Zhi Hunt was shocked, and clearly saw the front of the scarecrow.

Its eye sockets were two hollow holes, seemingly nothing, but it was obvious that something strange and imperceptible was circulating in them, as if they were inlaid with two invisible eyes.

Zhi Hunt really stared at it, and after a few more glances, the soul at the core of Zhihai involuntarily trembled, as if it was about to be sucked out and thrown into the scarecrow's eye sockets.

This is an anomaly that occurs when the soul is strongly interfered with. The sleeping witch instinctively squirmed, and the soul steadied, and Shin Shikami immediately looked away, no longer looking directly into the scarecrow's eye sockets.

The old man who rode across had already buried his head, his whole body shrunk into a ball, and he wanted to burrow into the ground, not daring to raise his eyes at all.

Zhikama's gaze fell on the scarecrow's chin, a few locks of pitch-black hay wrapped around his chin, shaped like goose feathers, with fine feathers branching out on both sides, and twisted turquoise stripes on the edges.

It's the dry summer grass!

This scarecrow, a collection of sleeping spring grass, withered summer grass, glowing autumn grass, and honeysuckle grass, could it be that it originated from the weary forbidden figurine sacrifice technique refined by a certain witch clan?

How many years ago did that go back in time?

Zhi Hunt Zhen has never heard of a witch clan refining the Forbidden Warrior Sacrifice Technique, and the witch classics of Bailing Mountain have never recorded it.

Could it be that it was refined by the great witches of ancient times? There may be some records in the ancestral court of the desolate witch clan. He thought about it carefully, the jade smoke was transformed by the Taoist monks, the golden grapes came from the Fangshi, and the scarecrow came from the Wu clan...... Could it be that the Leyline Vortex was once an ancient cemetery or battlefield that left many relics of its predecessors?

Zhi Hunt really couldn't help but lift his spirits, if the scarecrow was a grass warrior that broke away after the death of the Great Witch, then with only a slight modification, it could be refined into the Forbidden Warrior Sacrifice Technique, and there was no need to search for other precious accessories. However, the ownerless grass figurines are very weird, and if you want to refine them, you have to spend a lot more time on them.

The four demons were still lying in the field, staring unblinkingly at the scarecrow's chest, revealing a complex look of fear and longing.

A foot-long white bone was stuck in it, like a sharp blade, and forcibly stabbed into the scarecrow's chest. The bone is white and flawless, like translucent jade, shining brightly, without a trace of dust.

His expression froze, and he swept up more than ten zhang, fell silently to the field, and confronted the scarecrow, and the two sides were only a few feet apart.

His gaze is locked on the white bones, the lines of this bone are surprisingly smooth, like a spring sliding from the top of a mountain, following the principles of heaven and earth, flowing naturally, and it is difficult for any brush to depict the ups and downs of the water all the way.

Because the brush is already artificial, how can it be natural?

Fuji's eyes are as sharp as a sword, piercing through the white bones, and at a glance you can see the bright red bone marrow inside.

The blood pith resembles a crystal clear ruby, showing multiple facets, each of which reflects a dreamlike luster. Although it was a short piece of blood marrow, it was like a vast and boundless sea of blood, constantly undulating and surging, releasing an incomparably pure demonic qi.

It's a familiar taste...... Fuji closed his eyes and sniffed deeply at the magic breath of the bone marrow, and couldn't help but stick out his fangs.

The four demons stared at the white bones, firmly attracted by the overflowing pure demonic energy, and the blood in their bodies was affected by it, accelerating uncontrollably, like boiling hot water, and even the demonic qi was also rising. In just a moment, even his cultivation has risen a little.

The demons' eyes were hot, and they were ready to move. This white bone was at least the skeleton of a top-level Heavenly Demon, containing a huge amount of pure demonic energy. If the yellow-level demons are absorbed, they can be directly promoted, and it will also make a big supplement to the Xuan-level demons.

But the nezumi monsters they straddled were so frightened that they collapsed in the field, not daring to say a word. The demon knows the danger, and he doesn't want to act rashly for a while.

The scarecrow slowly twisted his neck, and his hollow eye sockets seemed to sweep across the barren fields and fall on the demons one by one. The four demons were shocked in unison, and their whole bodies immediately stiffened, unable to move, and even the demon thoughts seemed to be frozen by death, and a blank appeared in their minds for a moment.

Immobilization Spell! Zhi Hunt Zhen's eyes lit up, and the scarecrow fixed the demon, which was clearly a well-known actual combat spell mentioned in "Zhutian Thirteen Records" - Fixation Spell. This spell can freeze the opponent for several breaths, causing his body and spirit to be in a strange state of pause. The higher the opponent's cultivation, the shorter the time to be immobilized.

This scarecrow is really a straw figurine made of the forbidden figurines and sacrifices!

The scarecrow turned his head abruptly and threw himself into the position of Fuji, patrolling back and forth, as if faintly sensing Fuji, but it was difficult to see clearly. As for the Zhikami outside of the barland, it was completely ignored.

The bodies of the four demons couldn't help but loosen, and the stating spell had expired. The yellow-level demon in the eastern corner jerked the demon rat under his crotch and tried to escape. Although the ears of grain and white bones were tempting, he saw the danger of the scarecrow and chose to give up.

Years of life-and-death killing have cultivated his decisive and calm temperament, and the timing of his escape is also good, which happens to be the moment when the scarecrow is distracted. But the demon rat crawled on the ground, completely ignoring him. The demon man also reacted quickly, flew out to provoke the demon rat, kicked the scarecrow hard, induced the other party to divert attention, and took advantage of the momentum to bounce the ground, and fled away from the barren field, without even reaching the ears of grain.

In mid-air, the demon rat let out a terrifying scream and rushed towards the scarecrow involuntarily.

With a "plop", it fell sharply and straight, as if it had been hit by some heavy object in the air, crushed into the field, and it was difficult to move. At the same time, the fleeing Yellow Devil suddenly bent down, slowed down, and staggered as if drunk, as if carrying a mountain on his back. Before he got out of the wasteland, he panted like a cow, and fell to his knees with a look of panic and pain on his face.

Heavy as a thousand mantras! Zhi Hunt recited silently in his heart.

This is the second forbidden spell cast by the Straw Warriors. According to the Thirteen Records of Zhu Tian, the limit of the Forbidden Warrior Sacrifice is to give the Grass Warriors twelve forbidden spells, corresponding to the Twelve Ancient Ancestors, and any more will suffer from the Grass Warriors, endangering themselves.

Only those who give birth to witch spirits can refine the thirteenth forbidden spell.

"Bang!" The demon rat and yellow devil were completely flattened, and the bones, flesh and blood, and demon source were all shattered, turning into a rotten paste.

Zhi Hunt Zhen's eyes flashed, leaned down, leaned over the old man, and whispered, "The demon rat has not been resurrected." This weird scarecrow can kill you pylorus throat races once and for all, it's your natural predator. ”

The old man did not answer, and his curled tail trembled.

The expressions of the other three demons changed drastically, and they didn't dare to run away without recklessness. The scarecrow didn't find Fuji, and shook his head in confusion, no longer tangled. It stepped out of its thin little short legs and staggered towards the yellow-level demon to the west.

The face of the demon man changed, the demon and the demon rat died inexplicably, and he knew that he was not an opponent. But as I watched the scarecrow come up to me, the ferocious demons finally overwhelmed the fear. He was running his demonic energy frantically, his eyes were red, and he was about to swing his fist.

"You—give—me—dance——" The scarecrow tilted his head, looked at him steadily, and said suddenly.