Zhi Shouzhen's expression changed slightly, and there was a bad omen in his heart.
The demonic energy flooded around the wasteland like a huge wave. The earth demon attacked with all his strength, and each wave was higher than the other, urging the demonic energy to be released. He had figured out the reality of the straw man. Although this evil spirit was good at many strange magical powers,
, but the power has a time limit. As long as he relies on his tyrannical cultivation to hold on, when the time limit expires, the power of the magical power will quickly dissipate.
The straw man's use of magical powers was not without cost. After each pass, he noticed that the straw man would pause for a moment before attacking again. It was obviously recovering the consumed mental power. He only needed to calculate the distance between the straw man's magical powers.
With time, you can roughly judge the opponent's mental energy consumption, so you can take advantage of the opportunity to counterattack.
"Bang bang bang -" The demonic energy churned violently, and the ground was lifted up piece by piece. The soil couldn't help but turn and stir. Countless mud chunks spewed out quickly like springs, and were gathered by the demonic energy into overlapping raging waves, one after another.
Rush towards the scarecrow.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of the earth demon's mouth. Although this evil spirit could use its magical powers on the wasteland, it was trapped by the wasteland and could not escape, so it had to fight passively.
A burst of low thunder rolled by, and blue-purple light shone densely. Before the power of Wu Guo Lei Chi's one-step curse, the rolling mud waves of demonic energy were like hitting a solid reef, all shattering. However, the deeper soil layer was dug up
, like earth dragons awakening from the depths of the earth, roaring and turning over, crashing through the earth, and rushing towards the scarecrow continuously.
The entire wasteland turned into a large sunken pit, and the wild millet was uprooted and swept into the undulating mud waves. Shikari Zhen, the old monster man and the mysterious demon lying on the ground were also deeply affected, washed away by the mud waves of demonic energy.
I was rolling around, my head was gray, my whole body was in pain and my bones were about to break.
Only Fuji stood proudly with his hands behind his back. As soon as the muddy wave of demonic energy approached his side, it immediately turned into invisible energy and evaporated and dissipated. However, the devil was not aware of this.
After about ten breaths, the scarecrow once again cast the One-Step Curse of the Thunder Pond. Zhikari saw it shaking a few times, as if it was about to fall, and even a few strands of dead grass fell off its chest. It was obvious that he could no longer hold on.
Immediately pretend to climb out of the mud pit, dig the ground with both hands frequently, and use the drum language to convey the sound to the scarecrow.
The old man secretly raised his head and glanced around quickly with the corner of his eye. He was not afraid of any heavenly or earthly demons, but he was really afraid of the scarecrow. Now that the scarecrow was suppressed and at a disadvantage, it couldn't help but feel refreshed and its eyes became active. Several broken wild millet plants rolled past his eyes, and the ears were bright and attractive. The old man plucked up the courage, grabbed the ears suddenly, and quickly lay down and pretended to be dead.
Zhikarizhen glanced at the old man from a distance and turned his attention to the battle situation again.
The demon's offensive was like a landslide and tsunami, becoming more and more fierce. Clusters of peach blossoms bloomed one after another, and were submerged by the muddy waves. Even if the scarecrow exhausted his mental power and continuously cast escape spells, every tiny corner of the wasteland was filled with demonic energy.
Covered by mud waves, there is nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape.
"Bang!" The mud waves splashed heavily, and the demonic energy was like thousands of horses galloping, attacking the scarecrow in turn from all directions. It was unable to use the one-step curse of Wu Guo Lei Po, and the demonic energy continuously hit it, like hitting an empty phantom.
Go straight through without any hindrance.
Even so, the Scarecrow still stumbled as if he was drunk, as if he would fall down at any time, and he was obviously seriously injured.
The old demon's injuries were also not good. He released all the demonic energy without reservation. The bead-embroidered dark knot curse, tarsal maggot curse and many other forbidden curses in his body could no longer be suppressed, and his belly became more and more bulging.
The fetus was moving violently, the cracked skin was constantly leaking fishy pus, and the squirming eggs were densely packed.
Zhikarizhen began to crawl, quietly approaching Fuji. If the grass figurine could hold on for a while longer, the earth demon would have completely consumed the demonic energy, causing the forbidden curse to completely break out.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The Arata kept sinking downwards, and the mud waves surged crazily, pressing on the scarecrow with overwhelming force and trapping it firmly. The earth demon carried the torrential demonic energy and pounced on him. His fighting experience
How rich, strive for quick victory and kill the straw man as soon as possible.
Suddenly, a figure jumped up quickly, jumped out from the side, and hugged Old Demon.
It’s the dying Xuan Mo!
At the same time, the scarecrow also made a false move towards the old demon.
String charm!
Xuan Mo's pounce was completely beyond Earth Demon's expectations, but his cultivation level was a whole level higher than that of his opponent. Although he was not frightened, he ducked to the side and slapped Xuan Mo's head with his left hand, avoiding and counterattacking at the same moment.
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Immobilizing spell!
The Scarecrow let out a low drink, and the Old Demon's movement to the side couldn't help but stagnate. The Xuan Demon hugged his calf, buried his head and bit it hard.
Earth Demon's expression changed greatly, and with a "bang" sound, he smashed Xuan Demon's head to pieces with his palm. He glanced at his calf, and saw bloody tooth marks embedded in the skin. It was extremely itchy, and fat maggots were eager to move on the wound.
. He couldn't help but scratch it, and a layer of skin peeled off, and the muscles inside were completely festered, falling down softly like tofu dregs. Countless terrifying maggots went in and out, sucking the flesh and blood.
The old demon roared loudly, no longer caring about his injuries, and rushed towards the scarecrow with all his strength. As long as he killed this evil spirit, there would be no need to worry about his injuries.
Mutations reborn!
A bright white monkey spirit jumped into the air, one step ahead of the earth demon, stretched out its claws to pinch the bones on the scarecrow's chest, and shook its tail at him in a demonstrative manner.
The old demon was stunned for a moment, and then he became angry. The reason why he fought with the straw man to lose both sides was just because of these mysterious bones. How could he tolerate the treasure being robbed? Just as the old demon was about to strike away with his palm, he made a cute sound.
Pull out the bones and throw them in the direction of Fuji.
The bones flew over Bu Er's head, and Zhikarizhen appeared behind Fuji, stretched out his arms to grab the bones. The old demon couldn't see Fuji, only saw Zhikarizhen with an excited look on his face, cheering and stuffing the bones into his mouth. The old demon roared wildly and knocked Mengmeng away with one palm. Immediately, it was filled with demonic energy and turned towards Shikari Zhen.
Fuji, who was standing in front, was the first to bear the brunt. He frowned subconsciously, and the invisible and colorless sword energy shot out of the air and passed through the Old Demon's belly.
Blood spurted out, and the old demon screamed and fell down. The sword energy twisted his lower body into a flying blood mist. Only then did Fuji react and snorted coldly, knowing that he had been used in vain by Shikari Masa. Zhikari rushed over, his five fingers bent like hooks, and his broken fingers grabbed the old demon brazenly.
Immobilizing spell! The scarecrow forcibly cast this spell repeatedly. For a moment, his mind was exhausted, and he slumped to the ground. A burning smell wafted faintly from the hole exposed in his chest.
Before Old Demon had time to react, Zhikarizhen's claws grabbed his neck and twisted it sharply. With a "click", Old Demon's head rolled off, and blood mixed with pus spurted out from the neck cavity.<
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Zhikarizhen looked at the scarecrow with twinkling eyes. It had already suffered heavy injuries, and it became even weaker after pulling out the bones. It was the right time to refine it.
"Calling the soul!" The scarecrow looked at Zhikarizhen and suddenly screamed.
Zhikari was slightly stunned, not knowing what it wanted to do. But it didn't matter. The old demon was killed, the grass figurine was seriously injured and critically injured, and he became the biggest winner. As for the old monster, he can continue to use it.
The scarecrow looked at Zhikarizhen blankly for a while, then slowly turned around, looked at the blurry and indistinguishable distance, and stopped talking.
Zhikarizhen looked at the lonely back of the terracotta warriors and felt in a trance.
In this remote place of dreams that is far away from the ancestral home of the Wu clan and may never be reached, the figures of the grass terracotta warriors look back into the distance alone, silently connecting with Zhi Ye in their memory.
The soul returns...
Zhi Shou really seemed to have returned to the Diaojiao Bamboo House on Bailing Mountain again. The cold night of late autumn was between father and son, and the endless torrential rain was between father and son.
Zhiye always forced him to memorize the complicated Zhuyou Forbidden Curse and the Secret Book of the Witch Clan, and forced him to perform the Xuji Nailed Soul Forbidden Technique over and over again. But he always did it without saying a word, as if he was talking to Zhino.
Jin. If he couldn't help crying or screamed in pain, he would lose.
Now that I think about it, it was really childish and ridiculous at that time. When I think about it again, I feel a little unspeakably sad, and there is also a trace of unexplained sadness and joy.
But no matter what he thought now, he still walked away quietly that night, leaving that lonely figure behind in the same lonely rainy night.
Now he knows what Zhiye wants as he silently looks into the distance.
It's like he knows what Cao Wu wants.
"Evocation!"
Zhi Shou was silent for a long time and chanted in a long voice.
The scarecrow turned his head and stared at him silently, with surging waves rising from the dark eye sockets.
Zhikarizhen also looked at it quietly. Following the ancient soul-calling ritual, he faced the terracotta warriors, grabbed a handful of soil, and stepped backwards.
"The soul is back!"
He called to the grass figurines and scattered the soil in all directions.
"When the soul comes back, we can't stop in the north.
It's freezing cold and frozen for thousands of miles.
The house is warm and the fire is bright.
The soul has returned, and the south cannot stop.
It's rainy and dark, the mud is wet and the horses are slippery,
The home is full of orchids and the scenery is beautiful.
When the soul comes back, the East cannot stop.
The desert is vast and barren, and the rivers are drying up.
The fields are rich and the rice is fragrant.
The soul has returned, and the West cannot stop.
Fierce beasts are everywhere, and traitors are in power.
Family members are waiting in their colorful clothes..."
Zhi Quzhen stepped on the steps of a witch, and his desolate tone was ups and downs. He hesitated for a moment, and then walked towards the grass figurines.
If I could go back to that rainy night...
Suddenly, Fuji was shocked and stared at Shikari Makoto in disbelief.
I don't know when, a wisp of invisible, colorless and vague sword energy rose up from Zhikari's real body, lingering around him, like a wanderer wandering abroad, a wisp of lonely soul returned leisurely, lingering in his hometown.
Disperse.
This is a sword born from God, born from emotion, and made from thought!
This is invisible and true swordsmanship!
Fuji was dumbfounded and stopped talking.
"The soul is back!" The grass terracotta warrior suddenly screamed, stretched out his arms tremblingly towards Zhikarizhen, and fell to the ground, without any trace of breath.
The lingering sound of the soul-calling sacrificial music echoed all around. Zhikari stood alone on the deserted field, as if looking at Bailing Mountain across thousands of mountains and rivers, without speaking for a long time.