Fang Mu's situation is not optimistic.

Once a monk loses his true qi, he is almost no different from an ordinary person except for his physical strength, which is different from that of ordinary people.

There are many dangers he faces.

It's winter, the snow is thick, and the dense jungle may be better, but this is in the swampy area.

The snow was howling and the wind was strong.

Fang Mu closed his eyes tightly, and there was a burst of heat all over his body.

The indescribable heat, like a raging fire, seemed to have a flame in his chest, constantly scorching his internal organs.

It won't be long before he dies.

Frozen to death.

In the case of extreme cold, people's bodies will be hot and hot, just like children having snowball fights, catching snow for a long time, and the palms of their hands are hot for a while.

That's why, many people who have frozen to death are often disheveled when their bodies are found.

- Before dying, it was so cold that he was confused, and so hot that he undressed.

If Fang Mu could still have a subconscious, he would be like this, but he was exhausted, his dantian was seriously overdrawn, and he completely fainted.

Once the night had passed, it didn't take dawn for snow to cover his entire body.

Fortunately, it was hung on a tree branch, otherwise lying on the ground full of silt, I am afraid that I would be buried alive by the snow.

The corpse of the old war king was not far from Fang Mu.

He did everything he could.

Even if he knew that Fang Mu might not be able to survive this dangerous swamp, he was helpless and powerless to return to the sky, and the rest could only depend on Fang Mu's creation.

"Whew——!"

Winter Snow is more like a blunt knife that kills slowly, while the beast of the night is a sharp blade.

The footsteps of predators, cautiously searching the swamps.

In such a harsh environment, monsters emerge one after another, and beasts will only be even more so.

A brown wolf approached.

It roars with a distinctive call, not to call for a companion, but to cause great psychological pressure on its prey, that is......

Stir.

Zhuge Song's corpse had a shiver that made him feel deep in his soul, and he didn't dare to approach.

And Fang Mu was naturally targeted.

"Whew!"

The ferocious brown wolf jumped up and jumped to the height!

The demon beasts in the spiritual realm are unusual, even if they are on the branches of trees, this height is ...... It can be obtained just as much!

Bang.

The brown wolf was hit on the head by a small flying gravel, and flew upside down a hundred meters away, and before he could even scream, he convulsed and lost his life.

A beautiful figure quickly swept over and jumped on the branch.

"Husband?!"

Xia Yan was out of breath, sensing that something was wrong in Fang Mu's body, and hurriedly carried it off the dead tree.

She glanced at the sitting Zhuge Song and paused for a moment.

Soon, though, she looked away.

She didn't know any techniques, and she couldn't even make a fire, let alone use fire techniques to get cold, so she had no choice but to hug Fang Mu tightly and recuperate the other party with her own body temperature.

"This old man...... It's dead......"

Xia Yan kept rubbing Fang Mu's body and muttered to himself.

Life and death are ordinary and insignificant in her eyes, but Zhuge Song's sitting still makes her feel a little pity.

It's nothing else,

It's purely just because Zhuge Song is not bad to Fang Mu, not how Zhuge Song treats her.

That's all.

Except for Fang Mu, almost everyone could see Xia Mu's cold side, extremely indifferent, only Fang Mu couldn't see it, because he was Fang Mu.

As for where the little fox went, she didn't bother to think about it.

Right now, she only has one thing on her mind, and it is enough to take care of Fang Mu.

Invisibly, the purple qi never stopped.

Even if he fell into a coma, the purple qi beads in Fang Mu's dantian were still running, constantly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and making up for the hungry dantian with a vortex-like madness.

There are more and more corpses on the ground around.

The hungry beasts smelled blood and came to forage for food, and the monsters that passed by were also bombarded with blood and flesh by their fists.

She always guarded Fang Mu and never left an inch.

Until four days have passed.

The snow stopped, Fang Mu opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was not the rising sun, but the ripples of tenderness.

"Awake?"

Xia Yan's crescent-like eyes fluttered, revealing a smile that no one else would ever see.

Fang Mu quickly checked the situation in his body, and there was no major problem.

It's just that the dantian is a little overdrawn, and there are purple qi beads, which can be repaired independently, and it only needs to be cultivated for some more time to recover to the peak.

"How did you find it?"

Fang Mu's mind was muddy, a lot of questions, and he frowned: "What about the little fox?" And Zhuge ......"

Halfway through his words, he froze.

He looked at Zhuge Song, who had already sat down, subconsciously got up, walked quickly, and stopped in front of the snow-white stone platform.

Silent for a long time.

"After the Qingfeng Gate collapsed, I secretly chased after it and secretly searched for it."

"By the time I arrived, he would be dead, as for the fox ......"

Speaking of this, Xia Yan shook his head and whispered: "I don't know very well, in short, husband doesn't have to be low, you have done a good job." ”

Fang Mu's face was expressionless, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Thank you for your hard work."

He lost his mind for a moment, and said expressionlessly: "The fox demon woke up and left." ”

Xia Yan frowned and asked, "How does the husband know?" ”

Fang Mu pointed to his eyebrows: "When Zhuge was sitting, he left some messages, in my place, and ...... Gave me a gift. ”

The word "senior" comes from the bottom of my heart.

At the peak of the vicissitudes of life, he was a great monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, yes, and his cultivation was a big cut away from Zhuge Song in the realm.

But that was only the last life.

In this life, he is just a junior who has just stepped into the door of cultivation.

Yu Gong, he should call the old war king a senior, Yu private......

The old war king can also stand this senior.

"What gift?" Xia Yan asked.

"Not here, go back and get it." Fang Mu said.

He was silent for a moment, patted the thick white snow off Zhuge Song's body, took out a broken sword from the storage ring, and dug into the mud one by one.

It's slow and extremely inefficient.

Fang Mu can cast a spell to directly break through the soil, and he can shake out a hole by stomping his feet.

But he chose to dig slowly in such an ancient way.

Little by little, the mud was picked up by the tip of the sword, but Xia Yan did not disturb him, retreated into the distance, and was vigilant all around, inspecting the potential threats in the swamp.

Until noon.

Fang Mu buried Zhuge Song's body in the soil, and then buried it bit by bit with the dust in his hand.

The former king of war has now been reduced to a mound of loess.

Fang Mu did not carve a tombstone, so as not to do evil to the enemy.

"Thank you."

He stared at the loess for a while, arched his hand, and then greeted Xia Yan, it was time to leave.

And the broken sword was left by him next to the tomb, pierced into the soil, and stood in front of the tomb, this was Fang Mu's first sword in the true sense, no matter how broken it was.

His broken sword is here,

He will remember kindness and hatred.

He must keep his promise and be the first person of the younger generation in Nanling, even if there is only half a year left.

He practiced for himself,

In this cannibalistic world, he will have a clear blood and a clear conscience.

His sword is here.

Unless its owner bows his head, it will never break.