Exorcism

After living for more than a hundred years, Shen Shang knew what it meant to have weak legs for the first time.

The restriction of spells by Dou Yi Xing Shi Zhen has covered the surrounding areas of Ice City. Taoism, magic, and talismans cannot be used. Shen Shang and more than 20 talismans can only run on their legs. Fortunately for Fu Luke, although they are ordinary non-demon and half-demon, their natural physique is no better than that of humans. However, they have grown up in a difficult place since childhood, and they have developed a lot of strength. On the contrary, once Shen Shang, who was born in a Taoist sect, loses his spells, help becomes weak.

The Taoist priest first refined his body before refining the elixir. Shen Shang's physique was better than that of ordinary humans and monsters, but he made a simple mistake. He didn't know how to conserve his physical strength. He ran with all his strength from the beginning, faster than anyone else, and it didn't take long. I felt short of breath, chest tight, and my lungs felt like they were going to explode.

Over the years after leaving Pangshan, Shen Shang thought he had suffered a lot. He went to the most desolate and barren mountainous areas and lived with the simplest monsters. However, it was not until he temporarily lost his magic that he knew what real hardship was. , all previous experiences were just a quick glance.

His legs were as heavy as mountains and as soft as cotton. He didn't understand how these two feelings could appear at the same time.

"Get together!" His voice became hoarse, and his voice could no longer suppress the beast's roar. He couldn't help but admire these ugly, savage and tireless guys.

If the Star Shifting Formation really spreads over the entire world and makes the magic useless, wouldn't the orthodoxy be completely defeated? Shen Shang was shocked and felt that Dao Tong should not retreat like this. He should at least stop Bingkui from setting up the formation.

There was a loud noise in the distance, followed by the exclamations of a large group of monsters.

Shen Shang was short and couldn't see anything. When he saw a tall beast monster nearby, he ran over and said, "I'll lend you my shoulder."

The beast monster was three times the size of Shen Shang and several times thicker than him. He didn't hear the words coming from below at all. He was still looking up and up. It wasn't until the short human climbed onto his shoulders like a monkey that he turned around and turned around. He looked at his face in surprise, shook it hard a few times, but didn't shake it off, so he just let it take its course.

The fire on the battlefield had not been completely extinguished, and Shen Shang's third eye was still somewhat effective. He saw the large crater blasted by Bingkui in the distance. It was not very deep, but it was extremely wide, with a diameter of three or four miles. More than a hundred monsters were trapped within the snow pit, motionless and kept running, turning, and jumping forward in various postures, but their bodies were covered with a layer of ice, like a group of lifelike statues.

Fanwang Jincui was among them, holding a heavy hammer in his hand.

Shen Shang continued to look far away and saw Mu Xingqiu and Flea who were closest to the center of the explosion. His heart went cold. Even the two of them were frozen. Qilin's two front legs were still in the air. Mu Xingqiu The body leaned forward and one leg was raised, but it could not move at all.

The demons lost their backbone, some stood still, and some didn't know why, but they already felt that something was wrong, and looked around blankly, not knowing what to do next.

Most of the dozens of ice kings have taken shape, and they are wielding ice swords to harvest the monsters. Their movements are simple and gentle, without any tricks or rush. It seems that their life's work is to kill the monsters, and they have already become tired of it.

Shen Shang's body swayed and he almost fell off the beast monster's shoulder. He stretched out his hand to grab a cold beast horn and managed to steady himself. However, he felt that his legs were getting weaker. He really wanted to sit down and let others worry about the ice. Kui, he just wants to rest quietly for a while.

The life in Lao Zufeng was more comfortable. Shen Shang suddenly missed the days when he had nothing to do. Everything was in order and someone was responsible for everything. He only needed to open the gate of Taiyuan and tell the scared Taoist priests who were visiting for the first time. Just a few mysterious words - that's too easy. Even if he says the weather is fine, the excited little Taoist priest will understand more meaning on his own.

On the battlefield, everything is so simple that it makes people angry. It's life or death. Bingkui's killing of lives is as leisurely and boring as a gardener pruning branches. What's the meaning? What about heroic? The choice? Shen Shang had never felt so insignificant. Facing Bingkui's massacre, some monsters could still resist, but he had no power to fight back.

An ice king was approaching step by step. When the ice sword in his hand was raised into the air, Shen Shang could even see the blood on it.

Weak legs are no longer a problem. Shen Shang feels cold all over. He really wishes he could become smaller and get into the thick hair of the beast monster. It is both hidden and warm there, but the smell is not very good...

The beast monster roared, shouting something in a language that Shen Shang could not understand. Then he took a step forward and rushed towards Bing Kui, who was taller than him. He raised a wooden stick with a thick head and a thin tail high, shouldering Ups and downs, almost throwing the human out.

Shen Shang didn't understand what this beast monster was going to do. The stronger monsters had all been killed. How could he defeat Bing Kui while carrying a piece of wood? Even if a miracle happens and we win, how can we avoid the powerful ice blast?

But Shen Shang still held the horn tightly, neither escaping nor joining the battle. He did not want to make a choice, but gave this right to the beast monster at his feet.

The beast monster didn't have so many thoughts. He had experienced fear and depression, but his natural fighting spirit still prevailed. He didn't care whether death was meaningful or not, he just wanted to smash the wooden stick in his hand against that hateful big lump of ice.

Shen Shang stood on the shoulders of the beast demon and was still much shorter than Bing Kui. He looked up at the face that had been cut with a knife and axe. The white steam spurting from his nostrils and the white eye sockets were all filled with the smell of death. The breath is like an abyss tempting you to jump into.

The body of the beast shook violently, and then fell backwards. Shen Shang still did not let go of the beast's horns. He wanted to fall down and die together.

But things were different from what Shen Shang thought. It was not him and the beast monster who fell, but Bing Kui on the opposite side!

The abyss of death disappeared, and Shen Shang woke up from a dream. His ears could hear the calls on the battlefield again, and his eyes could see more details: the demon clan was not as panicked as he imagined. They were gathering together according to the orders passed by the talisman masters. Together, they launched successive attacks on Bingkui.

Right in front of Shen Shang, the seemingly calm Bingkui had actually suffered severe injuries to his legs from countless chops. The monster's big wooden club gave him the final blow, causing Bingkui to collapse with his legs broken.

Groups of monsters jumped on Bing Kui's body and continued to stab him with their meager weapons. The ice shards scattered in the air like wind blowing snow, blocking his sight but arousing stronger fighting spirit.

Three to four hundred monsters within a few miles were frozen.

Shen Shang is also among them. The strange thing is that he does not feel that this is the end at all. It is precisely when death is approaching that he does not want to die, nor does he want to give the right of choice to others. He wants to rely on his own efforts. Stay alive.

The mana is running slowly, after all, it is still running, and the body is exhausted. After all, there is still some physical strength left. Shen Shang struggles desperately, not expecting that he still has so much power.

There was a crisp sound, and a crack appeared in the ice on his body. Shen Shang generated another strength, and then like the most brutal beast monster, he shouted from his abdomen, chest, and the deepest part of his heart.

The ice cracked and Shen Shang could move again. He felt that his whole body was warm from the inside out. It was a comfortable heat, as if he had just run for a long time. His legs were no longer weak and his body was no longer heavy. He He took out his jade Ruyi from his sleeve and smashed it against the ice on the horn of the beast, regardless of how precious this main magic weapon was.

Fortunately, the power of Ruyi's blessing is still there, and it is harder than ice.

Once there is a gap in the ice on the beast monster, he can break free and let out a roar, which is louder and louder. It is much more pleasant than the sound of Bing Kui's explosion, but it also makes Shen Shang's eardrums numb.

Shen Shang jumped to the ground and helped more monsters get rid of the ice on their bodies. He felt an unprecedented excitement and shouted at every monster passing by: "We are not dead. We can really defeat the Ice King with numbers." !Ha ha."

He jumped and screamed like a madman. Even though some monsters had broken free from the ice on their own strength, he still rushed up and hit them with Ruyi, just to tell them: "We are not dead!"

Shen Shang was so excited that he saw Jin Cu running towards him with a group of monsters. He took a few steps to meet him. He raised Ruyi and was about to knock it down, but Jin Cu grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Jin Cu asked inexplicably.

"We're not dead, haha!" Shen Shang laughed, but it was still not enough to vent his excess energy, so he turned to a falling Bingkui in the distance and shouted the first curse word in his life, "I'm going to fuck you." Ancestor!”

Jin Cu was stunned, hesitating whether to slap Shen Shang out of his madness. He could see clearly from a distance that it was not this guy who defeated Bing Kui at all. Shen Shang stood on the shoulders of the beast monster, almost No contribution.

Shen Shang calmed down and gradually put away his smile, "Where is Mu Xingqiu? Is he okay?"

"He's also crazy." Jin Cuo said coldly, and couldn't help but add, "Mu Xingqiu vomited elixirs, and you are a Taoist priest from Pangshan."

"Haha, Taoist priests are nothing?" Shen Shang's whole body was filled with heat again. Swearing was like a magical elixir that not only produced heat but also stimulated potential. Shen Shang broke free from Jin Cu's grasp and ran towards the nearest An ice king.

He believed that the real madmen would be around Bingkui.

Shen Shang guessed it right. Mu Xingqiu and Flea were fighting with Bingkui. The flea was jumping around, attracting Bingkui's attention. Its horn could even compete with the ice sword. Mu Xingqiu had an extra weapon in his hand. He inserted a dagger into Bingkui's chest, made a fist with his other hand, and smashed the ice into pieces in four or five strokes, grabbing tiny seeds from inside.

Bing Kui fell down, then exploded. The cold struck for several miles, and all living things were covered in ice. However, there were too many living creatures around him, and the power was dispersed. The ice layer formed was as thin as paper. Even the weakest demon clan could survive with his own strength. Break free.

Shen Shang caught up with Mu Xingqiu, ran side by side with him towards the last few Bingkui, and said loudly: "We defeated Bingkui! They thought the curse would take effect and the monsters would wait to die obediently, but they didn't expect resistance. Haha. , we win!”

"Not yet, this is the first day." Mu Xingqiu saw the rising sun in the sky, but what appeared in his mind was a night many years ago: countless nebula tree seeds connected into strips of glowing trees lines, devouring and killing each other for a slim chance of landing and growing.

No idea how many of them are left.