Fukong felt a chill.

He turned his head and saw an ominous black and white flame burning on the battlefield.

The medium of these flames is the corpses on the battlefield.

It is difficult to extinguish the contamination of the living from the corpse, and it turns into a corpse in the burning, and then it also becomes the propagator of this flame.

Anomalous arts.

This strange form of expression is nothing more than an anomaly in this world.

But he had seen enough vast and systematic anomaly so far, that is, the belief anomaly of the Imperial State Church.

And now this flame from death is a new experience.

Although the flame burns, it does not feel the temperature, only the cold.

The greed for life and the greed for death made Fukong feel disgusted subconsciously.

Soon, he felt the meaning of this flame burning again.

It's closing the dead on this battlefield.

Not physically, not spiritually, but death itself.

Death magic, if it could, would be what it calls a terrifying force.

So, what is the source of this power?

He quickly spread his senses and swept across the entire plateau battlefield, then his complexion changed, and he quickly left the place, rushing towards the original dynasty Biansai.

"It's there!"

……

Biansai was suddenly attacked by Black and White Flame.

At some point, the cultists on the other side surrounded the Biansai, and then threw the fire of the dead into the city.

The dynastic army is taking the opportunity to attack the imperial army and regain the lost territory, and at this time, the border fortress is empty, and the situation at this time can be described as a misery.

A recruit looked at the disciples on the other side who walked in front of him, listening to the screams of his companions and even his own sect leader being burned to death, his hands trembled, his limbs weakened, and his mind was completely dominated by fear.

At this moment, the figure of Fukong in the sky fell, and stomped on the head of the disciple on the other side in front of him.

Looking at Fukong's tall figure, the recruit was speechless for a while, but burst into tears.

"What to cry about! You've saved everyone else! Fekon slammed down, quickly roaring him back from his brief moment of relaxation.

His body shook and he assumed a posture of receiving orders.

"Gather your strength quickly, find a magician to fight these flames, don't touch the flames with your body, if you stick to it, you will peel off your skin, and if your limbs are stained, you must cut off immediately! Tears are useless on the battlefield! Cheer me up and hold my weapons tightly! ”

"Yes!"

The recruit replied forcefully, then quickly shouted and ran away.

After Fukong finished speaking, he immediately turned his head and rushed around, killing those disciples on the other side.

"Damn the crumbs!" His face was gloomy.

Zhuang He told him about the participation of the disciples on the other side in the martial arts competition, but the kind of thing that happened in front of him was completely unpredictable, how could a cult have the courage to slaughter the city under the nose of the dynasty!?

Even, this is a conspiracy against Fukong and the Dynasty Army!

Everyone knows what Fukong will do on the battlefield, he is bent on helping the dynasty defeat the empire as soon as possible, if he can set foot on the main battlefield, it must be directly towards the local base camp.

After the success of Fukong's surprise attack, the Dynasty Army would not miss this opportunity to counterattack and mobilize troops to charge the Imperial Army.

Then, the forces left behind in the rear were suddenly empty.

Why?

Is there any benefit to the Church of the Other Side? The foundation of the Church is within the dynasty, could it be that they can still run directly to the empire after fighting this war? The empire has a state religion dominant, how can foreign sects survive?

What confidence do they have in the dynasty that they will be able to gain a foothold in the dynasty after taking direct action against the dynasty's army?

Even if they were involved with the Dog Emperor, to the point of such madness, the Dog Emperor would not be able to protect them!

Fukong couldn't figure it out, but his fists and feet didn't stop at all, and the siege of the disciples on the other side was not his enemy.

Puzzled, he killed a large number of cultists, saved many people, and watched many die screaming in flames. There are countless corpses under their feet, whether they are disciples on the other side or not, as long as they become corpses here, they will become firewood.

He Weiwei gasped, not tired, but tired.

"Brother Kong, it hasn't changed much after so long. It's not good to have too strong a sense of responsibility, and it's going to be very hard to live. ”

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind him.

What is this sound?

It's a little unfamiliar, but it seems familiar.

From the depths of a memory that has been long gone, a memory that I don't want to recall again.

Under the bloodstained night, the figure who sat casually on the wall confided his true heart to himself.

He slowly turned his head: "Qing ...... Sleep? ”

The figure behind him, when he grew up, didn't look like what he remembered at all.

The long black hair turned dry and pale, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to speak, and at this time only the black sclera and white pupils of madness and dead silence remained.

She's grown a lot taller, but she's still very thin.

Everything has become so strange.

Only that smiling face is still familiar.

Qing Mian was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips, and smiled even brighter: "It's you, Brother Kong." I thought you wouldn't recognize me, but you did. I haven't seen you for years, twenty years, forty years, and more. I was only thirteen years old when we parted. ”

"That's right...... Yes, you should still be alive. "Fukong's heart is far from being as calm as it seems.

Memories are sticky.

When I think about it, I sketch a lot.

Once like a brother and sister, snuggling up to each other through the harsh winter, sharing half a piece of white steamed buns that others don't want, he went to find someone to fight because she was bullied, and if she couldn't beat it, she was saved by her cleverness, and then fought back together.

Memories are embellished, but Fukong has not forgotten that night.

poisoned everyone in the gang except him, revealing to himself the scorn of all times.

"Of course I'm still alive, even if I want to die, I want to die with you, Brother Kong."

"I'm sorry, I'm married."

Qingmian: "......"

After a slight pause, she smiled and grabbed her hair hard: "Alas, forget it, Brother Kong, you are so upright, it is difficult for me to be angry with you, it is better to find the surname Zhuang if you want to be angry." ”

Soon, Fukong recovered from the sluggishness of his short memories, squinted his eyes slightly, and said, "You joined the Other Shore Sect, and you did all this. ”

"Yes, after all, I'm going to let Brother Kong stay here forever, but Brother Kong, you are too strong. So, as before, you have to be a little clever. ”

The flames around her grew louder as her words fell.

"A sense of responsibility will make you torture yourself, and you will care about these mortals who are not even as good as worms to you, and this city is the cage I have prepared for you. By the way, I've already asked someone to go to Zhuang He, if I can sit down with that woman and talk face-to-face, I should be able to relieve a lot of anger, what do you think, Brother Kong? ”

Sou!

The fist jerked in front of his eyes, but was pinpointedly blocked by a white sword.

Fukong was surprised, Qingmian's seemingly thin figure easily blocked his punch.

"I really didn't hesitate...... Just as I expected. Still smiling, Qing Mian squinted forward, trying to get closer to Fukong.

[Shock]!

The fist against the long sword slammed, and the spreading shock knocked Qing Mian away.

Qing Mian's sword hand trembled slightly, but there was almost no injury from a shock on the front.

"Since you know everything about the past, then you should also remember what will happen if you provoke me." Fukong's eyes widened slightly, and he blew vigorously on his hair and the hem of his clothes.

Qing Mian's tongue licked his lips gently: "Of course, so come on~." ”

(End of chapter)