"Goo-"

I don't know how long it took, Meng Meng burped and let out a long, slight abdominal sound, and her stomach quickly shrank and returned to its original state.

The bead fetus dark knot spell completely dissipated, but Meng Mengda was still the same as Zhi Hunt Zhen, staring and standing, looking melancholy, and his mind seemed to be still in another distant place.

"Boom!" The flames slammed out of the scarecrow's body, and the color of the flames was so strange that it was almost transparent, and it was unknown from any source, and it was impossible to feel any temperature. The dead grass burned quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it burned to the ground. All that remained was a small pile of gray-black embers on the ground, billowing with green smoke.

Zhi Hunt couldn't help but be stunned, he thought about the past, gave up the idea of directly refining the grass figurines, and only planned to collect the dead grass on the scarecrow man and refine a new grass figurine. The scarecrow inexplicably spontaneously combusted, leaving him with nothing.

Without waiting for him to think about it, "Peng!" The embers rose without a wind, fluttering like a butterfly, turning into a ghostly shadow, flying around Zhi Zhenzhen a few times quickly and slowly, and suddenly threw themselves into his sea of knowledge.

Zhi Zhenzhen frowned slightly, could it be that there is still a wisp of the witch clan soul left on the grass warrior's body, and he wants to take it away from himself?

However, the witch spirit of the eight-winged golden cicada is the core of his soul, and no matter how strong the cultivation of the revenant soul is, it is impossible to succeed in taking it.

As soon as the shadow entered the sea of Zhijiaozhen, he jumped in a dazzled manner, and gradually transformed into twelve strings of obscure witch talismans.

This is a complex magic talisman that Zhi Hunt has never seen before, each witch talisman is like a bird flying in array, and like a fish swimming like a tail, seemingly static, but in a thousand ways of moving. The twelve talismans are interlocking like knots, following an ancient and mysterious order.

Zhi Hunt Zhen carefully examined the mystery of the witch talisman for a while, and the fish and birds seemed to have a sense, and there was a loud shock, and they all exploded.

Colorful blood beads splashed out, exuding a primitive and wild atmosphere, blood beads like rivers, lakes and seas continue to expand, showing twelve strange and vast pictures inside: a giant who stands up to the sky and the earth has his left eye like the sun, his right eye is like the moon, his dark muscles are swollen, he is carrying a big mountain, and he walks with difficulty......

At the bottom of an abyss obscured by clouds and mist, a strange scream crawled out of three vicious fierce ghosts. One of them had blue hair and a yellow face, skinny as firewood, and only a belly as big as a drum. His white fangs clenched and chewed, and his red-glowing eyes revealed greedy hunger......

In the depths of the dark trench, there is an octopus-like tentacle monster. It was as large as a mountain, with thousands of tentacles waving back and forth, constantly spewing out a trace of pink mist. Any fish, shellfish, shrimp, or crab that touches the fog will immediately become pregnant and spawn. Even plankton, which is so small that it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, cannot be avoided......

In the lush grassland, a light gray grass seed burst open under the scorching sun, and strange little lice jumped out of it. They burrowed into the nostrils and ears of the beast, and the beast involuntarily fell asleep......

These are the twelve forbidden spells on the grass warrior's body! Zhi Hunting's heart was shocked, as if he was integrated into the picture, and had an incomparably fresh experience: he turned into a blue-faced and fanged evil ghost, walked in circles, turned into a small peach spirit that jumped out of the peach, hidden invisibly, and then turned into a thunderbolt pool with lightning flashing in a moment......

Every time he blended with the picture, the subtle profundities of the witch's spell peeled back layer by layer before his eyes, revealing them in detail. It was as if he was no longer human, but a living humanoid talisman, sometimes swimming, sometimes flying, turning himself into a forbidden spell of the Witch Clan.

This change completely exceeded Zhijiaozhen's expectations, and the current change was undoubtedly better than the Forbidden Warrior Sacrifice Technique. The twelve kinds of forbidden spells do not need to use external objects such as grass figurines, and they are directly integrated with Zhijia Zhen, just like breathing and drinking water, turning into his instinct, and he can cast spells anytime and anywhere.

Zhijia really secretly claimed to be strange, could it be that the grass warriors had completed some kind of mutation in the strange vortex after breaking away from the spell caster? Or did they help the grass warriors achieve their wish to summon spirits and eliminate the hidden obsession of the spell caster, so the grass warriors gave them back? Or is it both?

The twelve talisman pictures gradually dispersed, and suddenly, a clear cicada chirped sounded slowly, and the witch spirit woke up from the core of the soul, flapping its wings and singing.

The twelve pictures are like milk swallows returning to their nests, and they are all inhaled by the eight-winged golden cicada in one breath, and twelve kinds of dense runes are immediately added to the eight transparent cicada wings. And on the sharp mouthparts of the witch spirit, the thirteenth ancient and mysterious pattern is being derived little by little.

This is the thirteenth natural forbidden spell that is born by combining the twelve forbidden spells of the witch spirit and the Forbidden Warrior Sacrifice Technique!

The eight-winged golden cicada seemed to have exhausted its strength, and its wings converged and closed one by one, and fell into a deep sleep again. When it fully awakens, Zhi Kari Zhen will be able to master the thirteenth forbidden spell. Because the witch spirit is made by nature, the thirteenth blessing forbidden spell is also called the innate forbidden spell, and the power is far beyond the ordinary acquired forbidden spell.

"Hmph!" Behind him, a cold snort sounded.

Zhi Hunt Zhen came back to his senses, and only then did he realize that he had inadvertently generated sword qi before, refining a little rudimentary form of the Invisible True Sword Technique.

The principle of the invisible true swordsmanship created by Fuji is that all things in heaven and earth originate from qi, and one qi turns into sword qi. Zhi Hunt really touched his mood when he summoned his soul, and people's emotions such as joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness belonged to God, so he actually gave birth to sword qi with his own divine energy.

"Your sword qi is too crude and unbearable!" Fuji squinted his eyes and couldn't help but say, "It's just a little form, and it's still far from being formless and formless!"

Zhi Kashi nodded and said, "Your Excellency Fuji is right. My Invisible True Swordsmanship is a bit confusing, and there are still some mysteries that I haven't yet understood. ”

"It's not just a rough problem!" Fuji gushed out, "Your invisible sword qi is far from sharp enough, lacking sharpness, and there is no indomitable momentum at all...... After all, you don't have the specific method I taught, so the sword qi generated is completely wild, and there is no subtle change at all!"

Zhi Jia Zhen listened patiently to his teaching, and after a while, he continued to echo: "What Your Excellency said is very true. My Invisible True Swordsmanship was created by mistake, and it still needs to be conceived, refined, sharpened, and evolved...... , which requires specific and detailed secret tricks, and requires time and effort to ponder. It's like quenching a rough piece of iron billet through water and polishing it little by little into a sword. ”

Fuji pursed his lips depressedly, and Zhi Hunt really looked humble and obedient, but he had nothing to say for a while. After thinking about it, he said with an unhappy expression: "Everything in the universe originates from qi, why don't you choose a more powerful qi to evolve into a sword......? , even if it is the blood qi contained in this bone, it is much stronger than your qi!"

Shigari looked in the direction of Fuji's finger, and the old man was lying on the ground, facing him sideways, secretly using his fishtail to flick the white bone buried in the earth, trying to roll it up.