The demon man was stunned on the spot, and the tense demonic qi couldn't help but loosen, and his fists and claws were facing the scarecrow. "Dance?" he asked, his eyes wide, confused, not understanding what the other meant.

"Jump!" the scarecrow stared at him, his voice dry, with a bit of a throat stop characteristic of the Wu clan.

The demon's face was bitter, and he didn't know what to do for a while. He had heard of "dancing", and it was rumored that there were such rare things in the generals' mansions on all continents, as if they were to make beautiful witches do some strange movements to make the generals have fun.

But he's just a demon at the bottom, how can he be qualified to go to the General's Mansion to see any witch dance?

The scarecrow shouted impatiently, and with a shake of the two small legs of the straw, he took a left and right step, stretching his arms. At the same moment, the Mamo's legs also shook involuntarily, his feet jumped up and down, his left arm stretched forward, the five fingers of his right palm spread, and his arm pointed high into the air, exactly like the scarecrow's movements.

Silk Spell!

Zhijia Zhen saw at a glance that the demon had been caught by the silk drawing spell of Zhu You's forbidden spell and became a marionette of the grass warriors and was controlled by it. Although the witch clan who practiced the forbidden warrior sacrifice is dead, the spell of the grass warrior is still preserved.

Normally, the grass figurines can hold a total of twelve kinds of forbidden spells, corresponding to the twelve ancestors of the witch clan. However, those who give birth to witch spirits can be channeled by the grass warriors and witch spirits, and the thirteenth mysterious natural spell can be derived.

Once the twelve kinds of forbidden spells of the grass warriors are chosen, they cannot be changed, and the twelve kinds of spells can be cast repeatedly, without consuming materials, and the backlash is also borne by the grass warriors, without damage to themselves, and they only need to consume a little of their own qi and blood.

Zhi Hunt really looked at the scarecrow from afar, secretly calculating. According to the secret method of the Forbidden Warrior Sacrifice Technique, he could take the main ingredients such as Sleeping Spring Grass, Dry Summer Grass, Glowing Autumn Grass, and Honeysuckle Grass from the Grass Warriors, and choose twelve powerful Zhu You Forbidden Spell Techniques to refine a new Grass Warrior.

But he can also refine the scarecrow, repair it, and turn it directly into his own straw figurine, inheriting its original twelve spells. For example, the immobilization spell cast by the scarecrow is unpredictable, not only the spell casting materials are extinct, but even the specific spells have also been lost.

The secret method of refining the grass figurines can be described as time-saving and labor-saving, but the disadvantage is that the grass figurines and the caster are not "original matches", and the spell casting is a little hindered, and it needs to be cultivated for a long time before the two sides can be integrated.

Which secret method to choose, Zhi Hunt really has to observe the grass figurines again. After all, the choice of the twelve kinds of spells is very particular, and you can't blindly look for powerful spells to attack and kill, but to reasonably match the forbidden spells of attack, defense, escape and special classes to form a complementary combat force.

For example, the Scarecrow's Immobilization Spell belongs to the special category of forbidden spells, the Heavy Thousand Spells belong to the offensive category, and the Drawing Charm belongs to the defensive category.

"Pap-pa-pa-" The scarecrow sometimes bends down and clapps his hands high-five, sometimes leans back and raises his knees, and stomps on his feet in turn. The demon man followed suit, dancing with the scarecrow, and couldn't stop at all.

Even the demon rat he rode was under the silk drawing spell, and the man stood up, waving his limbs frequently, looking clumsy and funny.

Zhi Hunt Zhen sighed softly, the dance of the scarecrow was extremely familiar, it was the traditional sacrificial dance of the Wu clan.

The demon's eyes breathed fire, and the green tendons on his forehead were exposed, and he knew that he had suffered from the scarecrow's plot. But he had no power to resist at all, and the invisible silk threads were like dense poisonous snakes, entangled around his limbs, muscles, blood vessels, and internal organs...... , even the demonic qi in the body is entangled in the invisible silk thread, and it is difficult to break free.

The other two demons were still quietly watching, and on the barren field, the figures of the scarecrow, the yellow devil, and the demon rat rose and fell, and the slapping and trampling of their hands and feet echoed repeatedly, like a distant and old drumbeat.

"Ahh

"The rain is dark and the mountains are firm, the clouds are vast and the geese are chirping......" The scarecrow's voice was absurd, high and low, but it was the tone of the witch clan that Zhi Hunt Zhen had been accustomed to hearing since childhood, revealing an indescribable desolation.

Zhi Hunt's heart trembled, he had lived in Jiankang for several months, and he had heard too many words of Jin Sheng, and he thought that it would be difficult for him to hear those distant and old witch ballads again.

The demonic body magnified a little emotion in his heart, like a stone thrown into the lake, spreading ripples outward.

The scarecrow still sang to himself, "The road is far away, the geese are difficult to return, and the homesick people are left with sorrows...... Zhi Jia Zhen suddenly remembered that once, he was woken up by a torrential rain in the middle of the night, and inadvertently saw Zhi Ye sitting alone under the bamboo building, humming the song of the Wu clan against the flickering bonfire.

He couldn't see his father's face, only his broad, stiff back. The bonfire was wet with moisture, and a few wisps of smoke floated out, disappearing into the dark and rainy night, like a lonely goose or two in the depths of the mountains and forests.

It was a lost autumn goose.

With Canggu's dry and hoarse singing, the scarecrow danced faster and faster. At first, its movements were a little clumsy, but then it gradually became dexterous, like a strange grass elf, singing and dancing in the desolate and lonely fields, enjoying a hearty carnival.

The Yellow Devil's movements also became faster and faster, his muscles bulged strangely, his complexion turned red, his blood was burning like a burn, and the demonic energy in his body was surging wildly, gradually exceeding the limit of operation.

Another skinny yellow-level demon suddenly moved.

He was not in a hurry to escape, and quietly slid down the back of the demon mouse, and the aura on his body disappeared in an instant. And on the back of the demon mouse, there is a shell that is exactly the same as him.

The skinny little demon slid outwards in a strange footwork while staring at the scarecrow. In just a few breaths, he moved outward for more than ten feet, without bringing out a slight sound.

The Xuan-level demon on the west side of the wasteland hesitated for a moment, but did not make any move.

The dancing Yellow Devil's expression was stiff, his eyes were full of intense fear, and sweat rushed out of the pores of his body, emitting a strong smell of blood.

"Bang!" The demonic qi boiled, the demon and the demon rat exploded together, the blood sprayed on the scarecrow's body, and it was instantly sucked dry, and the splashed minced meat also fell on the barren field, quickly melting.

Zhijia really saw a few empty wheat stalks slowly tasseling, and bearing heavy grains.

The scarecrow stopped dancing, "Rubbish!" it cried out in discontent, twisting its neck and turning to the other two demons.

Before you know it, the skinny yellow devil is approaching the edge of the barren field, and with just one jump, you can escape. "Die, you weed idiot!" he turned back and shouted at the scarecrow, grabbed an ear of grain, uprooted it, and soared several feet into the air with his body, rushing forward.

"Bang!" the place where the demon landed was still in the barren field.

Zhi Hunt Zhen and the other demon saw it clearly, the moment the demon rushed out of the barren field, he did not jump forward, but turned around and rushed towards the scarecrow, but he didn't notice it.

Ghost Wall Spell!

It was a defensive spell, and Zhi Hunt really watched the skinny yellow devil go all the way back, and rushed towards the scarecrow. The demon's gaze sank, and he opened his mouth to spew out a large cloud of mist, submerging his body.

"Don't move!"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind Zhi Hunting, and he stiffened, and a strong demonic thought shrouded him, and the murderous aura tightly locked himself. It seemed that if he acted rashly, he would be killed on the spot.

"Go on, all the way into the field. The voice behind him said.