Lightning flashed and thundered, the wind roared, and the dark clouds piled thicker and thicker like snow, as if they were about to collapse from the sky.
"It's going to rain." Wang Ziqiao patted the crane's neck lightly, and the white crane lowered its head and flapped its wings, quickly flying downwards. The sky was dark and the ground was dark, the mountains and rivers were dangerous, and the vast and dense forests formed an endless wave.
Zhikari Zhen reluctantly opened his eyes and straightened his aching waist. The strong wind at high altitude made his skin dry and stretched, the corners of his eyes were red, and dry tears oozed out. After flying for a day and night, he was already dizzy, tired and sleepy, and his stomach was moving with hunger.
By.
More than ten o'clock raindrops drifted down in the wind. One of the feathers of the white crane was stained with water, curled slightly, and the down faded, revealing a trace of white talisman paper texture.
The white crane gave a clear chirp, accelerating and flew down. "Boom!" There was a flash of lightning in the dark clouds, and thunder seemed to explode above Zhikarizhen's head, making his eardrums swell. Suddenly, a giant bird broke through the clouds and pounced on the white crane.
, the huge scaly claws that poked out "crackled" and flashed with electric light.
It’s the Thunder Sheep Eagle!
Zhikari was shocked and held the dagger hidden in his sleeve. The shadow of an eagle wing more than ten feet long quickly covered the top, and the strong wind blew up, choking his mouth and nose and swaying his body.
The white crane darted sideways, its eagle wings barely brushing the crane's tail. The crane's back swayed, and Zhikarima tilted his body and quickly grabbed the crane's feathers. "Pap, tap, tap!" Dozens of raindrops as big as soybeans fell.
Come on, the white crane's wings trembled and swayed rapidly, and a few wet wing feathers wilted and turned into talisman paper bit by bit.
The Thunder Sheep Eagle swooped down again, and the wind and thunder roared all around.
Wang Ziqiao shook his robe sleeves, and a sparrow suddenly sprang out, pecked at the ram-shaped forehead of the Thunder Sheep Eagle, and then flew away. The Thunder Sheep Eagle let out a thunderous cry, turned around in pursuit, and flew away in an instant. Before Zhikari could really catch his breath, "Crash--" a burst of rain hit his head and face, and the white crane's feathers rolled up in confusion, twisting and turning like a drunkard, falling fast and slowly.
Zhikari bent down and hugged the crane's back tightly. A series of rolling thunder exploded in the sky, and the heavy rain poured down, as fast as a heavy drum, like strips of white whips lashing fiercely. The white crane was instantly soaked, and its feathers could not hold back.
Shrinking, spinning and falling headlong.
"Take it!" Wang Ziqiao shouted, stuffing a few strands of silver hair into Zhikarizhen's hand.
It’s the wind media’s hair!
The white crane rolled into a ball of wet talisman paper. Zhikarizhen felt that his body was empty and falling at a high speed. "Peng!" The silver hair suddenly swelled, like a furry giant umbrella, it opened and swayed with the wind, and the fall suddenly stopped.
Slowly.
Wang Ziqiao also held an umbrella in his hand, floating leisurely. The jagged forest trees kept passing by the two of them, dense and dense, like countless overlapping roofs and car covers.
A red shadow suddenly popped out of the shade, silently, and shot towards Zhikarima's waist. He quickly swung his dagger, and the tip of the dagger passed through the red shadow. A painful cry of "croak" came out, and the red shadow quickly retracted,
A few drops of hot blood sprinkled on the dagger.
The blood was immediately washed away by the heavy rain, but a faint fishy smell was like sparks splashing on the haystacks. "Peng!"
More than a dozen ferocious beast heads rushed towards the shade of the tree where the red shadow was.
"Crackling--" The branches were broken one after another, and the leaves flew out. As Zhikarizhen fell, he heard all kinds of strange roars above his head. "Whoosh!" A green anaconda as thick as a bucket pressed against the trunk of the tree and chased after it.
Next, the vertical pupils as bright as copper bells stared greedily at Zhikarizhen.
Zhikarizhen's heart tightened. This green anaconda had small horns on its forehead and a head like a human face. There were faint signs of turning into a spirit. This kind of giant anaconda that was about to become a spirit, almost regaining its spirit after practicing its energy, was definitely not something he could handle. He
He looked at Wang Ziqiao for help. The other person was staring at him from a few feet away, his eyes were deep and his thoughts were unpredictable.
After a few breaths, the green anaconda crossed Zhikarizhen, arched its neck high, and opened its bloody mouth like a bottomless hole, spewing out a large area of stinking hot air.
Zhikarizhen's eyes suddenly became determined, and he clenched the dagger tightly, ready to fight for life and death. "Squeak——" In the core of his soul, the golden cicada suddenly moved, and let out a clear and melodious cry.
A strange scene flashed through Zhikarizhen's mind: Deep in the earth, the soil was as thick as a quilt, and a golden cicada was hiding in it. Its body was curled up, its eyes were slightly closed, as if it had fallen into an eternal sleep. Its eight membranes
The wings suddenly slow down and then fly, trembling mysteriously, all the life breath in the body disappears, colorless, invisible, tasteless, soundless and unconscious, the golden cicada merges into a part of the endless earth.
Winter cicada hibernation technique!
In an instant, Zhi Shou's sincerity merged with the scene and turned into an eight-winged golden cicada dormant underground. His mental power was like thin and transparent cicada wings, light and agile, trembling with a mysterious frequency curve. At this moment, his heart stopped.
, the breath disappears, the body temperature disappears, and the body fluids all over the body seem to flow together with the overwhelming rain.
Prince Qiao's eyes caught a strange light, and Zhikari actually disappeared from his sight! Colorless, invisible, tasteless, soundless and unconscious. If it weren't for the innate soul sensing ability of the evil demon outside the territory, he would have been unable to capture any trace of the boy.
The green anaconda opened its huge mouth in the air, and its vertical pupils showed a look of human confusion. It was stunned, and its long tail swept past like venting its anger. An ancient fir tree as thick as a bowl suddenly broke and fell downwards.
The six-winged wolf-headed poisonous wasp "buzzed" out and pounced on the green anaconda...
Zhikarizhen is still missing, and the ferocious beasts and poisonous insects lurking around him turn a blind eye. The young man is cut off from all the breath of life, with only one thought of his soul, experiencing one of the inheritances of the Eight-winged Golden Cicada Witch Spirit - the art of winter cicada hibernation. If the essence of the three-legged golden crow is "fierce", the essence of the six-eared macaque is "change", the essence of the nine-headed infant snake is "toughness", then the essence of the eight-winged golden cicada is "hidden". The eight-winged golden cicada witch spirit hides in the nine heavens and hides under the nine earths. It does not have the power of the three-legged golden crow to burn all living things, nor does it have the magical power of the six-eared macaque to transform into seventy-two transformations, nor does it have the nine-headed baby.
The snake has the resilience to die and be reborn. However, it is invisible and hides its whereabouts, and its escape skills rank first among the four spirits.
In the memory of the witch spirit's inheritance, Zhikarizhen vaguely felt that the Eight-winged Golden Cicada also had a ferocious secret skill that defied the heavens. However, it took a long time for the witch spirit's inheritance and his own soul to blend in before he could master it.
Suddenly, Zhikarizhen's vision turned black, and he felt cramps in his internal organs. He groaned, turned pale, and exited from the state of hibernation of winter cicadas.
"Crack, click, click -" Countless branches and vines brushed against his body, and the soles of his feet suddenly touched the ground. Zhikarizhen's body was shaken, and he fell to the ground. He rolled several feet sideways and hit his back with a "bang".
Standing on the tree trunk, my chest felt as tight as a hammer.
As soon as the silver umbrella in his hand touched the soil, it immediately scattered and split, like seeds seeping into the earth. After a while, delicate green dandelion shoots sprouted all around, trembling in the wind and rain.
Wang Ziqiao landed on the ground, picked a palm-sized wild banana leaf, and shook it. The banana leaf grew as big as an umbrella cover, covering most of the raindrops.
Zhikarizhen climbed up holding on to the tree trunk, covering his mouth with his sleeves. He still felt dizzy, his feet were shaking, and his whole body felt weak and weak.
"Young master Zhi, there is no need to hide it. I know you are vomiting blood." Wang Ziqiao came over with a banana umbrella in his hand, his voice falling mercilessly like cold rain, "By becoming a witch spirit, you have already lost a lot of energy and blood. Control the Blood Sacrifice Witch Array,
It overdraws the source and makes things worse. I just used the magic of the shaman spirit, and my whole body's energy and blood are almost exhausted. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."
He stretched out two slender, jade-like fingers, touched the Zhishou True Vein, and shook his head: "If you don't take good care of yourself, you won't survive more than a year."
"Although my energy and blood are exhausted, I can still cast the Zhu You Forbidden Spell again." Zhi Kaizhen looked at Wang Ziqiao, tore off half of his sleeve and threw it into the weeds. The sleeve was stained with blood, which was shocking. A red-headed, blue-bearded centipede.
Suddenly it sprang out from the grass, biting the sleeve with its sharp jaw teeth.
Wang Ziqiao sighed slightly: "You are not afraid of death."
"If I die, that's my life."
"When you are young, you should be frivolous. How can you surrender and accept your fate?"
"What joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death?" Zhi Shouzhen was silent for a moment and said, "No matter it is my late father, Ba Lang or I, we all have the courage to die."
"How can one be brave enough to die?" Wang Ziqiao sneered, "Zhi Ye's death was certainly for the sake of the inheritance of the Zhi family, but it was also difficult for him to shoulder the legacy of his ancestors and seek relief from the heavy pressure. Ba Lang's death was his response to
We are confused and afraid of the world, and we choose to escape. What the two of them did is just a cowardly act! As for you, you didn't even think about what you really want, and you just talked about life and death. At best, you are young and ignorant."
These words were as sharp as a poisoned blade, and they made Zhi Kaizhen's heart bleed. His eyes turned cold, and he looked at Wang Ziqiao solemnly. Wang Ziqiao had no expression on his face: "If you die, how can you be worthy of Zhiye, Ba
Wolf?"
Zhikarizhen held on to the tree trunk and silently looked into the distance. The wind was strong and the rain was pouring, and there seemed to be only a desolate shadow left in the white sky. He wiped the rain on his face and suddenly realized that this place was no longer
Bailing Mountain is here.
Yes, Wang Ziqiao is right. He still has to go on, carrying Zhi Ye, Ba Lang, and the eight hundred-year-old Zhi family on his back, alone and insisting on walking.
Even if he doesn't know how long he will have to walk, and why he will go on like this.
"Please help me, sir." For a long time, Zhi Shouzhen bent down deeply and couldn't bear to bow.
"Save you? This is not part of the deal between you and me." Wang Ziqiao replied calmly.
Zhikari Zhen still couldn't stand up: "Since you, sir, have warned me, you must have a living Zhikari Zhen. You and I can start a new transaction. Isn't this the purpose of your words?"
Wang Ziqiao glanced at Zhikarizhen with admiration. The young man looked haggard, his back was trembling slightly, and his voice was as steady as a rock. He let the heavy rain pour all over his body. Zhikarizhen's flexible and flexible mind alone was worthy of him.
Place a bet.
"It's getting dark, and there are a lot of ferocious beasts and poisonous animals in this area. You and I should have a rest for the night first." Prince Qiao smiled, stepped forward to help Zhikarizhen, and handed the banana umbrella to his hand.
Later, Wang Ziqiao found a leeward rock, groped for a while in the grass at the bottom of the rock, and took out a brown-shelled snail.
"This is a color-changing snail. It can change colors according to the surrounding scene and avoid enemies." Wang Ziqiao held the snail in his hand and said to Shikari Makoto. At first glance, the color-changing snail looks like an inconspicuous pebble, but after holding it in his palm for a moment, the snail
The color of the shell gradually turned to bright white. Wang Ziqiao put the color-changing snail down, and it turned brown-green along with the surrounding weeds.
"It's also the best place for you and me to shelter from the rain. Come with me in." Wang Ziqiao took Zhihuizhen with him and stepped toward the color-changing snail.