Zhikarizhen's heart suddenly trembled, and his fingers spread out like hooks. A violent emotion couldn't help but rush out of the demon body's heart. He wished he could fight back on the spot and tear this guy who threatened him into pieces.
This is the innate nature of demons. They are willful and capricious, and do not know how to tolerate it. Zhikari Zhen suppressed his restless mood forcibly. The other party was able to approach behind him unnoticed and lock himself with tyrannical demonic thoughts. His strength was at least
At the peak of Xuan level, it is even better.
He has no sword in his hand, and he will definitely die if he fights hard. Moreover, Zhiqiu really can't hear the opponent's specific location based on his voice alone. This demon's voice is wandering, seeming to keep changing positions and not staying in the same place, showing his sophisticated combat experience.
.Zhikari Zhen only knew that he was behind him, but the distance between the two sides and the angle of deviation were difficult to judge. Even if he wanted to make a violent move, he had no way to start.
Zikari kept his limbs still and nodded slowly, indicating that he was obeying the other party's instructions. This demon must be interested in the scarecrow, so he forced himself into the field to serve as cannon fodder for the test.
"Go forward, don't stop!" the voice behind continued. The demonic thoughts were like a heavy mountain, firmly suppressing Zhikarizhen, making it difficult to even breathe.
Zhi Qingzhen tried to move the mermaid monster under his crotch, but the old man stayed in place, saying nothing and refusing to move.
"Old man, I've sent you thousands of miles away, but you'll have to say goodbye eventually." Zhikarizhen stepped down from the fish's back, patted his forehead, and sighed: "But I really can't bear to leave you." He suddenly took action and grabbed him.
The old man's neck, picked him up in his hand, and dragged him towards Arata.
The old man's face turned pale, and he kept twisting and struggling. Zhikari ignored his pleas for mercy and walked forward step by step. When he was about to set foot in the deserted field, a gloomy demonic aura suddenly approached from behind and clung to him like lightning.
back, and then to the neck.
Zhikarizhen's heart sank slightly. The demon behind him was clearly afraid that he would lose control after entering the wasteland, so he sent out a wisp of demonic energy to possess him, threatening him at all times.
The demonic energy slowly changed, like a slender rope, quickly wrapping around his neck several times. Zhikari Zhen's footsteps stagnated, and he stopped at the edge of the deserted field, assuming a hesitant posture.
"Go in!" The demon urged sternly, and the demonic energy changed again, condensing into the shape of a sharp spike, pressing hard on the back of Zikakarima's neck, poking forward, forcing him to move.
This way of controlling and changing the magic energy is quite clever. While Zhikari was thinking about the trick, he stepped forward and stepped forward onto Arata.
There was a "buzz" sound, and a hornet's nest seemed to have exploded in Zhikarizhen's ears. Countless garbled Wu clan dialects rushed in, buzzing: "What are you doing?" "Guawazi, come and sit down for a while!"
"This steamed meat cake is so delicious..."
At first, Zhi Shou really thought it was some kind of witchcraft secret that was passed down from generation to generation. After listening attentively for a long time, he realized that it was just some intermittent household gossip and was of no use.
The old man looked horrified. When he first heard such strange witch dialect, he thought it was a roar of evil creatures, and his mind was thrown into confusion.
The demonic spikes retracted again, forming a long and slender collar, and wrapped around Zikari's neck. He walked diagonally for about ten steps, deliberately made a semicircle, turned slightly sideways, and saw at a glance
The devil standing outside the deserted field.
It was an earth-level demon, also wearing a dark green bitter fern robe. He was tall and thin, with protruding forehead and eagle eyes. There were clusters of black flame patterns on both sides of the corners of his mouth. Zhikari felt something in his heart, the earth demon was a fern.
Yan Ju Loach's ship's passenger, Zhikari had seen him on the deck before.
The old demon glanced coldly at Shikari Makoto and stopped hiding his figure. A lowly yellow demon was controlled by his ever-changing demonic energy. His life and death were at his discretion, and he could only obey his orders.
Zhi Shou turned around quietly, and the demon used himself to test the scarecrow. He would never kill him unless it was absolutely necessary.
At this time, the thin yellow devil was still running in the deserted field. He ran around the scarecrow quickly and around, looking left and right, reaching out to grab all around, trying hard to hold it in his arms, as if he was fishing for a lot of rare treasures.
, with a greedy smile always on his face.
Finally, he stopped out of breath, bent down and buried his head, grabbed the loess mud on the ground with both hands, stuffed it into his mouth one after another, and devoured it like a starving ghost reincarnated.
The ghost's curse! The ghost's curse to starve to death!
Zhikarizhen looked at the yellow devil from a distance. The ghost charm, the starvation curse and the ghost wall-breaking curse formed a special, offensive and defensive "three ghosts slamming the door". The three kinds of blessings were complemented by ghost curses and were powerful.
Multiply and plot people invisibly.
The skinny little yellow devil completely lost his mind, and his belly became more and more bulging as he ate, turning into a raised ball, but he still kept digging and chewing, eating non-stop.
With a muffled sound of "bang", the yellow devil's belly exploded, opening a large hole. Blood spurted out, winding and converging into a stream, extending to the feet of the scarecrow and disappearing.
At the same time, the body of the yellow demon riding on the back of the demon rat trembled slightly, its dull eyes suddenly opened, and with a flash of vision, he was about to escape.
Zhikari was really surprised. This yellow demon was not dead! He had also left a backup plan to escape. He was worthy of a demon who had experienced life and death. This skill was probably his innate magical power, which could help him escape in critical moments.
Convert your soul between your body and your true body.
"Bang!" Before the yellow demon on the back of the demon rat had time to escape, its belly suddenly bulged and exploded, and the demon rat and the demon rat were exploded into minced flesh and blood.
Implication curse!
Zhi Shou is really powerful. The Implication Curse is known as the Curse of Exterminating Households. Only the patriarch of the ancestral family of the Witch Clan is qualified to practice it. Once the body is exposed to this curse, the clones, pet animals, and even direct blood relatives connected to one's breath will be severely affected.
Or we may have small connections, and we will suffer together.
No matter how many clones the Yellow Devil has to transfer, they will all be completely dead.
A large fog rose from the wasteland and filled the air, blocking Shikarima's sight. He was the last surviving Xuan-level demon. He was hidden in the fog and seemed to be drifting here and there with the thick fog, back and forth.
Ups and downs.
Zhiqiu Zhen said calmly, the Xuan-level demon was wandering around in the thick fog. It was obvious that he was not just trying to escape, but was still greedy and waiting for an opportunity to attack the scarecrow.
This kind of fog trick is also novel and can deceive most opponents, but trying to deceive the scarecrow is like a fool's dream. Because the straw figurines are neither virtual nor real, neither life nor death, the fog transformed by the mysterious demon has not yet broken away from the virtual and the real.
Category, it is hard to escape the feeling of grass warriors.
The scarecrow suddenly shook his head and made several strange noises.
After a while, the thick fog gradually stopped churning. After a while, the fog gradually dissipated, revealing Xuan Mo's figure. He was lying on the ground, supporting his chin with his elbow, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and he dozed off.