Chapter 8 The whistle is heard for the first time by the lake
True Rahu is a craftsman!
This secret was hidden deep in the memory of the demon body, and it was not until Zhikari saw the wooden sign that it suddenly emerged.
Zhi Qingzhen couldn't help being surprised. Zhen Rahu's real background was actually the captain of the Dongshengzhou General's Mansion, and he was ordered to sneak into the Nanzhanzhou Mo Liqing's mansion to collect information and spy on the military situation.
No wonder he memorized the terrain and stocked up on food and water. This was a retreat that he had already prepared.
Zhi Shou really tied up the skin bag, hesitated for a moment, took out the wooden sign, stuffed it back into the hole, quickly slid to the bottom of the stone pillar, and swept deeper into the ravine.
This place is also a secret stronghold for real Rahu to communicate with Dongshengzhou.
"Really Rahu, you can't jump!"
The current of the river was as fast as an anger, and the long tongue of Kucha rushed out like a poisonous snake, piercing through the real Rahu's thigh, curling up and crushing large pieces of flesh and blood. Densely packed schistosomiasis poured into the wound and burrowed deep into the body.
True Rahu roared in pain, rowed hard with both arms, and swam towards a turbulent undercurrent, and was carried away, widening the distance between the two parties again.
Kusha kicked off his limbs, sending out a rapid wave of water, and chased after him. He wondered in his heart, how could the real Rahu still have the strength to struggle after eating him so many times, with scars all over his body? He just got into the body.
Schistosomiasis is painful enough to drive the other person crazy.
During the chase, Ku Cha approached again, piercing the water waves with his long tongue, wrapping around Zhen Rahu's ankle, and pulling him back. With a "click" sound, Zhen Rahu forcibly broke his ankle bone with demonic energy, pulled out his leg, and moved diagonally.
Fang fled and rolled into a dark mud hole at the bottom of the river.
Kucha rushed in immediately, and blood suddenly burst out. Amidst the screams, Kucha's whole body was broken at the waist. His upper body staggered forward and fell to the ground. He turned his head in disbelief, and two translucent
The thin and sharp thread blocked the mouth of the mud hole, like a constantly trembling sharp blade, and the condensed blood drops dripped down.
"You...here...why...?" Kucha's face was ashen, half of his waist was twitching in pain, and his intestines flowed out along with a large amount of blood.
Zhen Luohu slowly climbed up from the wet mud, with a half-smile on his face: "From the day I joined the General's Mansion, I started to prepare. This Zhuolang River crosses half of Nanzhanzhou, from beginning to end, it is like a trap
There are one hundred and sixty-four in total." He thrust his fingers into Kucha's throat, "Kucha, you are the one who can't escape!"
"Bang!"
Zhikarizhen kicked out, and the stalactite and stalagmite collapsed with a sound. A large plume of thick smoke erupted from the broken place, covering the bat's face fiercely, splashing dense poisonous blisters. The bat screamed and fell from the mid-air, hitting a
The stalagmite with protruding root tip was stabbed through the back and abdomen, causing death.
Zhikari Zhen jumped off the stalagmite to avoid the attack of another bat. Along the way, he was targeted by several bats one after another. He used many traps set by Zhen Rahu in the past to save himself from danger.
The roaring claws of the bat struck from above. Zhikuzhen turned around and walked behind a stone cone, using the terrain to skillfully maneuver with the opponent. Surrounded by Cuiwei's jagged stalactite forest, various stalagmites, stone waterfalls, and stone curtains
Flexing and stretching horizontally and vertically, and crouching in cross directions, the bat had to slow down to avoid those sharp and hard stone edges, and was unable to take advantage of its flying advantage for a while.
"Pfft!" The bat whirled over, and its sharp claws clasped Zhikarima's shoulder, causing a splash of blood. Zhikarizhen grabbed the bat's furry wrist with his backhand, kicked hard with the soles of his feet, and his body fell back like a sharp arrow. Behind him
They were two majestic stalagmites standing side by side, very close to each other, with only a narrow gap of more than half a foot left. Zhikari walked through the gap like lightning, and the bat's wings had no time to close, and they hit the stalagmites on both sides, and the wing bones
They broke one after another and fell down. Zhikarizhen counterattacked and raised his right knee fiercely, crushing the opponent's throat bone.
Zhikarizhen kept walking, passing through the stone forest and passing through a series of caves. The long tunnel began to spread to both sides, forming a steep downward slope. The hillside was full of colorful wild flowers, and the flower stems were tall and dense, like twinkling lights.
Shining waves.
At the foot of the hillside dozens of feet deep, the wonderful underground landscape unfolds like a picture scroll in Zhikarizhen's field of vision: majestic peaks and cliffs, thousands of tall walls, strange caves that stretch through. Ancient rock layers overlap one another,
The terrain overlaps with high and low. Sometimes the terrain is like a huge wave rushing upwards, bending into an arch at the highest point, and extending downward like a spider web; sometimes it is like deep ravines sinking layer by layer, as if they are falling, and countless dangerous paths and gorges are cut through in all directions. A huge lava lake is located in the center of the ground. It is as bright as a golden mirror. The fire slurry rolls like pythons and blooms with dazzling golden flames. The area is covered with dense wild vegetation: green mulberry and fiery red bean.
Zhikarizhen flew straight to the bank of the lava lake. Although the lava lake would occasionally erupt with fire, it could scare away ferocious beasts and more terrifying evil spirits. Many demons and monsters settled around the lake, forming a large gathering place.
Along the way, Zhikari saw all kinds of monsters and devils. Many of them were disabled and old, with wrinkled skin and inadequate clothing. Their movements were slightly slow, and their expressions showed a numbness of indifference to everything. But
If Zikari looked at them a few more times, they immediately bared their teeth and stared, growling lowly, as if they wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from each other even if they died.
Near the lakeside, there are muddy yellow feces and urine everywhere, the sour and oozing internal organs of ferocious beasts, buzzing flies, and honeycomb caves full of barbed traps... Demons and monsters are coming out of the caves.
, there is an endless stream of pairs of fierce, cunning, gloomy and suspicious eyes falling on Zhikarizhen from time to time.
Zhikari is really not worried. There are no monsters, and the demons dare to start a fight easily in the gathering place. Once injured and showing weakness, the eager bystanders will swarm forward and ruthlessly tear the warring parties apart.
"Want to play? Just a low-level magic source, and I'll let you have fun!" A coquettish female demon lay half-lying on the dirt-stained animal skin, stroking her big breasts with her hands, giggling, and asked Zhi
Karima spreads her plump and smooth thighs.
Zhikarizhen's face felt hot, and he quickly got around her. There were many similar witches here, with their bodies half-undressed and half-covered, lying on the dirty animal skins, twisting their fleshy waists, and looking toward the passers-by.
The devil is posing.
Several male demons threw out the source of magic and rushed forward impatiently, suppressing the witch, shaking wildly, and letting out contented and wild howls.
Zhikari was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly walked out, his heartbeat suddenly became a little panicked. Before and after, left and right, he could see the demon's vagina and thighs shaking during fierce mating... He stopped and tried his best to breathe evenly, thinking in his mind
Noisy.
The sound of leaf whistle came suddenly.
It is a simple and desolate piece of music. The whistle is very thin and light, like a piece of wild awning flying in the wind. After listening to it for a long time, it is so heavy that it seems to fall down.
As Zhikari listened, his heart calmed down and he followed the music and walked over.
A female demon in leather armor was sitting on her knees by the lakeside, sitting in the dirty and smelly ruins, quietly playing a leaf whistle.
Her skin was wheat-colored, and when illuminated by the flames, it seemed as if golden silk was burning silently, flashing with a bright and sad light. A fiery red belain leaf was rolled into a whistle and held between her lips. Her red lips were as bright as
Hot magma.
"A heroic move!" Zhikari Zhen cried out. This was a reaction that the demonic body could not suppress. An emotion that Zhikari Zhen could not understand surged out from the depths of Zhen Rahu's memory like a violent sea.
"You're here." Yingzhao put down her whistle and raised her eyebrows slightly. Her eyebrows were long and dense, full of heroic spirit, like cold blades.
Zhikari walked towards the witch step by step. He heard the heart beating in his chest and the blood flowing faster. Zhen Rahu's tone of voice, habitual movements, and secret emotions emerged one by one, blending in seamlessly with his spiritual world.
, gradually merge into one.
In the sea of consciousness, the cocoon of the eight-winged golden cicada trembled violently, and its soul miraculously became stronger.
Zhikarizhen suddenly realized that although his clone was occupied by him, for some reason, the spiritual connection with the real Rahu's body seemed to be unbroken. He could use the subtle connection between the two to stir up the soul of the real Rahu, and bring him back.
It devours it step by step and serves as nourishment for the growth of the wizard spirit.
This is a brand-new spiritual cultivation experience. If he plays the role of True Rahu well, his soul power will benefit from it and continue to grow. But it is also extremely dangerous. He must guard his mind to avoid getting too deep into the role and eventually being betrayed by True Rahu.
Influenced by the character of the mind, one loses oneself.
"My subordinates pay their respects to Mr. Dusi." Zhikarizhen walked up to Yingzhao, lowered his head and said in a deep voice.