The demon was stunned on the spot, and the tense demonic aura couldn't help but loosen, and his fists and claws were pointed at the scarecrow. "Dance-dance?" he asked with his eyes wide open, confused, not understanding at all.
What the other party means.
"Jump!" The scarecrow stared at him, his voice dry and dry, with a hint of the guttural stopper unique to the witch tribe.
The devil's face turned bitter, and he didn't know what to do for a moment. He had heard of "dancing". It was said that this rare thing was found in every general's palace in every continent. It seemed that beautiful witches were allowed to do some weird things.
Action, for the generals to have fun.
But he is just a demon who hangs around at the bottom. How can he be qualified to go to the general's mansion to watch some witch dance? How can he dance if he has never seen it with his own eyes?
The scarecrow yelled impatiently, and shook its two small thin legs of grass stalks, stepped left and right, and spread its arms. At the same moment, the devil's legs shook involuntarily, and his steps jumped up and down, left and right.
Stretch your arm forward, open the five fingers of your right palm, and point your arm far into the sky, exactly like the scarecrow's movements.
String charm!
It was clear to Zhi Shou that the devil had been caught by the string-pulling spell of the Zhu You Forbidden Curse and became a marionette of the straw terracotta warriors, controlled by them. Although the witches who were tired of practicing the ritual of the forbidden terracotta warriors were dead, the straw terracotta warriors were still alive.
The spell was still preserved.
Usually, the grass terracotta warriors can accommodate a total of twelve forbidden spells, corresponding to the twelve ancestral witches at the origin of the witch clan. However, those who give birth to witch spirits can use the grass terracotta warriors and the witch spirits to communicate with each other, and evolve into a thirteenth mysterious one.
Natural spell.
Once the twelve forbidden spells of the grass terracotta warriors are chosen, they cannot be changed. The twelve spells can be cast repeatedly without consuming materials. The backlash will also be borne by the grass warriors, causing no harm to themselves and only consuming a little of their own energy and blood.
That’s it.
Zhikarizhen looked at the scarecrow from a distance and made plans secretly. According to the secret method of the forbidden figurine sacrifice technique, he can use the main ingredients such as spring grass, dead summer grass, Yingqiu grass, honeysuckle grass on the grass figurine, and choose twelve kinds of power.
Use the powerful Zhu Youjin spell to refine a new grass figurine.
But he can also refine the scarecrow, repair it, and directly turn it into his own straw figurine, inheriting its original twelve spells. For example, the immobilization spell cast by the scarecrow is so powerful that not only the materials for the spell are extinct
, even the specific spells have been lost.
The secret method of refining the straw figurine can be said to save time and effort. The disadvantage is that the straw figurine and the caster are not the "original match". There is a little delay in casting the spell, and it takes a long time to cultivate before the two parties can become one.
Which secret method to choose, Zhi Shou really needs to observe the grass warriors again. After all, the choice of the twelve kinds of spells is very particular. You can't just look for powerful attack and killing spells, but you must choose offensive, defensive, and escape spells.
The forbidden spells of different types and special types are reasonably matched to form complementary combat capabilities.
For example, the Scarecrow's immobilization spell belongs to the special forbidden type, the Heavy as Thousand Cruses type belongs to the offensive type, and the string-pulling spell belongs to the defensive type.
"Pa-pa-pa--" The scarecrow sometimes bent down and clapped his hands; sometimes he leaned back and raised his knees, stepping on his feet in turn. The devil followed suit and danced with the scarecrow, unable to stop at all.
Even the demon rat he was riding on was under the string-pulling spell. He stood up and waved his limbs frequently, looking clumsy and funny.
Zhikarizhen sighed softly, the scarecrow's dance was very familiar, it was the traditional sacrificial dance of the Wu tribe.
The demon's eyes were blazing with fire, and the veins on his forehead were exposed. He knew in his heart that he had been plotted by the Scarecrow. But he had no resistance at all. The invisible threads were like densely packed poisonous snakes, tightly entangled in his limbs and muscles.
, blood vessels, internal organs... even the demonic energy in the body is entangled with invisible threads, making it difficult to break free.
The other two demons were still watching quietly. On the deserted field, the figures of the scarecrow, the yellow demon, and the demon rat rose and fell, and the beating and stamping of their hands and feet echoed repeatedly, like distant and old drumbeats.
"Ah - ah - ah -" the scarecrow suddenly opened his mouth and sang hoarsely.
"The rain is dim and the mountains are green, and the clouds are vast and the wild geese are chirping..." The scarecrow's voice is in a wild tone, rising and falling, but it is the tune of the witch clan that Zhi Qingzhen has been accustomed to since he was a child, with an indescribable tone.
The desolation.
Zhi Shouzhen's heart suddenly trembled. He had lived in Jiankang for several months and heard so many Jin songs with perfect accents. He thought it would be difficult for him to hear those distant and old witch ballads again.
The demonic body amplified some of his inner emotions, like a stone thrown into a lake, spreading out ripples.
The scarecrow was still singing to himself, "The road is far away and it is difficult for the wild geese to return. I miss my homeland and have no worries..." Zhi Kaizhen suddenly remembered that once, he was woken up by a heavy rain in the middle of the night and accidentally saw Zhi Ye sitting alone under the bamboo building.
, facing the swaying bonfire, humming the songs of the witch tribe.
He couldn't see his father's face, only his broad and hunched back. The bonfire was wet with moisture, and a few wisps of smoke drifted out, disappearing in the dark rainy night, like one or two lonely geese deep in the forest.
Ming.
That is the lost autumn goose.
Along with Canggu's hoarse singing, the scarecrow's dance became faster and faster. At first, its movements were a little clumsy, and then gradually became more dexterous, like a strange grass elf, singing and dancing to its heart's content in the desolate and lonely field.
Enjoying a hearty carnival.
Huang Mo's movements also became faster and faster, his muscles bulged strangely, his skin turned red, his blood was as hot as fire, and the demonic energy in his body surged crazily, gradually exceeding the limit of operation.
Another thin yellow-level demon suddenly moved.
He was not in a hurry to escape, and slid down the back of the demon rat silently, and the breath on his body disappeared in an instant. But on the back of the demon rat, there was a body that was exactly the same as his.
The thin demon man used a strange gait to slide outwards in a snake shape while keeping an eye on the scarecrow. In just a few breaths, he moved outward more than ten feet without making a single sound.
The Xuan-level demon in the west of the wasteland hesitated for a moment and made no move.
The dancing yellow devil's expression was stiff, his eyes were full of intense fear, sweat was pouring out from the pores on his body, emitting a strong smell of blood.
"Bang!" The demonic energy boiled, and the demon and the demon rat exploded together. The blood sprayed on the scarecrow and was sucked up instantly. The splashed flesh also fell on the wasteland and melted quickly.
Zhikari really saw a few empty wheat stalks slowly heading into the ear, bearing heavy grains.
The scarecrow stopped dancing, "Trash!" it shouted dissatisfied, twisted its neck, and turned to the other two demons.
Unknowingly, the thin yellow devil was close to the edge of the wasteland, and he could escape with just one jump. "Go to hell, you weed idiot!" He turned around and shouted at the scarecrow, grabbed an ear of grain, and uprooted it.
, the body flew several feet into the air and rushed forward.
"Bang!" The place where the devil settled was still in the deserted fields.
Zhikarizhen and another mysterious demon could clearly see that the moment the demon rushed out of the wasteland, he did not jump forward, but turned around and rushed towards the scarecrow, but he could not notice it himself.
Ghost wall-breaking curse!
This is a defensive spell. Zhikarizhen watched the thin yellow demon return all the way and quickly ran towards the scarecrow. The mysterious demon's eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth and sprayed out large clouds of mist, submerging his body.
"Don't move!"
A cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhikarima. He froze, and a tyrannical demonic thought enveloped him, and he locked himself tightly with murderous intent. It seemed that if he made any rash move, he would be killed on the spot.
"Go forward and walk into the fields." The voice behind said.