Bai Ya got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, and kept his eyes fixed on the huge python.
"Without a weapon," he said, "I can't do anything with this knife."
"Have you seen those scales? They are as thick as the city walls of Wu Kingdom and are invulnerable." Qi Huan also stumbled to his feet, thinking that he might have slipped away. Although there was a tree crown as a buffer, he still didn't have time to adjust his posture when he fell, and fell straight to the ground. But fortunately, Lao Bai seems to be fine.
"The candle shines brightly in its belly."
"It's probably all turned into a pile of scrap metal!"
"No, that's Shui Wujun's sword. Besides, the pair of swords are of great use to it... Shenghan and the others may be in danger."
The two of them rushed back to where they came from. At this moment, Liu Shenghan and Jun Aoyan have been trying to persuade those believers to stay away from this dangerous place. If they are stupid enough and insist on staying here and not leaving, they will die. But that's not the problem, it's that they can't leave. Those who are lost seem to be more sensitive than they are. Precisely because they are missing certain parts of their bodies, they seem to be more aware of things that they are temporarily unaware of. They all seemed to be in some kind of illusory pain...
"My hand, my hand hurts..."
"My legs too!"
"The ground - the ground is cracked!"
"There's a tsunami coming!"
Are they all crazy? No one listened to them, as if they couldn't hear them at all. And this is far away from the sea. Where did the tsunami come from? Although the ground had just trembled, it was now much calmer. How could any of them still be immersed in the tremors? What's even more outrageous are those who cry out in pain, because the place where they feel pain... clearly no longer exists, it's long gone.
No matter how the believers shouted or fled, they just kept spinning in this area. Yingyue Jun lamented and asked them to stop caring about these people.
"They can't hear it," Yingyue Jun said. "Over the years, their hearts have been eroded by the whispers of the python god. If you look at it for too long now, your senses will also..."
Jun Aoyan looked at Mahuluojia's huge body. Is it an illusion? It is indeed larger and more twisted than when it first broke out of the ground. It's like a heat wave steaming up under high temperature, but the heat wave doesn't come from it. It should be some kind of existence that is more cold and ruthless. So is it the visual field that has been deformed, or is it just that it cannot be looked directly at?
"...I'm a little nauseous." Jun Aoyan covered her stomach, "It feels like I'm on a ship and it's constantly bumping. But, I've never gotten seasick..."
"Don't look at it." Yingyue Jun said.
Liu Shenghan couldn't help but ask: "How did you seal it in the first place...and how should we act?"
"No matter what we want to do, it is transparent and visible in its eyes. Plans are of no use and we can only rely on instinct." Yingyue Jun frowned, "It is almost impossible to kill it. It is now worse than In the past, the power was stronger and more difficult to deal with..."
"Ao Yan! Sheng Han! Ying Yue Jun - are you all okay?!"
When Qi Huan ran over, he almost fell again, and felt another sharp pain in his waist trying to maintain his balance. The girls watched the two people approaching, and Jun Aoyan stepped forward to help Qi Huan. Liu Shenghan sighed softly:
"Fortunately, it hasn't made any moves yet. Maybe... it's just waiting for us to take action."
"That's so arrogant." Qi Huan rolled his eyes.
"It will deny our plans one by one and defeat us time and time again, just right." Bai Ya may have figured out the principles of this giant python, "Because it likes despair, it will first destroy our confidence and will. "
Qi Huan glanced at him: "Then...are you confident?"
"No."
"..."
There was still howling and chaos around them, and they had no choice but to filter it out through their senses. Jun Aoyan knocked Mo Dao hard on the ground and sighed helplessly: "It's too big. My knife is as brittle as a branch. Magical weapons are also scattered in the ruins, and Lao Bai's knife is also...and Anything that can deal with it?”
Qi Huan also raised his head and looked at the monster again who was indifferent to all the ants in front of him. It stared at them lazily, sometimes squinting slightly, like a child who just learned to walk bending down to look at the busy ants on a rainy day. But how do the ants know when this unpredictable human cub will suddenly step down and crush everything to pieces?
Perhaps compared to the panic of the same crowd it has seen, their few relatively calm specialties are more worth watching.
"You reminded me!" Qi Huan suddenly clapped his hands, "Although the magic weapon is not with us,... we can still borrow the power of the magic weapon. I have to try... talk to it."
Yingyue Jun looked at him: "What should we do?"
"Wait a minute -" Liu Shenghan suddenly remembered something, "You mean, you want to... enter its heart like you communicate with the Tengu? Don't do this, it's too dangerous."
After saying that, the huge python suddenly leaned down. The remaining clods of soil and dust on its body fell rustlingly, and several people took a few steps back. The surrounding believers suddenly seemed to have received some kind of instruction, and stopped, standing in a daze, motionless. This scene made several people a little scared, but no one ran away.
Maharaja's long head hangs down, and its incarnations step down. That disgustingly horrible body was riddled with holes, as if it was controlled by some force that could not be directly seen... It was not alive. As if he heard Qi Huan's thoughts, the python god came to them on his own initiative without him needing to express any appeal.
"Isn't this... Wanqi's family crest?"
Qi Huan suddenly took a step back. Friends looked at him and found that he suddenly turned pale. What kind of show is this? Qi Huan clearly didn't say anything or did anything. Could it be that Maharaja did something? But it's not like it, it just stood opposite them and said the only thing.
The family crest of the Wanqi family?
It should have known better. Qi Huan never wrapped a covering around his hand again. From the eyes of Priest Chu, Mahuluojia should have seen the pattern before. Why is it saying it now? Is this... an ulterior motive?
Mahuluojia raised a sharp claw, just lightly hooking his fingertips, and the back of Qi Huan's hand suddenly emitted a burning flame. He let out a subconscious scream. Qi Huan covered the back of his right hand with his left hand and curled up, feeling unspeakable pain. The python god stepped forward regardless, grabbed his right arm, and pulled it in front of his eyes as if it were an object. Wherever it passes, it leaves a carbon footprint.
"What do you want to do!"
Bai Ya clutched the broken blade and was about to rush forward. The python god raised his other hand and swung a red light like a whip, knocking him to the ground immediately. Liu Shenghan went to help him up, and Jun Aoyan tightened her grip on the knife. But at this time, Yingyue Jun reached out to stop her. Qi Huan's right arm, which was held by Mahuluojia, was still glowing bright red even though the firelight had faded.
The mark seemed to be clearer, making some old scars appear dim. The outermost layer of the mark is a circle of sun disks, with thorn-like flames spreading chaotically and wildly. Inside the sun's disk is a strange animal, perhaps a bird. Because it is simplified, it looks a bit abstract. It turned its head over and looked behind it. Its wings and tail feathers were raised high and connected with the sun. Below, there are three slender legs, which are also connected to the sun wheel.
It can be seen that it is probably inspired by the three-legged Golden Crow.
"Are you a descendant of the Wanqi family?" Yingyue Jun looked at him and frowned slightly.
Qi Huan's face was only pale. He seemed to feel no pain, only numbness. After Bai Ya straightened up, he glared at the monster fiercely, and finally his eyes silently moved to Qi Huan.
"Pray for... Wanqi?"
"I seem to have heard..." Lian Liu Shenghan was also murmuring.
Jun Aoyan seemed to be unaware. She felt baffled by this and became a little angry:
"What is that? But, but so what?! Did this monster cast a spell on you to make you change your mind one by one? We have been with him all the way, don't we still understand him? And he Didn't he also be honest with us and tell us about their family affairs? Why do we have to get to the bottom of this, pick up his bloody scabs and dig his wounds? We can't... we can't turn a blind eye like we did to mine. One eye?”
There was a hint of sadness on Yingyuejun's beautiful face. Aoyan didn't give up. He came to her in two steps and grabbed her hand:
"Please tell me, you were just frightened by this snake, right? Qi Huan actually..."
"So you didn't tell them."
A smile of success appeared on Mahuluojia's face, and he was very satisfied with the effect. Qi Huan felt that his strength was drained. Maybe there were many reasons for this...but he just couldn't stand up. Now, relying solely on the strength of the Python God's hand, he was being carried like a down-and-out dog by its forelimbs.
"How could you not tell them?" He whispered, "Aren't they your best and only friends? Aren't they? Or are they not worthy? Not worthy of the blood that has been in your family for hundreds of years..."
"Don't, don't say it..."
He almost begged, but he knew it was pointless. But the feeble voice of his heart was obscured by a mysterious power, which induced him to speak. Qi Huan felt that his mind was in chaos, and the only thing he clearly remembered was how much trouble his weak thoughts caused him.
"Ah... look, this is so pitiful." It looked at his hand like a commodity, "Such a beautiful family pattern, covered with old scars... We can see how a person's heart is struggling, struggling, and Bloodline and destiny, hopes and concerns, the future and the unchangeable honor of the child, how to give up the story! Let’s take a look, the traces scratched by the knife, scraped by the iron brush, and burned by the fire The traces… are such an admirable feat, it’s even more beautiful, isn’t it?”
The nails of his other hand gently scratched the colorless scars, and the brilliance of the family pattern flashed.
"It's a pity, it's a pity that it can't be erased." The evil ghost's voice couldn't hear the compassion shown in the words, "No matter how you do it, even if you peel off the skin and remove the bones, it will continue to appear on all the scars. , covering all traces, covering up your suffering, just like those small struggles are just riddles dripping into the river. It is still so beautiful...it has never faded since you were born. This vividly restores the legend of your family - —Are you satisfied?"
"Are you satisfied with the honor I personally bestowed upon you?"
