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After living for more than a hundred years, Shen Shang knew for the first time what is weak legs.

The imprisonment of the spells by the Doushi Star Movement array has covered the surrounding area of ​​the Ice City. Taoism, magic, and talismans cannot be used. Shen Shang and more than 20 talisman tourists can only run with their legs. Fortunately, although they are ordinary non-demons and half-demons, their natural physiques are not stronger than humans at all, but they have grown up in difficult places since childhood and have developed a whole body. On the contrary, Shen Shang, who was from the Taoist school, becomes weak and powerless once he loses the help of his magic.

Before the Taoist priest refined his body, he first refined his body. Shen Shang's physique was better than that of ordinary humans and demons, but he made a simple mistake. He did not know how to preserve his physical strength. He ran with all his strength from the beginning, and his speed was faster than anyone else. He felt panting and chest tightness, and his lungs seemed to explode.

After leaving Pangshan for the years, Shen Shang thought he had suffered a lot. He went to the most desolate and barren mountainous areas and lived with the simplest demon clan. However, until he temporarily lost his magic, he realized what the real hardship was. All his previous experiences were just a quick look.

His legs were as heavy as a mountain and as soft as cotton. He didn't understand how these two feelings would appear at the same time.

"Get together!" His voice became hoarse, and his voice could no longer suppress the roar of the beast monster. He couldn't help but admire these ugly, barbaric and tireless guys.

If the Dou Zhuang Star Movement Array really spreads the whole world and makes the magic lose its place of use, wouldn’t the Taoist Tong be defeated? Shen Shang was shocked and felt that the Taoist Tong really shouldn’t just retreat like this, at least it should stop Bing Kui from setting up the formation.

A loud noise came from a distance, followed by the exclamation of a large group of demons.

Shen Shang was short and could not see anything. He saw a tall beast monster nearby. He ran over and said, "Let me borrow your shoulders and use it."

The beast monster was three times that of Shen Shang, several rounds thicker than him. He didn't hear any words from below, and was still looking up. It was not until the short human crawled onto his shoulders like a monkey that he turned his bearded face, looked in surprise, shook it hard for a few times, but didn't shake it off, so he let it go.

The fire on the battlefield has not been completely extinguished. Shen Shang's Tiange also has some effect. He saw the large pit exploded by Bingkui in the distance. It was not very deep, but it was very wide in area, with a diameter of three or four miles. More than a hundred demons were trapped in the snow pit, and kept running motionlessly, turning around, and rushing forward in various postures, but his body was covered with ice, like a group of lifelike statues.

Fan Wang Jincu was there, holding a heavy hammer in his hand.

Shen Shang's eyes continued to look far. Seeing Mu Xingqiu and the fleas closest to the center of the explosion, his heart suddenly became cold. Even the two of them were frozen. The two front legs of the Qilin were still in the air. Mu Xingqiu leaned forward, and one of his legs was raised, but he could not move at all.

The demons lost their backbone, some stood still, and some were unclear, but they felt that the situation was wrong and looked around in a daze. They didn't know what to do next.

Most of the dozens of ice cream have taken shape, wielding ice swords to harvest in the demon group. Their movements are simple and smooth, without tricks or rushing. It seems that the job of this life is to kill the demon clan, and they are already so skillful that they are a little tired of it.

Shen Shang shook his body and almost fell off the beast monster's shoulder. He reached out and grabbed a cold beast horn, and barely stabilized his body. But he felt his legs were weaker. He really wanted to sit down and let others worry about Bingkui. He just wanted to rest quietly for a while.

It’s better that Laozu Peak’s life is more comfortable. Shen Shang suddenly missed the days when he was doing nothing in the past. Everything was orderly and everyone was responsible for everything. He just needed to open the door of the Taiyuan and say a few mysterious words to the young Taoist priests who were frightened when they first visited - that was too easy. Even if he said the weather was good, the excited young Taoist priest would understand more meanings by himself.

Everything on the battlefield is so simple that it makes people angry. Eikui cuts and kills life like a gardener pruning a branch. What is the meaning? What is the heroic? What is the choice? Shen Shang never felt that he was so small. Faced with Bingkui's massacre, some demons could resist, but he had no power to fight back.

A Bingkui was approaching step by step. When the ice sword in his hand was raised into the air, Shen Shang could even see the blood on it.

The legs were weak anymore. Shen Shang felt chills all over his body. He really hoped that he could get smaller and penetrated into the dense hair of the beast monster. It was hidden and warm, but it tasted bad...

The beast monster roared, shouted something in words that Shen Shang couldn't understand, then took a step forward and rushed towards Bingkui, who was taller than him, raised a wooden stick with a thick head and thin tail high, with its shoulders rising and falling, and almost threw the human out.

Shen Shang didn't understand what this beast monster was going to do. The stronger demon clan was killed. How could he defeat Bingkui with a piece of wood? Even if a miracle happened, how could he avoid the powerful ice explosion?

But Shen Shang still held the beast horn tightly, did not escape and did not intend to join the war. He did not want to make a choice, but handed over this right to the beast monster under his feet.

The beast monster didn't have so many thoughts. He had fear and depression, but his natural fighting spirit still dominated. He didn't care whether death was meaningful or not, and he just wanted to smash the wooden stick in his hand on the hateful big ice lump.

Shen Shang was still much shorter than Bingkui when he stood on the beast monster's shoulder. He looked up at the face cut by the knife and axe. The white vapor and white eye sockets sprayed out from his nostrils were all filled with the breath of death, like an abyss that was tempting to jump down.

The beast monster's body shook violently, and then leaned back. Shen Shang still did not release the beast's horns. He wanted to fall down one by one and die one by one.

But things were different from Shen Shang's thoughts. It was not him and the beast monster that fell down, but Bingkui on the opposite side!

The abyss of death disappeared, Shen Shangru woke up from his dream, and could hear the calls on the battlefield with his ears, and he could see more details: the demon clan was not as panicked as he imagined. They were gathering together according to the orders passed by the talisman guests and launching a continuous attack on Bingkui.

Just in front of Shen Shang, the Bingkui who looked calm was actually seriously injured due to countless chopping. The beast monster's big wooden stick gave the last blow, and Bingkui's legs fell down.

Groups of demons jumped onto Bingkui's body and continued to sting with their insignificant weapons. The ice chips scattered in the air like wind shattering snow, blocking their sight. But they aroused a stronger fighting spirit.

Then Bingkui exploded, like a loud slap in the face, but there was no burning feeling on his face, but a bone-permeable chill.

Three or four hundred demons within a radius of several miles were frozen.

Shen Shang was also among them. Strangely, he didn't think that this was the end at all. It was precisely when death was coming that he didn't want to die, nor did he want to hand over the right to choose to others. He wanted to live with his own efforts.

The mana is running slowly. After all, it is still running and is exhausted. After all, there is still some physical strength left. Shen Shang struggles desperately, but he doesn't expect that he has so much power.

With a crisp sound, a crack appeared on the ice layer on his body, and Shen Shang developed another force. Then he shouted from his abdomen, chest, and from the deepest part of his heart like the roughest beast monster.

The ice layer shattered and Shen Shang could move again. He felt the whole body heat from the inside to the outside. It was comfortable heat. It seemed that he had just run a lot of fun, his legs were no longer weak, and his body was no longer heavy. He took out his Yu Ruyi from his sleeve and smashed it at the ice on the beast's horn, no matter how precious this main magic weapon was.

Fortunately, the power of blessing on Ruyi is still there, harder than ice.

Once there was a gap in the ice on the beast monster's body, he could break free and let out a roar, which was thicker and louder, much more melodious than the sound of Bingkui's explosion, but it also made Shen Shang's eardrum numb.

Shen Shang jumped to the ground to help more demons get rid of the ice on his body. He felt an unprecedented excitement and shouted at every demon race passing by: "We are not dead, we can really defeat Bingkui with the number! Haha."

He jumped and screamed like a madman. Even though some demons had already broken free from the ice with their own strength, he still rushed up and knocked with Ruyi, just to tell him: "We are not dead!"

Shen Shang was so excited that he was overly excited that he saw Jincuo running towards him with a group of demons, and took a few steps to meet him, raised Ruyi and knocked him down, but Jincuo grabbed his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Jincu asked inexplicably.

"We are not dead, haha!" Shen Shang laughed, still not enough to vent his excess energy, so he turned his head and shouted at a falling Bingkui in the distance, "I'm your ancestor!"

Jin Cu was stunned, hesitating whether to slap Shen Shang to wake him up from the madness. He saw clearly from a distance that it was not the guy who defeated Bingkui. Shen Shang stood on the shoulder of the beast monster and almost did not work.

Shen Shang calmed down himself and gradually put away his smile, "Where is Mu Xingqiu? Is he okay?"

"He is crazy too." Jincu said coldly, unable to help but add another sentence, "Mu Xingqiu has vomited pills, you are Taoist priest Pangshan."

"Haha, what a Taoist priest is nothing?" Shen Shang's body was filled with heat. Swearing words were like magical pills. They could not only generate heat, but also stimulate potential. Shen Shang broke away from Jincui's mastery and ran to the nearest Bingkui.

He believed that the real madman would be by Bingkui's side.

Shen Shang guessed correctly. Mu Xingqiu and the fleas were fighting with Bingkui. The fleas jumped around to attract Bingkui's attention. Its horns could even compete with Bingkui's sword. Mu Xingqiu had an extra dagger in his hand, inserted it in front of Bingkui's chest, clenched his fist with the other hand, smashed the ice in four or five strokes, and grabbed tiny seeds from it.

Bingkui fell down and then exploded. The cold attacked for several miles, covering all living beings, but there were too many living things around him, and his power was dispersed, and the ice layer formed was as thin as paper. The weakest demon clan could also break free with his own strength.

Shen Shang caught up with Mu Xingqiu, ran side by side with him towards the last few Bingkui, and shouted: "Let's defeat Bingkui! They thought the curse would take effect and the demon clan would wait for death, but they didn't expect to encounter resistance. Haha, let's win!"

"Not yet, this is the first day." Mu Xingqiu saw the rising sun in the sky, but what appeared in his mind was a night many years ago: countless nebula seeds connected into glowing lines, and they devoured and killed each other in order to compete for a slim opportunity to land and grow.

I don't know how much they have left.

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