Chapter 713 Setting up a cage
Fu Kong felt a sense of coldness.
He turned around and found ominous black and white flames burning on the battlefield.
The media of these flames are the corpses on the battlefield.
It ignites blazingly from the corpse, and it is difficult to extinguish it even if it is contaminated by living people. It turns into a corpse during the burning, and then also becomes the spreader of this flame.
Strange magic.
This strange form of expression is nothing more than a strange technique in this world.
But he has seen a large and systematic magic, which is the faith magic of the empire's national religion.
But now this flame from death is a completely new experience.
Although the flame is burning, there is no temperature, only coldness.
The greed for life and the lust for death made Fukong feel disgusted subconsciously.
Soon, he felt the significance of this flame burning at this time.
It is gathering death on this battlefield.
Not the body, not the spirit, but death itself.
Death magic, if possible, should be called such a terrifying power.
So, what is the source of this power?
He quickly diffused his senses and swept across the entire plateau battlefield. Then his expression changed and he quickly left the place and rushed towards the dynasty's frontier fortress where he originally came.
"It's actually there!"
…
The frontier fortress was suddenly attacked by black and white inflammation.
The Bian'an cultists surrounded the frontier fortress at some unknown time, and then threw the Fire of Death into the city.
The imperial army is taking advantage of the opportunity to attack the imperial army and regain the lost territory. At this time, the frontier fortress is empty of troops. The situation at this time can be described as desolate.
A recruit looked at the other side cultists walking in front of him, and listened to the screams of his companions and even his own instructor being burned to death. His hands were trembling, his limbs were weak, and his mind was completely dominated by fear.
At this time, Fu Kong's figure fell down in the sky and crushed the head of the cultist on the other side in front of him with his kick.
Seeing Fukong's tall figure, the recruit was speechless for a moment, but tears filled his eyes.
"Why are you crying! You have to save other people!" Fukong shouted loudly, snapping him back from his brief relaxation.
His body trembled and he assumed a posture of accepting orders.
"Quickly gather your strength and find a magician to fight these flames. Don't touch the flames with your body. If it sticks to it, peel off your skin. If your limbs are infected, cut them off immediately! Tears are useless on the battlefield! Give them to me. Cheer up and hold on to your weapons!"
"yes!"
After the recruit gave a strong reply, he quickly shouted and ran away.
After Fu Kong finished speaking, he immediately turned around and rushed around to kill the other side believers who were causing trouble.
"Damn you bastard!" He looked gloomy.
Zhuang He told him about the other side believers participating in the martial arts competition, but what happened in front of him was completely unpredictable. How could a cult have the courage to massacre the city and frontier fortress under the eyes of the dynasty! ?
In fact, this is a conspiracy against Fukong and the Dynasty Army!
Everyone knows what Fu Kong will do on the battlefield. He wants to help the dynasty defeat the empire as soon as possible. If he can set foot on the main battlefield, he will definitely go directly to the local base camp.
After Fukong's surprise attack was successful, the Imperial Army would not miss this opportunity to counterattack and mobilized its troops to charge towards the Imperial Army.
Then, the power left behind suddenly became empty.
Why?
Is there any benefit to doing this to the other side of the world? The foundation of the Biangan Sect is within the dynasty. Is it possible that they can go directly to the empire after this battle? The empire is dominated by the state religion, so how can foreign sects have any room to survive?
What confidence do they have that they can still gain a foothold in the dynasty after taking direct action against the dynasty's army?
Even if they were involved with that dog emperor and went to such a crazy level, the dog emperor couldn't protect them!
Fu Kong couldn't figure it out, but his fists and kicks didn't stop at all, and the siege from the other side believers was no match for him.
He killed a large number of believers in confusion, saved many people, and watched many people die screaming and wrapped in flames. There are countless corpses lying at the feet. Whether they are believers from the other side or not, as long as they become corpses here, they will become fuel for the fire.
He Weiwei panted, not from fatigue, but from exhaustion.
"Brother Kong hasn't changed much after all this time. It's not good to have a strong sense of responsibility. Life will be very difficult."
At this time, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.
What is this sound?
It's a little strange, but it seems familiar.
It comes from the depths of memories that are long gone, memories that I don’t want to recall anymore.
Under that bloody night, the figure who casually sat on the wall and confided his true feelings to himself.
He slowly turned back: "Qing...Mian?"
The figure behind him has grown up and is completely different from what he remembered.
The long jet-black hair turned into dry paleness, and a pair of eyes that were as smart as if they could speak. At this time, only the crazy and dead black sclera and white pupils were left.
She has grown a lot but is still very thin.
Everything has become so strange.
Only that smiling face is still very familiar.
Qing Mian was stunned, pursed her lips, and smiled brighter: "As expected of you, Brother Kong. I originally thought you couldn't recognize me, but you recognized me right away. We haven't seen each other for many years, more than twenty years. , more than forty years, much longer. We were only thirteen when we parted."
"That's it...yes, you should still be alive." Fu Kong's heart was far from as calm as it appeared.
Memories are sticky.
Once I think about it, I can recall a lot.
They were once as close as brother and sister, clinging to each other through the harsh winter, sharing half a piece of white steamed bun that others didn't want. He went to fight with someone because she was being bullied. If he couldn't beat her, she would rescue him through clever tricks, and then fight him back together.
Memories are embellished, but Fu Kong has not forgotten that night.
He poisoned everyone in the gang except him and smiled scornfully when he revealed everything to himself.
"Of course, those who are still alive, even if I have to die, I want to die with you, Brother Kong."
"Sorry, I'm married."
Qingmian: "..."
After a slight pause, she smiled and grabbed her hair hard: "Oh, forget it, Brother Kong, you are so upright. It's hard for me to be angry with you. If I want to vent my anger, it's better to find the man named Zhuang."
Soon, Fukong recovered from the sluggishness of his short-term memory, narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "You joined the Bian'an Sect, you did all this."
"Yes, after all, I want Brother Kong to stay here forever, but Brother Kong, you are too strong. So, as before, you have to be clever."
The surrounding flames grew stronger after she finished speaking.
"The sense of responsibility will make you torture yourself and care about these mortals who are worse than insects to you. This city is a cage I carefully prepared for you. By the way, I have sent people to find Zhuang He. If you can If I sit down and talk face to face with that woman, I should be able to relieve my anger a lot, what do you think, Brother Kong?"
Whoosh!
The fist suddenly expanded in front of his eyes, but was accurately blocked by a long white sword.
Fu Kong was surprised that Qing Mian's seemingly thin figure easily blocked his punch.
"There is really no hesitation...just as I expected." Qing Mian still smiled, squinted her eyes and leaned forward, trying to get closer to Fu Kong.
【shock】!
The fist holding the long sword shook violently, and the spreading shock knocked Qing Mian away.
Qing Mian's sword-holding hand trembled slightly, but she suffered almost no injuries after receiving a shock from the front.
"Since you are so familiar with the past, you should also remember what will happen if you piss me off." Fukong's eyes widened slightly, and his energy blew his hair and clothes.
Qing Mian's tongue gently licked her lips: "Of course, so come on"