Zhi Hunt's heart was sudden, his ten fingers opened like hooks, and a tyrannical emotion couldn't help but rush out of the heart of the demon body, eager to fight back on the spot and tear this guy who threatened him to pieces.

This is the innate nature of demons, arbitrary and willful, and does not know how to forbear. Zhi Hunt Zhen forcibly suppressed his restless thoughts, and the other party was able to approach the back unconsciously and lock himself with a strong demonic thought, and his strength was at least at the peak of the Xuan level, and even surpassed.

If you don't have a sword in your hand, you will definitely die if you fight hard. And just by the sound, Zhi Hunt really couldn't hear the specific location of the other party. The demon's voice wandered, and it seemed that he kept changing positions, not staying in place, and his old and spicy combat experience was revealed. Zhijia 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 leap, he couldn't do it.

Zhikari Zhen kept his limbs still and nodded slowly, signaling to obey the other party's orders. This demon should be interested in the scarecrow, so he forces himself into the field and acts as cannon fodder for temptation.

"Go forward, don't stop!" the voice behind him continued, the demon thought was like a heavy mountain, firmly suppressing Zhi Hunting, and it was quite difficult to even breathe.

Zhi Hunt really urged the mermaid monster under his crotch, but the old man was lying in place, silent, and refused to move.

"Uncle, send you a thousand miles, and there will be a farewell. Zhi Hunt really stepped off the back of the fish, patted his head, and sighed: "But I really can't bear you down." He struck out, grabbed the old man by the neck, lifted him in his hand, and dragged him towards the barren field.

The old man's face turned pale, and he writhed and struggled vigorously. Zhijia really ignored his pleas for mercy and walked forward step by step. As he was about to set foot in the barren field, an eerie wisp of demonic aura approached from behind, clinging to his back like lightning and swimming to his neck.

Zhi Hunt's heart sank slightly, and the demon behind him was obviously afraid that after he entered the barren field, he would get out of control, so he separated a wisp of demonic energy to possess him and coerce himself at all times.

The demonic qi slowly changed, like a slender rope, quickly wrapping around his neck several times. Zhi Kari's footsteps froze, stopping at the edge of the barren field, and posing hesitantly.

"Go in!" the demon urged sharply, and the demonic qi changed again, condensing into a sharp spike shape, and stubbornly resisted the back of Zhi Kari's neck, poking forward, forcing him to move.

The way this demonic energy is manipulated is quite ingenious, and Shin Zhijia pondered the trick as he stepped forward and stepped forward onto the barada.

With a "hum", Zhi Huntzhen's ears seemed to explode a hornet's nest, and countless chaotic Wu clan dialects rushed in, buzzing: "What are you doing?" "Gua Wazi, come and sit for a while!" "How suitable is this steamed biscuit......

At first, Zhi Hunt really thought that some kind of witch secret method was passed down orally, and after listening to it for a while, he realized that it was just some intermittent homely gossip, useless.

The old man looked frightened, and when he heard such a strange Wu clan dialect, he thought it was a murderous thing roaring in unison, and his brain was confused with fright.

The demonic energy spikes retracted and formed a slender collar around Zhi Zhen's neck. He walked diagonally for a dozen or so steps, deliberately circled in a semicircle, turned slightly sideways, and saw the demon standing outside the barren field.

It was a ground-level demon, also wearing a dark green bitter fern robe, tall and thin, with a protruding forehead and eagle eyes, and a cluster of black flame patterns on each side of the corner of the mouth. Zhi Hunt's heart moved, the earth demon was the passenger of the beetle giant loach, and he had seen him on the deck before.

The Earth Demon glanced at Zhi Kari Zhen coldly, and no longer hid his figure. An inferior yellow devil is controlled by his ever-changing demonic energy, and life and death are at his disposal, so he can only be obedient.

Zhi Hunt turned around quietly, and the earth demon used himself to test the scarecrow, and he would never kill himself unless he had to.

At this time, the thin yellow devil was still running in the barren field, he ran around the scarecrow, running round and round quickly, looking left and right, reaching out to grab around, desperately carrying it into his arms, as if he was fishing for a large number of rare treasures, and his face always showed a greedy smile.

Finally, he stopped panting, bent down with his head, grabbed the loess mud on the ground with both hands, stuffed it into his mouth one after the other, and devoured it like a starving ghost reincarnated.

Devil's Curse! Curse of Hunger!

Zhi Hunt really looked at the Yellow Devil from afar, the ghost obsessed heart spell, the starving ghost spell and the ghost hit the wall spell, forming a special class, offensive class, and defensive class of "three ghosts knocking on the door", the three kinds of blessings by the ghost spell complement each other, the power is doubled, and the secret calculation is invisible.

The skinny yellow devil completely lost his mind, and his belly bulged more and more, bulging into a raised ball, but he still chewed vigorously and kept eating.

With a muffled "bang", the yellow devil's belly exploded, breaking a large hole, blood splattered out, meandering into a stream, extending to the foot of the scarecrow, and disappearing.

At the same time, the body of the yellow devil riding on the back of the demon rat trembled slightly, his dull eyes opened suddenly, and his eyes flashed, and he was about to flee.

Zhi Hunt was really taken aback, this yellow devil was not dead! He also left a backup hand to escape for his life in advance, worthy of being a demon who had been killed by life and death. This hand is most likely his natural supernatural power, which can convert his soul between the shell and the body at a critical moment.

"Bang!" Before the yellow devil on the back of the demon rat could escape, its belly suddenly bulged high, and it exploded violently, and it exploded into flesh and blood along with the demon rat.

Spell!

Zhi Hunt really secretly exclaimed, the Zhulian Mantra is known as the Spell of the Absolute Family, and only the patriarch of the Wu Clan's ancestral court is qualified to practice it. Once this curse is in the body, the clones, beast pets, and even direct blood relatives connected to their own breath will be affected by the strains of greater or less, and they will suffer together.

No matter how many doppelgangers the Yellow Devil can transfer, they will be completely dead.

A large mist rose from the barren fields, surging and filling, obscuring Zhikari's vision. It was the last surviving Xuan-level demon, and he was hidden in the mist, as if it was drifting back and forth with the dense mist, back and forth.

Zhi Hunt really snorted, and the Xuan-level demons wandered around through the thick fog, obviously not just trying to escape, but still greedy and waiting for the opportunity to hit the scarecrow's idea.

This kind of mist trick is also a novelty, and it can hide from most opponents, but trying to deceive the scarecrow is like a fool's dream. Because the grass figurines are neither virtual nor real, neither life nor death, the fog transformed by the demons has not yet separated from the category of virtual and real, and it is difficult to escape the induction of the grass figurines.

The scarecrow shook his head suddenly, and let out a few strange screams.

After a few moments, the fog gradually stopped churning. After a while, the fog slowly lifted, revealing the figure of the mysterious demon. He was lying on the ground, his elbows propped up on his chin, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and he dozed off.