Chapter 0610 The Past Is Gone

Mu Xingqiu sat on the snow, his whole body burning with the nameless anger. ɱ

Yi Shijun actually said that he was forgetting Fangfang, and he took the means of abandoning her completely to cover it up, as if he was very cowardly while betraying Fangfang.

If Mu Xingqiu was a reckless teenager, he would have been angry all the time, and would find Yi Shijun to ask for clarification by all means, and he might even have a fierce fight, but he was no longer a teenager, and he had tamed the impulse in his heart. The anger gradually receded like a tide, and he began to wonder why he was so angry? Thinking further, why didn't he take back the Frost Soul Sword?

The flea also broke free from the ice on its body and was circling around the Nebula Tree seeds on the ground, suddenly rushing forward and suddenly retreating, like an overly large dog shaking its tail to tease a beetle.

It didn't have to think about anything, let alone reflect on its changes in the past few days. It just had to remember that seeds with wings could not be eaten.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't help but think about it, and slowly a sense of sadness arose in his heart.

When he left the Hidden Dragon Fire, he had felt pure freedom. He thought it was because he no longer had to be responsible for anyone or anything. But now he was gradually involved in the life-and-death battle of the demon clan, and Baldy and Flea were left by his side. He did not feel embarrassed, and even felt a little excited.

Frost Soul Sword, Frost Soul Sword...

Mu Xingqiu kept repeating these three words, hoping to evoke his nostalgia and emotions for Fangfang, but he couldn't do it. He could still remember Fangfang from the first time they met in the academy to the time when the pill was broken in Broken Flow City. He was full of warmth, enough to dispel the cold wind in the winter night, but the soul in the Frost Soul Sword was a stranger.

Mu Xingqiu reminded himself again and again that it was Fangfang's soul, but he could not get rid of one thought: That was not Fangfang.

That was not Fangfang. She had no seven emotions and six desires, which was more thorough than the Taoist who was infused with spirits.

That was not Fangfang. She practiced non-stop, focusing on the origin of the Taoist fire, and her realm was much higher than Mu Xingqiu.

That was not Fangfang. She would never smile with her teeth covered, revealing only two dark and bright eyes. She would never push a thick book across the wooden table, and the page she opened just happened to record some of Mu Xingqiu's most concerned questions. She would never blush and give up the fish in front of her, hoping that Mu Xingqiu would take it but was too embarrassed to speak. She would never stand on the watchtower of the broken city wall, with the night wind blowing on her sleeves, and look in the same direction with him tacitly...

Everything would never happen again. It was nearly seven years after the end of the Battle of Duanliu City that Mu Xingqiu accepted the fact that Fangfang was dead. It seemed that a great master cast a time spell in the real world: Fangfang's death slowed down, while Mu Xingqiu was living a normal life. But the bad news would eventually come, just as heavy and unexpected as before.

No matter how special the soul in the sword is, it is not Fangfang herself. Sun Yulu, a Taoist priest from the Lantern and Candle Department, told him this a long time ago, but Mu Xingqiu has been reluctant to accept it. He has a glimmer of fantasy. Even if he has entered the Frost Soul Sword several times and has not found the familiar Fangfang, he is still obsessed.

But he also did some self-deception, finding all kinds of excuses to enter the Frost Soul Sword less or not, thinking that this would not disturb the soul inside. In fact, he was disappointed because what he saw was not the Fangfang in his memory at all.

Yi Shijun is worthy of being the demon of all souls with thousands of years of memory. He saw through the truth at a glance. Perhaps Zuo Liuying also saw through it, so he said "You finally admitted defeat", so he did not look for Mu Xingqiu, but let Baldy chase Xiaoqiu alone, and brought a special sentence "You can't rebuild the inner elixir if you haven't overcome the love tribulation"...

The sad lake water flooded below his nostrils, and there was a layer of guilt floating on it. The more Mu Xingqiu missed the flesh-and-blood Fangfang, the more he had to admit what Yi Shijun said: he abandoned the Frost Soul Sword and the soul inside, not ambition and responsibility.

Such a sinister and complicated trick, Mu Xingqiu could hardly believe that this was something he did.

The flea came over, it finally ate the seed, restored its majestic and solemn appearance, and stretched out its tongue to lick Mu Xingqiu's face twice.

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and stood up suddenly. The fires around the ruins of the Southern Ice City were gradually extinguished, indicating that the seeds of the Nebula Tree were falling.

The battle began.

Mu Xingqiu had no time to question his inner thoughts. He immediately flew southward at high speed, thinking about another sentence that Yi Jun had said before he left: "Remember, numbers may be able to defeat Bing Kui."

What number? The number of demons, or the number of demon weapons? Mu Xingqiu forced himself to recall everything he had just seen. Bing Kui was strong, but the most threatening trick was the final self-explosion, which was enough to freeze all living things within at least a dozen feet.

Mu Xingqiu used multiple magic weapons and demon weapons to block some of the freezing, but he didn't have time to cast a spell. It was the magic weapons and demon weapons themselves that worked, and the fleas also helped to share some of the burden.

Share! Mu Xingqiu's mind flashed, and he understood what Yi Shijun meant.

Thinking carefully, the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi formation he had seen along the way only had a maximum of sixty or seventy corpses, and most of them had more than a dozen or even a few. This was not only due to the formation, but also because Bing Kui was not strong enough to freeze too many targets at once.

As a result, the tactics initially formulated by Jinchu and Shen Shang made a serious mistake. They separated the monsters by tribes and asked them to support and take care of each other, which was tantamount to giving Bingkui the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

Three or four miles away from the ruins of the Ice City, Mu Xingqiu and Flea could no longer fly. The power of the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Array had spread here, imprisoning all spells.

Mu Xingqiu ran to the demon clan position and saw dozens of ice monsters taking shape from afar. Some were just a beam of light blue light, some were absorbing snow and condensing ice, and three had already waved their huge ice swords.

There was only one place where a real battle took place. In the northwest of the ruins, Jin Cu was swinging a heavy hammer and hitting the formed ice monster that was several times taller than himself. Dozens of strong beast monsters were encouraged and resisted the fear brought by the ice monster. They also waved their weapons to hit the pure ice body.

But this was not ordinary ice. No matter how heavy the heavy hammer was or how sharp the sword was, at most a small piece of ice was smashed off. The ice monster was not affected and was still condensing into a body step by step, with two long ice swords in his hands.

When Mu Xingqiu and Flea arrived, the Ice Monster was just able to move. It took a step forward and swung its two swords, cutting off seven or eight weapons at once. Two monsters were cut by the swords and fell to their death just as they opened their mouths. The wounds froze as soon as a trace of blood flowed out.

"Follow me!" Mu Xingqiu shouted at Jinchu. Time was running out, so he could only give orders but not explain.

Jinchu dodged the Ice Monster's two swords and was about to attack again. Hearing Mu Xingqiu's words, he stopped and hesitated for a moment before leading a group of monsters to run towards Mu Xingqiu.

"Gather the monsters together, the more the better!" Mu Xingqiu snatched the spear from a beast monster and shouted again: "Follow me!"

Jinchu also shouted out orders, but some monsters were unwilling to leave the Ice Monster. The more afraid they were, the more they could not move. They followed the Ice Monster like an obsession. They knew to dodge when the ice sword swept over, and their movements were slow and sluggish, which was not much different from going forward.

Jinchu roared from his chest, turned around and grabbed a demon who disobeyed his orders, and threw him dozens of steps away. More and more demons followed Fan Wang and roared together, awakening the last few demons who were still hesitating, and hurriedly ran away from Bingkui.

Mu Xingqiu ran to another Bingkui that was condensing, shaking his spear in his hand. After running a distance, he remembered that not all demons had the ability to see at night, so he shouted one after another: "Come here, get close to me, don't be alone!"

Shen Shang came with the talisman guests. They had been encouraging the demons to fight, but the effect was not good, and the fear was still spreading rapidly.

Shen Shang was too eager for Mu Xingqiu's return, and asked loudly across dozens of demons: "Have you found a way?"

"Number! Gathering together can disperse the power of Bingkui, the more the better!" Mu Xingqiu replied.

Shen Shang showed a happy look on his face, and he and the talisman guests immediately went to various places to warn the demons.

The initial tactics were all broken, and the scene became more chaotic.

Mu Xingqiu looked back and found that Bing Kui had already caught up with him. Although he seemed to be moving slowly, one step was actually equivalent to more than ten steps of an ordinary demon. When the ice sword swept past, there would always be a target that fell.

The more blood stained on the sword, the greater the power of Bing Kui became.

Mu Xingqiu turned around, holding his spear, jumped over the heads of a group of demons, and stabbed Bing Kui with a spear.

He had to do something to free himself from the mess of his mind. Just doing ordinary things would not work. He had to take risks such as walking on the tip of a knife, walking in a sea of ​​fire, and standing on one foot on the edge of a cliff - he needed extreme stimulation to get rid of the countless questions in his heart.

The spear head hit the ice body and broke in an instant, but Mu Xingqiu did not retreat. He stabbed the spear shaft into Bing Kui's body, pushing him back several feet. With another force from his arms, the spear shaft broke into three or four pieces.

Mu Xingqiu had a lot of strength, but he didn't have a weapon that suited him.

A huge body passed by him. The flea came. It was strong and had horns harder than steel. It hit Bingkui's legs. Mu Xingqiu jumped high, stepped on Bingkui's body and jumped several times. He stood on his shoulders, raised his fist, and smashed it hard at the nostrils that were exhaling white steam.

Jinchu and a group of monsters ran and looked back. They were all stunned and almost forgot that they were running.

They were already the bravest monsters who dared to wield weapons to fight Bingkui, but this man was simply not a human. His fist was harder than a heavy hammer and hit Bingkui's nose. Ice chips flew everywhere. No matter how the tall monster shook his head, he couldn't shake him off.

There was also a unicorn at his feet. Its horns were like chisels. Every time it hit, it could cut a piece off the frozen leg.

Bing Kui was enraged, and swung his sword with his right hand to slash at the human on his shoulder. Ice chips filled the air like splattered blood. Bing Kui's head was chopped off by himself, but he did not die. Instead, he continued to walk forward. After three steps, he fell backwards with a bang. One of his legs was cut off by the horn of the flea.

The fleeing monsters stopped at the same time, looking at the lingering ice fog, and their hearts were hanging.

"Run!" Mu Xingqiu jumped out of the fog, followed by Qilin.

More than a dozen ice lines appeared on the snow, which was a sign that Bing Kui was about to explode.

Under normal circumstances, the monsters would not leave Bing Kui at this stage. They would form several circles and wait for the last blow in fear. They didn't want to die, but they didn't dare to escape. But this time was different. They had the fearless Fan King, as well as the warriors and Qilin who could knock Bing Kui down. Their orders were effective immediately.

The monsters were running desperately, with Mu Xingqiu and Flea following behind. He didn't have time to gather enough monsters, so he had to let everyone run away.

The ice line extended faster than Mu Xingqiu's pace. With a bang, the ground sank a lot, and the cold air swept all creatures within a few miles.

The power of this explosion far exceeded Mu Xingqiu's expectations.