Chapter 41 The demonic energy of bones is like the sea
Zhikari was really shocked, and he clearly saw the front of the scarecrow.
Its eye sockets are two hollow holes, seemingly empty of anything, but one can clearly feel something strange and elusive flowing inside them, as if they are embedded with two invisible eyes.
Zhikari stared at it and took a few more glances. The soul at the core of the sea of consciousness trembled involuntarily, as if it was about to be sucked out and thrown into the scarecrow's eye socket.
This is an abnormality that occurs when the soul is subjected to strong interference. The sleeping wizard spirit squirmed instinctively, and the soul stabilized. Zhikarizhen immediately looked away and no longer looked directly into the scarecrow's eye sockets.
The old man who was riding astride had already lowered his head and huddled up in a ball. He wished he could crawl into the ground and didn't dare to raise his eyes at all.
Zhikarizhen's eyes fell on the scarecrow's chin. A few strands of dark hay were wrapped around the chin, shaped like goose feathers, with fine feathers on both sides, and twisted turquoise stripes on the edges.
It’s dry summer grass!
This scarecrow is a combination of spring grass, dead summer grass, autumn grass, and honeysuckle. Could it be that it originated from the forbidden figurine sacrifice technique refined by a certain witch clan?
How many years ago did that go back?
Zhi ShouZhen has never heard of any shaman cultivating the forbidden figurine sacrificial technique, and there is no record of it in the shaman classics of Bailing Mountain.
Could it be that it was made by a great witch in ancient times? There might be some records in the ancestral court of the Wu Clan in the wild world. When he thought about it carefully, the jade smoke was transformed by Taoist monks, the golden grapes came from the alchemist, and the scarecrow came from the Wu Clan... The vortex of the earth's veins
Could it be that it was once an ancient cemetery or battlefield, so it left many legacy of the past?
Zhi Shou couldn't help but feel refreshed. If the scarecrow is a straw figurine that was separated from the great witch after his death, then with only a few modifications, he can make the forbidden figurine sacrifice technique without having to search for other precious ingredients. But the grass without an owner
The figurines are very strange. If you want to refine them, you have to spend a lot of effort.
The four demons were still crouching in the field, staring unblinkingly at the scarecrow's chest, showing complex expressions of fear and longing.
A foot-long piece of white bone is stuck on top, like a sharp blade, forcibly piercing the scarecrow's chest. The bones are as white and flawless as translucent jade, shining brightly without even a trace of dust.
Fu Er's expression condensed, and he suddenly flew up more than ten feet, falling silently to the field, and faced the scarecrow opposite, the distance between the two sides was only a few feet.
Fuji's eyes were fixed on the white bones. The lines of this bone were surprisingly smooth, like a spring water sliding down from the top of the mountain. It followed the principles of heaven and earth and flowed naturally. It is difficult for any brush to describe the ups and downs of the water flow. p>
Because the paintbrush is already artificial, how can we fully appreciate the beauty of nature?
Fuji's eyes were as sharp as a sword, penetrating through the white bones, and he could see the bright red bone marrow inside.
The blood marrow is like a crystal clear ruby, showing multiple facets, each facet reflecting a dreamlike luster. Although it is a short section of blood marrow, it is like a vast and boundless sea of blood, constantly undulating and surging.
, releasing extremely pure demonic energy.
It's such a familiar taste... Fuji closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the demonic breath of bone marrow, and couldn't help but stretch out his fangs.
The four demons stared at the white bones, and were firmly attracted by the overflowing pure demonic energy. The blood in their bodies was affected by it, and surged uncontrollably, like hot water that was gradually boiling, and the demonic energy also increased.
.In just a short moment, even the cultivation level increased a little.
The demons all have hot eyes and are ready to move. This white bone is at least the skeleton of a top-level demon, which contains a huge amount of pure demonic energy. If the yellow-level demons absorb it, they can be promoted directly, and they will also be able to fight against the black-level demons.
Great supplement.
But the rat monster they were riding on was so frightened that it slumped in the field and didn't dare to say a word. The monster knew the danger and was unwilling to act rashly for a while.
The scarecrow slowly twisted its neck, and its empty eye sockets seemed to have glances sweeping across Arata and falling on the demons one by one. The four demons were shocked at the same time, and their whole bodies immediately became stiff and unable to move. Even the demonic thoughts seemed to have been killed.
He was frozen in place, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Immobilizing spell! Zhikarizhen's eyesight lit up. The scarecrow immobilized the devil. It was clearly a famous practical spell mentioned in "Thirteen Records of Zhu Tian" - the immobilizing spell. This spell can immobilize the opponent.
Counting breaths puts his body and spirit in a strange state of suspension. The higher the opponent's cultivation level, the shorter the time he will be immobilized.
This scarecrow is indeed a straw figurine made from the forbidden figurine sacrifice technique!
The scarecrow suddenly turned its head and threw it towards Fuji's position, circling back and forth. It seemed that it could vaguely sense Fuji, but it was difficult to see clearly. As for Shikari Makoto outside the deserted field, it was completely ignored by it.
The bodies of the four demons couldn't help but relax. The immobilizing spell had expired. The yellow-level demon in the east corner suddenly yanked the demon rat on his crotch and tried to escape. Although the ears of grain and the white bones were tempting, he saw that
The danger of the scarecrow, choose to give up.
Years of life and death killings have cultivated his decisive and calm temperament, and he chose the right time to escape. It happened to be the moment when the Scarecrow was distracted by Fuji. But the Demon Rat crawled on the ground and ignored him completely. The Demon Man reacted quickly and flew
He used one kick to pick up the devil rat and kicked it hard towards the scarecrow, tempting the scarecrow to divert his attention. He used the force of his other kick to bounce to the ground and fled out of the deserted field, not even reaching for the ears of grain that were within reach.
In mid-air, the demon rat let out a terrifying scream and rushed towards the scarecrow involuntarily.
With a "plop", it suddenly fell straight down, as if it was hit by something heavy in the air, and was pressed into the field, unable to move. At the same time, the escaping Yellow Demon suddenly bent down, slowed down, and staggered as if drunk.
He staggered, as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back. Before he could walk out of the barren field, he was panting like an ox and fell to his knees with a plop, a look of fear and pain flashing across his face.
A curse as heavy as a thousand stones! Zhi Shou recited it silently in his heart.
This is the second forbidden curse cast by the grass figurine. According to the Thirteen Records of Zhutian, the limit of the forbidden ritual of the Yisheng Terracotta Warriors is to endow twelve forbidden curses on the grass figurines, corresponding to the twelve ancient ancestral witches.
Any more and you will suffer backlash from the grass terracotta warriors and endanger yourself.
Only those who give birth to witch spirits can refine the thirteenth forbidden spell.
"Bang!" The demon rat and the yellow demon were completely crushed. Their bones, flesh and blood, and the source of the demon were all shattered into pieces, turning into a pile of rotten paste.
Zhikarizhen's eyes flashed, he leaned down, leaned against the old man and whispered: "The magic rat has not been resurrected. This weird scarecrow can completely kill you race of pyloric throat cages, it is your natural enemy."
The old man didn't answer, his rolled-up fish tail was trembling.
The expressions of the other three demons changed greatly, and they did not dare to run away. The scarecrow did not find Fuji, so he shook his head in confusion and stopped worrying. It took out its skinny short legs and staggered towards the west.
Yellow level demon.
The demon's expression was changing. The demon and the demon rat died inexplicably before. He knew he was no match. But as he watched the scarecrow come forward, his ferocious demonic nature finally overcame his fear. He was running around with demonic energy crazily, and his eyes were trembling.
Red, you have to punch.
"You - dance - for me -" the scarecrow tilted his head, looked at him steadily, and said suddenly.