The old man screamed strangely, and the fish's waist suddenly bent, twisting into an exaggerated arc, and layers of scales emerged from the fish's body. The demon's deathly counterattack pierced the fish's scales, and it immediately slipped, unable to bear the force, and turned sideways "
It passed by with a squeaking sound.
The demon couldn't help but stare at Shikari Makoto, tilting his head in anger.
"You're so mean-spirited that you're using me as a backstop!" The old man shook his tail in dissatisfaction and laughed sinisterly, "That's fine. Only demons with black hands and black hearts can survive."
"I wanted to burn more candles for my father-in-law, but out of desperation, I messed up the situation." Zhikarizhen said casually, while grabbing the devil's body and trying to put it on the back of the fish, but it couldn't move. p>
The demon frog was stretching out its long tongue that was dripping with saliva, tightly wrapped around the demon man's thigh, and stared at him fiercely with its lantern-sized blistered eyes: "Little demon bastard, why are you not following the rules? Everyone divides the accounts into four or six, do you still want to
Eating alone? Damn fish ghost, where did you bring this stupid young man from? Why don't you teach him some principles of dealing with others?"
Zhikari couldn't help but be shocked, and the old man chuckled: "He's just new here, he doesn't know anything. Newcomers always have a lot of energy." He turned his head and motioned for Zhikari to let go.
The devil frog cursed a few words vaguely, then turned his tongue and cut it like a sharp blade, split the devil's body into two halves, threw the big half to the old man, and inserted the other half into his candle, and then jumped all the way.
And go.
The old man explained to Zhikarizhen: "In order to avoid war and hegemony and build a harmonious and beautiful Pylorus Throat Cage, we several Jiaozhu tribes have established a rule. Everyone has a share in the killing of demons. In fact, demons
Frog had already noticed that we were approaching, but did not alert the demon. Anyway, the demon was dead, and he got more blood."
It suddenly dawned on Shikari that these vortex monsters obviously had bad intentions and regarded the devil as a delicious meal. Of course, the old man was not a good person, and he might betray himself for the devil's blood at any time.
Isn't it always like this between demons? A trace of sadness appeared in his heart inexplicably, and he thought of a heroic move again. This thought came from the demon body and belonged to Zhen Rahu, and was immediately suppressed by Zhikari Zhen.<
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For the young man who walked out of Bailing Mountain, betrayal was natural, and it was ridiculous to be sad about it.
Zhikarima grabbed the demon's body and hung it on a candle. His bleeding speed immediately stopped, and the demon's body gradually shriveled up at a conspicuous speed.
The flames became brighter and brighter, and the horn candle made a "sizzling" sound, as if it was making a satisfied sucking sound. Zhikari saw a few traces of green mud remaining at the corner of the devil's mouth. He twisted a little with his fingers and leaned closer to smell it.
It is "bone mud", with an extremely pungent smell and many tiny hairs growing in it. Bone mud can repair broken bones, and can also cause bones to mutate, and even have a certain chance of giving birth to corresponding magical powers.
"I want more demons, keep looking." Zhikarizhen collected some bone mud, grabbed a few bunches of golden grapes, and swallowed them in one gulp without any scruples. The alchemist talisman seeds turned into precious experience and knowledge.
After pouring it into the mind, the changes in the sea of consciousness continued, and the half-demon corpse shrank significantly.
The old man walked along the rugged rocky beach, going left and right, looking for traces of other demons. Along the way, Zhikari bumped into several yellow-level demons one after another, and frequently succeeded in sneak attacks. Under the desperate counterattack of the opponent, Zhikari
He was injured repeatedly, his ribs were broken, and he was fine after taking Gushengni.
The old man secretly spied on Shikari Makoto, and found out that this demon was already greedy, and his injuries were getting more and more serious. If he had to fight a few more times, he would be close to death.
At the edge of the rocky beach, the old man stopped suddenly and looked forward motionless, a trace of panic passing in his eyes.
Zhikarizhen followed the old man's gaze and saw that beyond the rocky beach, there was a puddled barren field. The sporadic wild millet was scattered and scattered, and the heavy ears of grain were like polished and shiny colorful pearls, round and shiny.
It emits a brighter and longer-lasting halo than a corner candle, illuminating everything around it.
Zhikari Zhen's heart was moved. Could the rice ear replace the horn candle and become the source of light? He felt the tight back muscles of the monster under his crotch, and his mind changed. He did not act rashly and glanced around.
In the grass on all sides of the wasteland, there are four demons hiding in each other, about a few feet away from each other. Three of them are at the peak of the yellow level, and the other is clearly a mysterious level demon. They are riding on horned candle monsters with human faces and rat bodies, greedy
His eyes focused on the glowing wild grain ears.
Like the old man, the four demons did not move, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. From afar, Zhikari saw a straw man with his back turned to him, leaning diagonally in the middle of the deserted field.
A few long wisps of dead grass hang down from the broken straw hat on its head, swaying from time to time.
Zhikari caught a glimpse of the scarecrow's straw hat. Even though he was always calm-minded, his heart skipped a beat.
This straw hat is dry and dirty, with a few small holes leaking on the brim, which is woven from a mess of weeds. The color is also very turbid, and the few long grass waddings hanging down look like entangled hinges, and the red lining can be vaguely distinguished.
Translucent purple color.
Sleeping spring grass!
Zhi Shouzhen's eyes lingered on the grass for a long time, confirming that it was the sleeping spring grass recorded in the shaman classics.
Among the many ancient and mysterious inheritances of the witch clan, the most effective inheritance is not the witch spirit, because the witch spirit is too rare, a special case, and cannot be practiced by ordinary people; nor is it the ancestral witch body refining technique, which is the primary pursuit of body refining.
The first is defense and strength, followed by attack.
The Zhu Youjin spell is the most lethal, but the materials used to cast the spell are very scarce, and they are consumables that can only be used a few times, so they are not durable.
Only the "Weary of Victory and Forbidden Figurines" sacrificial art in Zhutian Thirteenth Record, which combines the strengths of Zhuyou's forbidden spells, witch sacrificial rituals, witch talismans and other arts, can truly be called an offensive weapon without fear of consumption.
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Once this sacrificial technique is refined, the middle Dantian in the body - Huang Ting will give birth to a grass figurine whose reality is difficult to distinguish. The grass figurine uses human sacrifice spells without the need for materials, and various attack methods are endless. The most mysterious thing is that even if the refiner
Even after death, the grass terracotta warriors remain immortal and become another strange existence.
The forbidden figurine sacrificial technique is highly effective in killing people, but it has been ineffective for tens of thousands of years, and no one in the Wu clan has refined it. Only half of the four types of grass used to refine the grass figurines have become extinct in the human world.
Among the four types of grass, honeysuckle can be found everywhere. It has the functions of clearing heat, detoxifying and unblocking meridians, and is available in drug stores all year round. There are not many fireflies, but as long as you follow the flowing fireflies on the night of the full moon in early autumn and find the rot grass that hatches them, you can find them.
The accompanying Yingqiucao.
Withered summer grass and dormant spring grass completely disappeared in the eight wastelands, and the forbidden figurine sacrifice technique became a castle in the air. Zikari's eyes fell to the back of the scarecrow's head. Among the tangled weeds, there were eye-catching yellow-green honeysuckle.
Grass, gray and shiny Yingqiu grass...
Zhikari couldn't help but want to go around and take a look at the front of the scarecrow to see if it was pricked with dry summer grass as black as goose feathers.
There was a "pop" sound, and before he could make any move, the scarecrow's one leg shook and jumped, and he suddenly turned around.