Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The appearance of these two vassal spirits requires a condition - the footprints stepped on the snow near the corpse must be filled one by one.

Reminiscent of the first time they saw the vassal spirit, the snow was flat.It took a long time for the footprints to be filled with snow. Ye Wuchen had only walked a dozen or so steps before, and it took a few quarters of an hour to fill them in. The entire road was almost dozens of steps, and it would take more than an hour to fill it all up. .

In other words, someone came here an hour before the first time I saw the vassal spirit.

Then it is impossible for this dense forest to be just the two of them.

Also, the only way that can lead to the corpse is the one from the first time, and the two forked roads ahead, but when Ye Wuchen and Mo Yun saw the corpse for the second time, they did not take any of the three routes. , but inexplicably came to the road that I walked for the first time.

If they hadn't seen the corpse in front of them, the two of them wouldn't even know they had arrived here. The cultivator has a superb memory, and Ye Wuchen deliberately avoided the repeated routes. Then the reason for coming here may be the high-level array. method, or the specific corpse in front of him.

It's hard to find the eyes of the high-level formation, and it's very likely that it can't be broken, so the only way to do it is to face this corpse face to face.

Ye Wuchen looked at the sky speechlessly.

"Master, Miss Tao said that they only came here for less than an hour, and they encountered many monsters. Master, how long have we been here?"

Ye Wuchen frowned, "It's been about two hours since I woke up."

Mo Yun: "Master, we have not encountered any monsters."

Ye Wuchen nodded.

Yes, it was so peaceful that one could not help but fear that this was the calm before the storm.

Everything is silent, and there is a sound of the needle falling.

Only Qionghua Bingshu, no monsters roaming around.

Ye Wuchen still planned to explore the corpse first.

The corpse was exactly the same as before, with broken fingers and half of the head cut off, as well as the placement.

Just looking at it like this can't find anything at all, so Ye Wuchen wrapped his hands with spiritual power, and carefully probed the corpse.

The moment he touched the entity, Ye Wuchen felt that the spiritual power in his hand was sucked, and then decreased inch by inch. He quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the corpse with a frown.

The corpse absorbed spiritual power, but there was no change, as usual.

Mo Yun looked at the snowy ground, a snowball was balled up in his hand, and he didn't know what he was pinching with his fingers up and down.

"Master, the snow level has risen."

He holds a snowball in his right hand, and points to his ankle with his left hand.

Previously, the depth of the snow only reached his heels, but now, it has reached Mo Yun's ankles.

Ye Wuchen looked at his hands, the one he wrapped around his hands just now was water-type spiritual power.

With a guess in mind, Ye Wuchen immediately poured wood-type spiritual power into the corpse, and as expected, the branch where the corpse was hung quickly sprouted new leaves.

The water element makes the snow level rise, and the wood element makes the trees grow new leaves, so will the fire element be the nemesis of this forest?

"Yuner."

"Master, look!"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Ye Wuchen looked back and saw the somewhat familiar object in the boy's hand.

It was a little snowman the size of a palm, with hair finely drawn out with fingernails, a thick solitary fur covering his body, and a circle of fluff on his hat was also delicately drawn.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

It seems to be me.

"Master, does it look good?"

The young man held the snowman on his chest with both hands, and stared at Ye Wuchen with bright eyes.

"pretty."

Ye Wuchen panicked, last time he took his hair, and now he is making a snowman into his appearance, is the protagonist practicing some kind of witchcraft?

Mo Yun got the affirmation, tapped his toes on the snow, and said a little coyly, "Can I give it to Master?"

"what?"

Ye Wuchen looked at him suspiciously, didn't he cast witchcraft on himself?

"Master doesn't like it?"

"……like."

Mo Yun smiled contentedly. He wanted to deliver the snowman to Ye Wuchen himself, but he remembered his chilly physique, so he put the snowman on the side of the road.

Ye Wuchen put down his outstretched hand in embarrassment, a little frightened: "That... snowman..."

Mo Yun put the snowman in place, and he felt a little excited when he asked specifically: "The snowman is too icy and easy to melt, next time I will make a wooden one for Master!"

"Okay, okay."

Wooden puppet, an evil thing that often appears in Gongdou opera.

"What did Master call me for?"

Ye Wuchen recovered from his terrifying fantasy, pointed to the corpse: "Oh...you try to inject fire power into him."

Without asking why, Mo Yun did as he wanted, and fiery red spiritual power overflowed from his fingertips and entered the corpse.

The surrounding snow turned into ice water at a speed visible to the naked eye, the viburnum on the trees turned into water, and the branches and leaves turned yellow.

Ye Wuchen quickly opened an umbrella to cover the two of them, blocking the water droplets falling from the tree.

Mo Yun concentrated on injecting spiritual power, and suddenly thought of the little snowman, he turned his head slightly, and saw water stains all over the place.

Probably melted.

That corpse is very repulsive of fire-type spiritual power, and while injecting spiritual power, it has to allocate part of its energy to fight against him.

The injection process began to be a little difficult.

His fingers began to tremble, but the red spiritual power between his fingers was still flowing into the corpse without any mistakes.

Master is looking at him.

"enough."

Ye Wuchen grabbed Mo Yun by the back collar and stared at the back of his head like he was looking at a fool—if he couldn't hold on, he was still holding on, isn't he a fool?

"Master, but..."

"You did a good job."

Ye Wuchen picked him up, put him next to him, and then shouted at the intersection ahead: "How long have you been watching?"

There was a rustling sound, and a gray figure jumped down from a big tree beside the road.

With a "snap", I fell to the ground.

Ye Wuchen: "..."

That person slowly got up, only a head taller than Mo Yun, with a young face, only thirteen or fourteen years old.

He trembled towards Ye Wuchen like a frightened rabbit.

"stop!"

Mo Yun stood in front of Ye Wuchen, looking at that person warily.

The man was startled, and immediately stayed where he was, not daring to move, his voice was as thin as a mosquito: "I, I didn't mean it."

"Do you know where this is?"

He scratched his head, his eyes wandered to Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen met his rabbit-like clean eyes, and said curiously: "This is the Secret Realm of Soldiers, don't you know?"

The young man was wearing thin clothes, and he was wearing a pair of ordinary cloth shoes. His nose was red from the cold, and his eyes were glistening. He was pitiful and cute.

"I don't know, my mother is sick. I went up the mountain to collect medicine, and when I passed by a place surrounded by clouds and smoke, I was sucked in..."

The boy was about to cry, Mo Yun looked at him with some disgust.

Ye Wuchen: "Do you have cultivation?"

"My father is a casual cultivator, he taught me some, but he was later killed by a demon cultivator, and I learned some fur by relying on the hand left behind by my father."

"Do you have a natal weapon?"

"No, but my father kept a sword, and I used it as a weapon."

The child basically asked questions and answered them, but he just didn't dare to approach him.

Ye Wuchen pondered for a moment, then lifted a white cloak with spiritual power, and said, "Put it on first."

The kid was flattered, and quickly said: "No, I'm a fire element..."

Ye Wuchen pointed at Mo Yun: "He is also a fire element."

The young man quietly glanced at the fierce Mo Yun. His cheeks were rosy, and there was a cute baby fat on his face. He was wrapped tightly in a long-distance running suit of ink, as cute as a doll.

With just one glance, he immediately withdrew his gaze, put his gaze back on Ye Wuchen, and then hurriedly put on the furry cloak.

The snow on the ground had already melted a little, Ye Wuchen squatted down and poked it with his hand, it was a little frozen.The existence of that corpse is still doubtful, what will become after the snow is cut, the focus is still on the corpse.

The corpse seemed to be growing on a tree, and it couldn't be removed, it just hung there stiffly.

After getting up, he found that the young man was still standing there self-consciously embarrassed, Ye Wuchen sighed and asked, "What's your name?"

The boy quickly raised his head and said, "My name is Aylin!"

"Fire element?"

"Ok!"

Ye Wuchen walked over and grabbed Ai Lin, blocked the corpse with his body, and said, "Do you want to go out?"

"Ok!"

"Okay, Yun'er, take him to try."

Mo Yun responded with some reluctance.

Ai Lin was very obedient, following Mo Yun's movements, he slowly injected spiritual power.

The snow on the ground melted faster, and Ye Wuchen held an umbrella for the two children beside him, watching silently by the way.

Ai Lin's cultivation base is slightly higher than Mo Yun's, and his spiritual power is relatively pure, so he is a good seed for cultivation.

As the snow water on the ground melted and seeped into the underground soil, the day was gradually submerged in darkness, the air began to be filled with stench and blood, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, the surrounding trees and weeds fell like dust, and the corpse supported by the entity fell. On the ground, Aylin took a step back in fright, and crashed into Ye Wuchen's arms.

Seeing his reaction, Mo Yun snorted coldly at first, and then saw his position, his eyes suddenly turned cruel.

Ye Wuchen grabbed the collars of the two teenagers, took them away from the corpses, and cast a shielding barrier on the three of them with his backhand.

The barrier cannot block the smell, the strong smell of blood pervades the air, the soil under the feet is sticky, and there are several piles of fires scattered around, and white smoke is floating.

Ayrin had never seen such a scene before, and he was terrified in his heart, tears rolled in his eyes, he held his nose tightly, and frowned.

Ye Wuchen reminded from the side: "If you feel unwell, it's better to seal your senses."

Ayrin looked at him blankly.

Seeing Ye Wuchen leaning over to teach him hands-on, Mo Yun quickly grabbed Ai Lin in front of him, and told him the method of sealing off his senses.

There was a pile of corpses on the ground, and piles of corpses piled up in the open space, forming small hills on the open ground. The ice on the corpse that fell on the ground also melted away, perfectly blending into these scenes.

As the thick ice on the corpse melted away, he could clearly see the black suit with ruby ​​inlaid on it.

There are a few strange birds hovering in the sky, staring at the corpses on the ground, pecking at their carrion.

Bloody, depressing, dark.

Ye Wuchen took off his heavy solitary fur, and led the two children forward slowly.Mo Yun put the faded clothes into the Floating Cloud Ring, then looked fiercely at the white robe in Aylin's hand.

Ayrin: "Brother, this dress..."

Ye Wuchen glanced at it, took out a white ring from Xanadu with a light smile, and put it lightly on his hand: "Cultivators of immortals need to prepare some magic weapons with them, I'll give this to you, and put the clothes there."

Mo Yun touched the cloud ring, stared at Aylin's white ring, jealous, and finally decided to see nothing.

Blood flowed into rivers, corpses littered the field, and the whole mountain was shocking. Some corpses were even more horrifying. They were directly cut up at the waist, and the internal organs soaked in blood flowed all over the place, exuding a strong bloody stench.

There are only two styles of clothing for each corpse, one is the Liuyun robe with a white background and a gold border, and the other is a dark ink-colored robe with a black background and ruby ​​inlaid.

The battlefield of the war between gods and demons in ancient times.

Ye Wuchen looked around, planning to take the two children away first.

He entered Xanadu for a short time, found Yunchen locked in the jar by the old man, was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man again.

The old man still smelled of alcohol and looked drunk, but his eyes were bright: "Child, where are you now?"

"Soldier Spirit Secret Realm."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly grabbed Ye Wuchen's sleeve: "Then, where are you in spring, summer, autumn and winter?"

Ye Wuchen tilted his head in confusion.

"The Secret Realm of Soldiers Spirits is divided into four parts, one is spring, warm and sunny, and mostly panacea; one is summer, hot and hot, and there are many monsters and beasts; , but opportunities vary from person to person.”

After the old man finished his long speech, he looked at Ye Wuchen expectantly.

"I should be in the winter part."

The old man was instantly excited: "Did you see a corpse, the head was cut off, and the fingers were cut off!"

Ye Wuchen nodded, the old man paced back and forth, looking nervous.

He grabbed Ye Wuchen's shoulder suddenly, his eyes were full of pleading: "Can you help me and take him out for burial?"

Ye Wuchen patted his bark-like hand without asking the reason, just nodded lightly: "I will do my best."

The old man's legs were weak, and he almost knelt down for him, and said exhaustedly: "Thank you."

Saying goodbye to the old man, Ye Wuchen released Yunchen, put the two children on it and settled down first, and then sat down on the fish tail.

It was the first time for Ayrin to sit on this kind of thing, and he was a little curious, but he didn't dare to look down.

Mo Yun sat at the front with a dark face - due to his height, he was placed first, separated from the master by a person.

Quickly passed through the pile of corpses, and came to a place where there were relatively few corpses. There was still smoke everywhere, but there was no river of blood flowing on the ground.

There are a few men in white robes patrolling in front of them. Their appearance is handsome and unrestrained, their black hair is tied into a high strand with a black iron crown, and their figures are dashing and handsome.

One of them found an unknown object flying in the sky, shot three swords in succession, and shouted loudly: "Who is here!"

Ye Wuchen calmly put on a relatively clean white shirt from the corpse, wiped a little blood on his face calmly, retracted Yunchen, and jumped to the ground with the two children.

His hair was loose, and there were blood scabs on his face. He was embarrassed but not handsome.

"I found two children on the battlefield. They had weak celestial powers, so I brought them back."

The patrolman stared at the three of them for a moment, finally set his eyes on Mo Yun, and sighed in pity.

"Son, you were born at the wrong time."

In the battle between gods and demons, no matter adults, children or old people of the two races must participate in the battle.