Chapter 880: Soul Melting

In the dark cave at the bottom of the lake**, a corpse with severed hands and feet was abandoned. The ice fang stood quietly in front of the corpse, his figure as lonely as the frost in the desert, he knew no anger, he did not know grief, he was indifferent to the tragic death of his loved ones, and he was hidden in hell, although he was attracted by some kind of breath in the dark.

He didn't know what pain was, but this was the greatest cruelty that the heavens had ever been to him. Pain and weeping are the most basic things in every living being, and they should not be taken away.

"Let's do something. Ranwu said to Ye Qingcheng: "I feel so uncomfortable. ”

Ye Qingcheng hesitated for a moment and said, "His soul was torn apart by the Extreme Ice, if I forcibly fused his soul together, it might hurt his life." ”

"Even if it's better, it's better than now!" Ranbu suddenly shouted loudly, "What's the point of living like this!?"

"Oh well. Ye Qingcheng nodded and said.

He walked behind the Ice Fang, and without an order, the Ice Fang would not take the initiative to attack, unless his life was threatened, otherwise, he would not know how to resist.

"Gru, can you restrain him?" Ye Qingcheng asked.

"Lu. Gru nodded in response.

Then, Ye Qingcheng cautiously reached out and grabbed the neck of the ice fang from behind. Ye Qingcheng put his fingers together, a red light flashed from his fingertips, and gently pressed his fingers against the back of Bingfang's head, and then, he secretly used his strength, and after brewing for a while, his eyes suddenly turned into green eyes and red pupils, and finally shouted in a deep voice: "Dementor Finger!!"

In an instant, a majestic soul power surged into Bing Fang's brain, his body suddenly trembled, and let out a painful roar, and he suddenly turned his face and waved his claws, trying to attack Ye Qingcheng.

As a result, at the moment when he counterattacked, two blue-brown vines flew over like lightning, wrapping around the ice fang's arms. Then, he flung over three vines, restraining the ice fang's feet and waist.

After Ye Qingcheng grabbed the neck of the ice fang, he used his soul power frantically, and kept pouring into the ice fang's head.

Although the ice fang has a strong strength, it was hit head-on by Ye Qingcheng's soul technique when it was unprepared, and it was still the fate of being unconscious.

But in the blink of an eye, the ice fang's body stiffened and did not move. At the same time, Ye Qingcheng also lost his breath.

Seeing this, vines sprouted from Gru's body, winding and curling up quietly, forming a vine ball, imprisoning Ye Qingcheng and the ice fang into the vine ball together.

"Hmm. Gru turned his head to look at Flurry and reached out to gather a bed of vines, motioning for her to rest for a while.

"Well, you're so considerate. Flurry smiled.

Gru sat in front of the vine ball, staring at it silently, spying inside at all times.

............

The soul space of the ice fang is like a chaotic starry sky.

Clouds of fire, pale as rags, fluttered in fragments over the vast sky. This space is cold and dark, and every broken soul is far away from each other, unable to connect with each other, and it seems extremely lonely.

This is the spirit world of the Ice Fang, like himself, lonely and poignant.

Suddenly, in the pitch-black soul space, a terrifying blood smoke swelled up. The blood smoke was like a majestic cloud, faintly condensing into a hideous blood shadow. A pair of blood-colored bat-wings, a blood-colored dragon tail, a pair of sharp dragon claws, and a blue-faced fanged head. Its eyes were blue, like a ghost fire in a tomb, and it held a strange bloody dagger in its mouth.

Thanks to Mu Feiyang's ghost eyes, Ye Qingcheng's soul technique has always been his strength, and he has never been tired. Now, he has gradually perfected his soul art attainments. This evil ghost is the other side of his soul.

It hung in the air, looking at the scattered souls around it, and its heart was desolate.

After a moment of silence, it took the dagger from its mouth, and stretched out its other claw, aimed at a floating remnant soul in the distance, and violently used its soul power, and the pale remnant soul immediately flew over, carrying part of the tragic memory of the ice fang, and approached Ye Qingcheng.

............

I don't know how long it took, Ranwu felt a hazy firelight shining, and heard Ye Qingcheng's sigh.

She opened her eyes and found that it was all over.

A bonfire burned inside the cave, and Ye Qingcheng and Gollum sat silently in front of the bonfire. The ice fang was leaning against the stone wall with a pale face, and was in a coma, his body curled up, looking very pitiful. Beside him, there is also a columbarium jar with his father's ashes inside.

"How long have I been asleep?" Flurry walked over.

"Five or six hours. Ye Qingcheng said.

Ye Qingcheng's face was wrong, his heart sank, he sat down by the bonfire, and said, "Ice fang, isn't it?"

"His soul fused together. Ye Qingcheng said: "There shouldn't be any big danger, it's just that he is very weak now, and it will take some time to wake up." ”

"Then why do you have such an expression?" asked Ranbu, puzzled.

Ye Qingcheng hesitated for a moment and said, "When I fused his soul for him, I saw his past. I thought that my experience was already very bumpy, but I didn't expect that he endured when he was a child—"

Suddenly, Ye Qingcheng sensed a certain breath, and immediately stopped talking, and his expression suddenly became serious.

"Bang !!!"

A terrifying explosion erupted at the bottom of the lake, and the water of the lake shook violently, and the entire cliff shook violently.

"Ye Qingcheng!" Mu Feiyang's voice, like thunder rolling on the sky, echoed in the lake repeatedly, "Don't dodge, you have the breath of a ghost eye on your body, no matter where you hide, Lao Tzu can find you!"

Ye Qingcheng immediately stood up and said angrily: "That guy is really decisive, in order to chase and kill me, he didn't even take the Blood Prison Lord. ”

"Now that Ice Fang is unconscious, are we going to fight him?" Randance asked.

Ye Qingcheng shook his head and said, "Even if Bingfang is not unconscious, we can't fight him." ”

"What then?" Ranbu asked. Since Mu Feiyang was able to chase them here, it meant that it was only a matter of time before he found them.

"You take the ice fang and leave first. Ye Qingcheng said: "We will do everything we can to hold him back, and then we will fight with you." ”

"You're going to be okay, are you?" Randance asked worriedly.

"We'll try to join you up and protect the Ice Fang, he's weak now. Ye Qingcheng took a deep breath, pulled out the Xuanxue Great Sword, and said to Gru, "Let's go." ”

............

By the mighty brown water river, a stone path suddenly burst out. Then, Ranwu carried a golden spirit coffin and flew out of it.

Inside the coffin was the unconscious Ice Fang, and his father's urn.

"Tom!!"

As soon as she stood on the riverbank, a majestic column of water burst out of the turbulent river in front of her. Then, Mu Feiyang, who was wearing dark red armor, flew up suddenly. Ye Qingcheng followed, dragging an awe-inspiring sword, and Gru also flew up and followed behind him.

"I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but your cultivation has increased a lot!" Mu Feiyang said excitedly.

"The festival between us has ended more than ten years ago, and there is no need to fight each other anymore. Ye Qingcheng said in a deep voice.

"Fuck your mother's fart!" Mu Feiyang scolded angrily and said, "At the beginning, if you were beaten like a lost dog, would you still say such a thing?"

Ye Qingcheng had an anger in his eyes, turned his head to look at Ranwu on the riverside, Ranwu immediately nodded, and then carried the golden spirit coffin and fled quickly towards the barren mountains and rocks in the distance. The duel between Ye Qingcheng and Mu Feiyang will definitely sacrifice a thousand palms, and that kind of power is by no means something that Ranwu can resist, even if it is affected.