Pigeon fine note

...and that solves it?

Gu Zeming was stunned.

"If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who asked it."

What his master taught him, he actually forgot all in his anxiety.

Before Gu Zeming could react, Xingbian squatted down in front of the bone pile in a blink of an eye.

"There are only skeletons left, no painful expressions... so boring." He poked at the burning bones, "How come there is no sound..."

He stopped moving, and quickly got up: "Get out of the way!"

The pile of bones burst open.It was gray and foggy.

"hatred……"

Gu Zeming vaguely heard such a voice coming from the gray mist.

"Hate... hate hate hate... die..."

The sound is getting louder and louder, one after another, overlapping.

"Hate hate hate hate—"

"Dead! Die! Die! Be buried with you! Die!"

The gray fog all over the sky made a chaotic sound of hatred, overwhelming the sky and pouring towards Gu Zeming.

Xingbian's face darkened, and he drew his sword and cut.

There was a strong wind.The sword energy pushed back the momentum of the gray mist.

The gray mist was split into two halves, and quickly reunited, showing no sign of easing up.

The soul-calling flag was still burning, and more gray mist gushed out of it, hitting the ice layer.

Gu Zeming had already heard the sound of countless shattered ice cubes falling.

He shrank behind the star transformation in fear, at a loss.

"Gu—accompany me—" Master's voice came from the gray mist.

"Master!" Gu Zeming exclaimed in shock.

Xingbian pressed down with another sword, and the gray mist passed by quickly, only the center was torn apart by the sword energy.

Gu Zeming felt a pain on the side of his neck where the gray mist brushed it.

He touched it and found blood on his hand.

"So it's like that..." Xing Bian glanced at the wound on his shoulder, "No wonder this ghost cultivator is so neurotic... So it's just a ray of obsession."

"...Huh?" Gu Zeming's voice was trembling.

"This soul-calling banner has gathered countless obsessions, which were originally suppressed by this ice." Xingbian tickled the corner of his mouth, as if he thought it was very interesting, "I accidentally released them all."

He said frankly: "Obsession is invisible, I can't be killed with a sword alone."

The gray mist attacked again.

"Then... how about that?"

Xingbian's next sword changed direction and did not go towards the gray mist.

Sword Qi attacked the ice layer at the dome.Large chunks of ice fell, smashing away the gray mist that had just launched an offensive.

"Withdraw." Xingbian withdrew his sword, and stretched out his hand to Gu Zeming.

Gu Zeming was stunned for a moment, and soon turned into a pigeon and jumped towards Xingbian's hand.

Xing Bian grabbed the pigeon and stuffed it into his pocket, and galloped to the depths of the ice cave on the other side.

As the movement behind him faded away, Xing Bian slowed down, and he was still looking at the icicles of various shapes above his head leisurely.

The ice caves here are no longer wide, and the heights and widths are only enough for one person to pass through.

"...is it safe?" Gu Zeming asked cautiously.

"Maybe." Xing Bian walked leisurely, "The ice is still there, and it will probably take some days for the soul-calling flag to regain its full strength.... At least it can't catch up with me now."

"Then it regained its strength...?"

"Blood is all over the mountains and rivers." Xingbian said casually, "This obsession may have been accumulated for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. When it breaks through the ice, no one in the world will be able to stop it."

He seemed to be a bit of a joke: "The master of the Shenji Sect used his broken compass to calculate for a long time, and even if there were two things, the chaos of the general and the birth of the magic sword, he naively thought that sealing the magic sword would prevent him Disaster. Unfortunately, it seems that there is no relationship between the two."

"I can't wait to see his expression when he realizes his stupidity." Xing Bian almost laughed when he said that.

Gu Zeming fell silent.

"But... you can't escape death."

"If you have the whole world buried with you, why not die?" Xing Bian said happily.

Gu Zeming was silent for a while.

"Can Qianjie deal with it?"

Xingbian paused, and glanced at the magic sword floating beside him: "...this magic sword is only 1000 years old, can it parry that old monster?"

"...I want to try."

Star Change stopped.

The pigeon emerged from its pocket and took human form.

"You have a lot of ideas." Xingbian pointed at Gu Zeming's chin with his fingertips, and raised his face.

There was still a smile on his face, but his eyes turned cold.

The wound on the side of the neck was involved, and Gu Zeming squinted his eyes in pain.

"Is there any room for your thoughts?" Xingbian asked slowly.

The sword beside him was half out of its sheath.Killing intent filled the air.

Gu Zeming didn't dare to move, and didn't know what to say, he just watched Xingbian cowardly.

His eyes were full: I am just a poor and innocent pigeon.

Star Change: "..."

When he was trapped in his inner demons, Gu Zeming also looked on quietly and confusedly with such eyes.

"Forget it," he turned around and left, "Occasionally, I will be more tolerant to those who want to die."

Gu Zeming was stunned for a moment.

Xingbian's figure had disappeared into the depths of the ice cave.