojia should have seen the pattern before. Why did it say it now? This is... an ulterior motive
?
Mahuluojia raised a sharp claw and just lightly hooked his fingertips. The back of Qi Huan's hand suddenly emitted a burning flame. He let out a subconscious scream. Qi Huan covered the back of his right hand with his left hand and curled up.
His waist was bent, and the pain was unspeakable. The python god stepped forward regardless, grabbed his right arm, and pulled it in front of his eyes as if it were an object. Wherever it walked, it left carbonized footprints.
"What do you want to do!"
Bai Ya clutched the broken blade and was about to rush forward. The python god raised his other hand and swung it with a red light like a whip, knocking him to the ground immediately. Liu Shenghan went to help him up, and Jun Aoyan held on
She tightened her grip on the knife. But at this moment, Yingyue Jun reached out to stop her. Qi Huan's right arm, which was held by Mahuluojia, although the firelight had faded, was still glowing with bright red.
The mark seemed to be clearer, and some old scars were dimmed. The outermost layer of the mark was a circle of sun discs, with thorn-like flames spreading chaotically and wildly. Inside the sun disc, there was a strange animal, maybe a
Bird. Because it is simplified, it looks a bit abstract. It turns its head over and looks behind it. Its wings and tail feathers are raised high, connecting with the sun. And below, there are three slender legs, which are also connected with the sun.
The sun wheels are connected.
It can be seen that it is probably inspired by the three-legged Golden Crow.
"Are you a descendant of the Wanqi family?" Yingyue Jun looked at him and frowned slightly.
Qi Huan's face was only pale. He seemed to feel no pain, only numbness. After Bai Ya straightened up, he glared at the monster fiercely, and finally his eyes silently moved to Qi Huan's body.
"Pray for... everything?"
"I seem to have heard..." Lian Liu Shenghan was also murmuring.
Jun Aoyan seemed to be unaware of this. She felt baffled by this and looked a little angry:
"What is that? But, but so what?! Did this monster cast a spell on you to make you change your mind one by one? We have been with him all the way, don't we still understand him? And he
Didn't he also be honest with us and tell us about their family affairs? Why do we have to dig into his blood and dig his wounds? We can't... we can't turn a blind eye like we did to mine.
One eye?"
Ying Yuejun's beautiful face had a trace of sadness. Ao Yan did not give up, he came to her in two steps and grabbed her hand:
"Please tell me, you were just frightened by this snake, right? Qi Huan actually..."
"So you didn't tell them."
A cunning smile appeared on Mahuluojia's face, and he was very satisfied with the effect. Qi Huan felt that his strength had been drained. Maybe there were many reasons for this... but he just couldn't stand up. Now, it all depends on
The strength of the python god's hand carried him like a down-and-out dog's forelimbs.
"How could you not tell them?" He whispered, "Aren't they your best and only friends? Aren't they? Or are they not worthy? Not worthy of the blood that has been passed down in your family for hundreds of years..."
"Stop, stop talking..."
He almost begged, but he knew it was meaningless. But his weak voice was clouded by a mysterious force, inducing him to speak. Qi Huan felt that his mind was in chaos, and the only clear thing was that
One thing he remembers is how much trouble his weak thoughts got him into.
"Ah... look, this is so pitiful." It looked at his hand as if it were a commodity, "Such a beautiful family pattern, covered with old scars... We can see how a person's heart is struggling, struggling, and struggling.
Lineage, destiny, hopes, concerns, and the future
The story of how a child who fought to the death for an unchangeable honor gave up! Come and see, the marks scratched by the knife, scraped by the iron brush, and burned by fire... are all so admirable
feat, it’s even more beautiful, isn’t it?”
The nails of his other hand gently scratched the colorless scars, and the brilliance of the family lines flashed.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that it can't be erased." The evil ghost's voice couldn't hear the compassion shown in the words, "No matter how you do it, even if you peel off the skin and dig out the bones, it will continue to appear on all the scars.
, covering all traces, covering up your suffering, just like those small struggles are just riddles dripping into the river. It is still so beautiful...it has never faded since you were born. This vividly restores the rumors of your family -
—Are you satisfied?"
"Are you satisfied with the honor I personally bestowed upon you?"
