Lightning and thunder roared, turbid winds howled, and dark clouds became thicker and thicker like snow, as if they were about to fall from the sky.

"It's going to rain. Wang Ziqiao tapped the crane's neck, and the white crane bowed its head and flapped its wings, and flew swiftly downward. The sky is dark on all sides, the mountains are treacherous, and the dense forests are connected into an endless undulating wave.

Zhi Hunt Zhen barely opened his eyes and straightened his sore waist. The strong wind blew the skin dry, and the corners of the eyes were red, oozing dry tears. After flying for a day and a night, he was already dizzy, tired and sleepy, and his stomach was squirming with hunger.

A dozen pieces of rain floated down with the wind, and one of the feathers of the white crane was dipped in water, curled slightly, and the fluff faded, revealing a trace of white rune paper texture.

The white crane let out a sigh and flew down at an accelerated pace. "Boom!" There was a flash of lightning in the dark clouds, and the thunder seemed to explode on the top of Zhikashi's head, shaking his eardrums. Suddenly, a giant bird broke through the clouds and pounced on the white crane, and the huge scale claws that poked out "crackled" and flashed with electric light.

It's Thunder Sheep Hawk!

Zhi Hunt was really startled, and held the short dagger hidden in his sleeve. The shadow of the eagle's wings, which was more than ten feet long, quickly covered the top, and the wind blew suffocating the mouth and nose, and the body swayed.

The white crane flashed to the side, the eagle's wings only swept the crane's tail by a millimeter, the crane's back shook for a while, and Zhijiazhen's body was crooked, and he hurriedly grabbed the crane feathers. Dozens of soybean-sized raindrops fell, the white crane's wings trembled, swaying rapidly, and a few wet wings wilted, turning into rune paper little by little.

The Thunder Sheep Eagle swooped down again, and the wind and thunder were raging all around.

Wang Ziqiao shook the sleeves of his robe, and a sparrow suddenly burst out, pecked at the head of the thunder sheep eagle ram, and then flew out. The Thunder Sheep Eagle let out a thunderous cry, turned around in pursuit, and flew away in an instant.

Without waiting for Zhi Hunt to really breathe, "Bang la-" A torrent of rain struck down his head and face, and the white crane's feathers rolled up in a mess, like a drunken man, falling quickly and slowly.

Zhi Hunti lowered his body and hugged the crane's back tightly. A series of rolling thunder exploded in the sky, and the torrential rain poured down, like a dense drum, like a whip of white flowers and whips violently. The white crane was soaked in an instant, and its feathers couldn't help shrinking, and it fell down with a whirl.

"Hold it!" Prince Qiao snorted, shoving a few strands of silver hair into Zhi Kaji's hands.

It's the hair of the wind media!

The white crane rolled into a ball of wet rune paper, and Zhi Jia Zhen only felt that his body was empty, and he fell down at high speed. "Peng!" The silver hair swelled suddenly, like a huge fluffy umbrella stretched out, swinging in the wind, and the fall suddenly slowed down.

Wang Ziqiao also held an umbrella in his hand, floating leisurely. The jagged forest kept passing by the two of them, dense and lush, like countless overlapping roofs and car covers.

A red shadow popped out of the thick shadow, silently, and shot at Zhijia's waist. He swung his dagger quickly, the tip of the dagger slicing through the red shadow. A cry of pain came out, and the red shadow retracted sharply, and a few drops of blood spilled on the dagger.

The blood was immediately washed away by the heavy rain, but a faint fishy smell was like a spark splashing on the haystack, "Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" "Peng!" Zhijia Zhen saw the canopy of the trees on all sides churning, surging like waves, and more than a dozen fierce beast heads appeared, frantically pounced on the shade of the tree where the red shadow was.

"Crackling—" The branches snapped and the leaves flew out. As Shin Shikari fell, he heard a strange roar overhead. "Whoosh!" a green cockroach as thick as a bucket clings to the trunk of a tree, chasing straight down, and its vertical pupils as bright as copper bells staring greedily at Zhi Karizhen.

Zhi Hunt's heart tightened, this green beetle had small horns on its forehead, its head was like a human face, and there were faint signs of turning into a spirit. This kind of giant worm that is about to become a refinement, almost practicing qi and rejuvenating his spirits, is definitely not something he can handle. He looked at Wang Ziqiao for help, and the other party was staring at him from a few feet away, his eyes deep and unpredictable.

After a few breaths, the green snake crossed the Zhijia Zhen, arched its neck high, and opened its bloody mouth like a bottomless hole, spewing out a large area of fishy heat.

Zhi Hunt's true eyes suddenly became resolute, clenching the dagger, wanting to fight for life and death. "Squeak-" At the core of his soul, the golden cicada suddenly moved, letting out a clear and melodious long roar.

A strange scene flashed through Zhijiazhen's mind: deep in the earth, the earth was like a quilt, and a golden cicada was hidden in the middle. It was curled up, its eyes slightly closed, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep for a long time. Its eight membranous wings flickered and flickered, trembling mysteriously, and all the breath of life in its body was dissipated, colorless, formless, tasteless, silent and unconscious, and the golden cicada melted into a part of the endless earth.

Winter Cicada Sting!

In an instant, Zhijia's true heart and scenery merged, turning into an eight-winged golden cicada dormant underground, and its spiritual power was like a thin and transparent cicada wing, light and agile, trembling with a mysterious frequency curve. At this moment, his heart stopped, his breathing disappeared, his body temperature drained, and his whole body fluids seemed to flow with the overwhelming rain.

Wang Ziqiao's eyes shot a strange light, and Zhi Jia Zhen disappeared from his field of vision! Colorless, formless, tasteless, silent and unconscious, if it weren't for the innate soul sensing power of the extraterritorial demons, he would not have been able to capture the traces of the young man.

The green snake opened its huge mouth from the air, and its vertical pupils revealed a humanized and confused color. It was stunned, its long tail swept past like a vent, a bowl of thick ancient cedar slammed and fell downward, and a nest of six-winged wolf-headed poisonous bees "buzzed" out, and pounced on the green bee violently......

Zhijia Zhen is still missing, and the fierce beasts and poisonous insects lurking around him are blind to him. The boy was cut off from all the breath of life, leaving only a single thought of his soul, and experienced one of the inheritances of the eight-winged golden cicada witch spirit - the winter cicada stinging technique.

If the true essence of the three-legged golden crow is "fierce", the true essence of the six-eared macaque is "change", and the true essence of the nine-headed baby snake is "tenacity", then the true essence of the eight-winged golden cicada is "hidden".

The eight-winged golden cicada witch spirit hides above the nine heavens and hides under the nine earths. It does not have the majesty of the three-legged golden crow that burns all things, nor does it have the supernatural power of the seventy-two changes of the six-eared macaque, nor does it have the resilience of the nine-headed baby snake to die and be reborn. But it is invisible, stealth, and the art of escape is firmly at the top of the four spirits.

In the inheritance memory of the witch spirit, Zhi Hunt really felt that the eight-winged golden cicada also had a fierce and rebellious secret technique. It's just that the witch spirit inheritance and its own soul need to be run in for a long time before they can be integrated.

Suddenly, Zhi Kari's eyes turned black, and there were bursts of colic pain in his internal organs. He snorted, his face pale, and withdrew from the state of nothingness where the winter cicada was hiding.

"Click-" Countless branches and vines grazed over him, and the soles of his feet slammed into the ground, and Zhikari's body shook, and he fell to the ground, rolling several feet to the side, his back "banging" against the trunk of the tree, and his chest was suffocated as if he had been hammered.

As soon as the silver umbrella in his hand touched the soil, it immediately scattered and split, like seeds seeping into the earth. After a while, delicate dandelion green shoots emerged all around, shaking in the wind and rain.

Wang Ziqiao fell to the ground, picked a palm-sized wild banana leaf with his hand, and shook it, the banana leaf swelled like an umbrella cover, covering most of the raindrops.

Zhi Kari really grabbed the trunk of the tree and climbed up, covering his mouth with his sleeves, he still felt dizzy, his feet fluttered, and his whole body was weak for a while.

"Zhi Gongzi doesn't need to hide it, I know that you vomited blood. Wang Ziqiao walked over with a banana umbrella in his hand, and his voice was like cold rain ruthlessly falling, "If you become a witch spirit, you will already lose a lot of qi and blood." Manipulating the Blood Sacrifice Witch Array is even more overdrawn from the origin, making matters worse. Just now, I used the magic of witch spirits, and the qi and blood in my whole body were almost exhausted, and I was afraid that I couldn't hold it anymore. ”

He stretched out his two fingers, which were as long as jade, and shook his head: "If you don't take care of it, you won't live for a year." ”

"Although the qi and blood are exhausted, you can still cast the Zhu You forbidden spell again. Zhi Jia Zhen looked at Wang Ziqiao, tore off half of his sleeve, and threw it into the weeds, and the sleeves were blood-stained, shocking. A red-headed, blue-whiskered centipede burst out of the grass, its sharp teeth biting down on its sleeve.

Prince Qiao snorted slightly: "You are not afraid of death." ”

"If I die, it's my life. ”

"When you are young, you should be frivolous, how can you bow down and accept your fate?"

"What's the joy of life, and what's the fear of death?" Zhi Jia Zhen was silent, and said, "Whether it is my father, Ba Wolf or me, I have the courage to die." ”

"How can you be brave enough to die?" Prince Qiao sneered, "Zhiye's death, of course, is for the inheritance of the Zhi clan, but it is also difficult to bear the will of the ancestors of the past generations, and he is overwhelmed by the pressure, in order to seek relief. The death of the wolf was because he was dazed and afraid of the world and chose to escape. What the two of them did was nothing but cowardly behavior! As for you, you didn't even think about what you really wanted, and you just talked about life and death, at best, you were young and ignorant. ”

These words were as sharp as a quenching poisonous blade, piercing the heart of the hunting heart and dripping blood. His eyes were cold, and he looked at Prince Qiao. Wang Ziqiao was expressionless: "If you die, how can you be worthy of Zhiye and Ba Wolf?"

Zhijia Zhen held on to the trunk of the tree and looked into the distance in silence. The wind was fierce, the rain was pouring, and there seemed to be only a bleak shadow left in the white sky. He wiped a handful of rain from his face, and suddenly realized that this was no longer Bailing Mountain.

Yes, Prince Joe was right. He still has to go on, carrying the Zhiye, the wolf, and the eight-hundred-year-old heavy branch, and he is lonely and insists on walking.

Even if he didn't know how long it would take, and what it was for.

"Please sir help me. "For a long time, Zhi Kari really bent down deeply and couldn't bow for a long time.

"Save you? It's not a deal between you and me. Prince Joe replied calmly.

Zhi Jia Zhen still couldn't bend over: "Since Mr. has spoken out to wake me up, I guess I need a living Zhi Jia Zhen." You and I can start a new deal, isn't that what the gentleman is saying this for?"

Wang Ziqiao glanced at Zhi Zhenzhen appreciatively, the young man looked haggard, his back trembled slightly, and his voice was as steady as a rock, allowing the heavy rain to pour all over his body. Just the ability to bend and stretch the heart of Zhi Hunt Zhen is worth his bet.

"It's getting dark, there are a lot of beasts and poisonous pigs in this area, you and I will rest for the night. Prince Qiao smiled, stepped forward to help Zhi Kazhen, and handed him the banana umbrella.

Later, Prince Joe searched for a leeward rock, groped for a while in the grass at the bottom of the rock, and pulled out a brown-shelled snail.

"It's a chameleon that changes color with the scene around it and dodges enemies. Wang Ziqiao held the snail in his hand and said to Zhi Hunting. At first glance, the color-changing snail looks like an inconspicuous pebble, but after a few moments in the palm of the hand, the color of the volute gradually turns white. Prince Joe put down the chameleon snail, and it turned brownish-green with the weeds around it.

"It's also the best shelter for you and me from the rain, let me go in. "Prince Qiao took Zhi Hunt Zhen and stepped towards the chameleon snail.