Zhi Hunt's true expression changed slightly, and a bad omen was born in his heart.

The demonic qi flooded the surrounding area of the wasteland like a surging wave, and the earth demons attacked with all their might, wave after wave to urge the demonic energy. He has figured out the reality of the straw man, although this evil head is good at a lot of strange demonic powers, but the power is time-limited. As long as he relied on his strong cultivation to support himself, as soon as the statute of limitations expired, the power of demonic supernatural powers would quickly dissipate.

And the straw man's magic power is not for nothing. After each time, he noticed that the straw man would pause for a moment before attacking again, apparently recovering the mental power it had consumed. He only needs to calculate the interval between the straw man's magic powers, and he can roughly judge the level of the opponent's mental power consumption, so as to take advantage of the gap to fight back.

"Bang bang bang-" The demonic qi churned violently, the ground was lifted one by one, the soil layer kept flipping and stirring, and countless mud blocks gushed out like springs, and were merged into overlapping waves by the demonic qi, rushing towards the scarecrow one after another.

The corner of the Earth Demon's mouth showed a sinister smile, although this evil head could use demonic powers on the barren field, but it was also trapped by this barren field, unable to escape, and had to passively face the battle.

A low thunder rolled by, and the blue-purple light shone densely, and before the power of the thunder pool's one-step spell, the rolling waves of demonic mud were like crashing into a solid reef, all shattering. However, the deeper layers of earth were dug open, like earth dragons awakened from the depths of the earth, roaring and turning over, crashing through the earth, and rushing towards the scarecrow.

The whole barren field became a large sunken pit, and the wild millet was uprooted and swept into the undulating mud waves. Zhi Jiazhen, the monster old man, and the Xuan Demon lying on the ground were also deeply affected, and they were washed by the waves of demonic qi and mud, rolling from side to side, gray and dirty, and the bones of the whole body were painful and broken.

Only the two bearers stood proudly, and as soon as the demonic qi mud wave approached his side, it immediately turned into invisible qi, steaming and dissipating, but the earth demon was unaware of it.

After more than ten breaths, the scarecrow once again cast the One Step Spell of the Thunder Pool. Zhi Hunt really saw it shake a few times, as if it was about to fall, and even the dead grass on its chest fell off a few sticks, obviously unable to hold on. He immediately pretended to climb out of the mud puddle, and his hands frequently dug into the ground, and the scarecrow was heard with the sound of a drum.

The old man secretly raised his head, and the corner of his eye quickly glanced around. It is not afraid of any heavenly demons or earth demons, but it is really afraid of scarecrows. Now that the scarecrow has been suppressed and left behind, it can't help but lift its spirits and move its eyes.

A few broken wild millet plants rolled past in front of me, and the ears of grain were bright and attractive. The old man mustered up his courage, grabbed the ears of grain violently, and quickly lay down and pretended to be dead.

Zhi Hunt Zhen glanced at the old man from afar, and his eyes returned to the battle situation.

The Earth Demon's offensive is like a landslide and tsunami, becoming more and more violent. Clusters of peach blossoms bloomed one after another, and were drowned by the turbid mud waves. Even if the scarecrow consumes his mental power and continuously casts the Escape Curse, every subtle corner of the barren field is covered by demonic mud waves, and there is nowhere to avoid it, and there is nowhere to escape.

"Bang!" The mud waves splashed heavily, and the demonic energy was like a galloping horse, attacking the scarecrow from all directions. It was powerless to use the Thunder Pool One Step Spell, and the demonic energy continued to hit it, like hitting a void phantom, passing through without hindrance.

Rao so, the scarecrow was still drunk, and his body stumbled, as if he was going to fall at any moment, and he was obviously badly injured.

The injuries of the earth demon are also not good, his demonic energy is released without reservation, and many forbidden spells such as the bead fetus secret knot spell and the maggot spell of the tarsal bone in his body can no longer be suppressed, the belly is bulging higher and higher, the fetal movement is violent, the cracked skin is constantly oozing fishy pus, and the wriggling worm eggs are dense.

Zhijia really began to crawl, quietly approaching Fuji. If the grass figurines can support for a while longer, the earth demons will inevitably cause the forbidden spell to completely attack due to the large consumption of demonic energy.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The barren field continued to sink downward, and the mud waves swelled wildly, pressing down on the scarecrow with overwhelming momentum, trapping it firmly. The earth demon carried the surging demonic qi and pounced on it fittingly. He has a lot of experience in fighting, and he strives to fight quickly and kill the straw man as soon as possible.

Suddenly, a figure sprang up, swooped out diagonally, and hugged the earth demon.

It's the dying Demon!

At the same time, the scarecrow also pounced on the goblin with the same action.

Silk Spell!

Xuan Demon's pounce was completely unexpected by the Earth Demon, but his cultivation was beyond the opponent's entire realm, although he was not shocked in his heart, his body flashed to the side, and his left hand slapped on the top of Xuan Demon's head, avoiding and counterattacking at the same moment.

Immobilization Spell!

The scarecrow let out a low cry, and the action of the earth demon's side flash couldn't help but stagnate, and the demon hugged his calf and bit it hard.

The Earth Demon's expression changed greatly, and with a "bang", the palm of his hand smashed the head of the Xuan Demon. He glanced at his calves, the flesh was embedded with bloody tooth marks, and it was extremely itchy, and fat maggots were about to move on the wounds. He couldn't help but scratch it, a layer of skin peeled off, the muscles inside were completely festering, and they fell down like tofu dregs, and countless horrible maggots went in and out, sucking flesh and blood.

The Earth Demon roared, no longer caring about his injuries, and rushed towards the scarecrow with all his might. As long as you kill this evil head, the injury will naturally be worry-free.

Mutant Regeneration!

A white monkey leaped through the air, preemptively preempting the Earth Demon, reaching out to grasp the white bones on the scarecrow's chest, and flicking its tail at him in a demonstrative manner.

The earth demon froze for a moment, and then became angry, the reason why he fought with the straw man to lose both sides was nothing more than for this mysterious white bone, how could he tolerate the treasure being robbed? The earth demon was about to swing his palm, Meng Meng pulled out the white bone, and threw it in the direction of Fuji.

The white bone slashed over the top of Fuji's head, and Shinshi Shigami appeared behind Fuji, reaching out and grabbing the white bone. The earth demon couldn't see it, only to see Zhi Hunt Zhen's face excited, cheering and stuffing the white bones into his mouth.

The earth demon roared wildly, and with one palm, Meng Meng was knocked out, and then it was full of monstrous demonic energy, and then pounced on Zhi Hunt Zhen.

Standing in front of him, Fuji bore the brunt, he subconsciously frowned, and the formless and colorless sword qi shot out of the air, passing through the lower abdomen of the earth demon.

Blood splattered out, and the Earth Demon fell to his stomach screaming, sword qi twisting the lower half of his body into a flying blood mist. Fuji reacted at this time, and snorted coldly, knowing that he had been used by Zhijia Zhen for nothing.

Zhi Hunt Zhen rushed over, his five fingers bent like hooks, and his broken fingers brazenly grabbed at the earth demon.

The scarecrow forcibly cast this spell continuously, and for a moment his mind was exhausted, and he sat down to the ground, and a burning smell faintly wafted from the hole in his chest.

The earth demon didn't have time to react, and was already clasped around his neck by Zhi Hunting's claws, and twisted it violently to the side. With a "click", the head of the earth demon rolled off, and blood mixed with pus spurted out of the neck cavity.

Zhi Hunt Zhen looked at the scarecrow with a twinkle in his eyes, it had already suffered a heavy blow, and it was even weaker after pulling out the white bones, and it was the right time to refine it.

"Conjuring!" the scarecrow suddenly hissed as he looked at Shin Shikari.

Zhi Hunti was slightly stunned, not knowing what it wanted to do. But it didn't matter, the goblin was killed, the grass warrior was seriously injured and dying, and he became the biggest winner. As for the monster old man, he can continue to use it.

The scarecrow looked at Zhi Kari for a moment, then slowly turned around, looked into the distance, and stopped talking.

Zhi Hunt Zhen looked at the lonely back of the grass figurine, and his mind was in a trance.

In this dreamy place that is far away from the desolate ancestral court of the Wu clan and may never be reached, the grass figurines look at the back of the distance alone, and the branches in their memories are silently combined.

The Soul Returns......

Zhijia really seems to have returned to the stilted bamboo building on Bailing Mountain again, the cold night of late autumn is separated between father and son, and the endless torrential rain is separated between father and son.

Zhiye always forced him to memorize the cumbersome forbidden spells and witch secret scriptures, and forced him to run the Void Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Law over and over again. And he always kept silent, as if he was fighting with Zhiye. If he can't help crying, or screaming in pain, he loses.

Now that I think about it, it was really childish and ridiculous at that time, and when I think about it again, there is some indescribable melancholy, and there is a trace of unexplained sadness and joy.

But no matter what he thought now, that night, he still quietly walked away, leaving that lonely back in the same lonely rainy night.

Now he knew what Zhiye wanted silently looking into the distance.

It's like he knows what the Straw Warriors want.

"The Conjuring!"

Zhi Hunt was silent for a long time, and groaned loudly.

The scarecrow turned his head and stared at him silently, like a raging wave rising in the sockets of the black hole.

Shikari looked at it equally quietly, following the ancient ritual of conjuring spirits, as he faced the straw figurines, grabbed a handful of dirt, and stepped backwards.

"The Soul is back!"

He called out to the figurines and scattered the dirt in all directions.

"When the soul returns, the north can't stop.

The weather is cold and frozen.

The house is warm, and the fire is booming.

When the soul returns, the south can't stop.

Rainy and gloomy, muddy and slippery,

Home Zhilan, the scenery is beautiful.

When the soul returns, the East cannot stop.

The desert is barren and the rivers are dry.

The family field is creamy, and the rice sorghum is fragrant.

When the soul returns, the West cannot stop it.

Fierce beasts are everywhere, and traitors are in charge,

The family is dressed and waiting for ......"

Zhijiazhen's desolate tone was subdued, up and down, he stepped on the witch step, and walked towards the grass figurines.

Suddenly, Fuji was shocked, and looked at Zhi Hunt Zhen in disbelief.

I don't know when, a wisp of formless and colorless, if there is no sword qi rose from Zhi Hunt's real body, coiling around him, like a wandering wanderer, a lonely soul returned leisurely, haunting the homeland.

This is a sword born of God, born of love, and made of thought!

This is the Invisible True Swordsmanship!

He was dumbfounded, and he stopped talking.

"The soul is back!" the grass warrior suddenly shouted in a trembling voice, and the servant fell to the ground without a trace of breath.

The aftermath of the conjuring ritual song echoed all around, and Zhijia really stood lonely on the barren field, like looking at Bailing Mountain separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and did not speak for a long time.

The soul returns,

Dear and dear thoughts.

The soul returns,

It's hard to leave your homeland.