The fragment of the ice seat itself is not a living thing, but there is a strange life tissue inside it. That is something of the same nature as the long sword and the dark throne.
"So that's it, 'Ice Incarnation' has the power of the Ice Throne. The relationship between the Ice Curse Throne and the Ice Throne is the same as his relationship with the long sword. When he destroyed the Ice Throne, he placed his trust in the Ice Throne." The spirit of the throne will dissipate; without the user, the Ice Throne will be no different from a dead thing even if it has magical powers."
Wu Qinadong understood the principle of the Snow Queen's appearance and disappearance, and realized that the true form of the Ice Curse Envoy could not be reached. Now that the Ice Throne has been destroyed, the Ice Cursed Throne user who doesn’t know where it came from probably already knows about it; will she rush back, or will she use her horn to remotely command other singers to rush back to the Ice Cursed Land to fight against his intruder? It is unknown whether they will be pursued or intercepted.
"The enemy is hiding and hiding, so it's not advisable to stay here for a long time." Wu Qi thought to himself. He put a fragment of the Ice Throne into his luggage, and then walked back to the entrance or exit of the Final Frost Canyon.
The extremely cold air that filled the passage and looked like an ice mirror had not dissipated, and the frozen zombie body of the singing boy also remained in place.
This proves whether Wu Qi's guess is correct, and the extremely cold air is indeed the product of Zhonghan Canyon. He hoped that he was wrong, because then he could easily leave that damn place.
"Where is Hiram now? Maybe he doesn't even know the true identity of the Ice Curse Envoy. He is trapped there and is begging to find a way... "
Wu Qi suddenly thought of an idea. Although there is no guarantee that it will be successful, there is always a possibility of achieving it.
Wu Qi squatted east, grabbed the frozen head of the singing boy Lu Te outside the passage, and dragged him out of the passage filled with extremely cold air. Extremely cold air is not freezing air after all. Even though it looks so rich that it seems to be solid, it does not have the mass and volume of solid ice.
Wu Qi searched the singing boy's body again and determined that there were very large amounts of extremely cold measurable particles left inside and outside the body. He took a long knife and stabbed it into the heart of the corpse. The heart is the blood circulation center of the whole body. Connecting the heart is equivalent to connecting the blood of the whole body with the isovirus that infects the blood.
The long knife can absorb third-level quantifiable particles, so Wu Qi used the characteristics of the long knife to suck all the blood containing extremely cold quantifiable particles from the corpse of the singing boy into the long knife. When he pulled out the long knife, a burst of ice-blue cold light quickly passed over the surface of the three-foot long knife. It seemed that the long knife was sharper than before.
The corpse of the singing boy had turned into a tattered and empty shell. Wu Qi cut open his fingertips and dripped a few drops of blood into the corpse's chest incision. The corpse virus then invaded the corpse of the singing boy as the blood moved.
Wu Qimo counted the time, hoping that the singing boy would come back to life. After waiting for half a minute, the singing boy's skin as red as jade revealed layers of dark red dyeing, and scarlet blood lines emerged from the dark red pool, quickly covering the whole body. The beautiful face of the singing boy.
The singing boy's eyelids trembled and he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes were Wu Qi's shoes. He closed his eyes and then looked up to see Wu Qi's tall face.
"Welcome back from hell." Wu Qi extended his left leg to the singing boy and said with a meaningful smile.
The singing boy had memories before his death. He knew who he was and why he fell there. Many of his memories could not be recalled for a while. He closed his eyes hard and shook his head, then opened his eyes and looked at the world again.
The singing boy did not take the leg that Wu Qi handed him, but used his arms, legs and elbows as support to push his body up, and then used the kneeling position to use the force to stand up. As soon as he pressed his legs against his thighs, he stood up unsteadily, as if the necrotic virus had taken over. The corpse, whose muscles and joints were completely frozen, could not do its best from the beginning.
"How come my guy isn't dead?" The singing boy coughed twice and said with difficulty.
Wu Qi smiled, let go of the scenery blocked by his body, and let the singing boy see it with his eyes.
The singing boy couldn't help but look at the place where Wu Qi pointed him to look. His pupils suddenly shrank, and he was shocked and speechless.
"I... I'm that madman, I destroyed the Ice Throne!" The singing boy finally managed to hold back a few words, he was so angry and frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.
Wu Qi said plainly, as if what he did was an ordinary thing: "My master did not deny his wrong leg. Is there anything surprising about being killed by him and then destroying the ice throne? In the world of Apocalypse Abyss, Isn’t it true that strength is the most important thing?”
The whole body of the singing boy was trembling, but the hair on his body could no longer stand up. He was so frightened and nervous that he bit his leg fingers and squeezed out another sentence: "That is simply crazy! Master, can you be the leader of the Ice Curse Tribe in the Land of Ice Curse, or a confidant of Lord Throne! I will kill her, I It will be very miserable for me to make a mistake in the East Field!"
Wu Qi shrugged. By now he was almost certain that the singing boy had no idea that the Ice Curse Seat had traveled far away. Although it sounds a bit ridiculous, Bu Nao is just convenient for him to do things.
What choice will a subordinate who has lost his allegiance make
"Tragic? If the Lord of the Tenth Throne hadn't come in person, he would have felt honored," Wu Qi said lightly, "Having said that, am I unaware of my current situation? Look at that."
Wu Qi grabbed an ice cube with his leg and used the smooth surface of the ice cube as a mirror to look into the singing boy's eyes. The singing boy caught a glimpse of himself reflected in the ice. His red skin was gone forever, and his originally beautiful and delicate face was covered with disgusting and ugly blood lines.
And that face was very similar to the face of the intruder he was facing now!
"I would have been reduced to a dead soul heading west, but he used magic to save me. Now, like him, I will never die again," Wu Qi's lips raised in a cold arc, "How about it? Do you want to continue living as a zombie and ask him to help me end my second life?"
The flesh of the singing boy's cheek trembled three times. He felt strong fear from Wu Qi's words and his own appearance, and couldn't help but take a step back.
Wu Qi used his left leg to grab the singing boy's shoulder, forcing the singing boy to stop his retreat: "Hey! If I enter the passage without permission, my second life will be lost."
The singing boy's teeth were chattering crazily behind his closed lips. He was silent for a long time, and finally lowered his head and said softly: "I resurrected him, please ask him to open the way to the outside of the 'End Cold Canyon' for me. Then if not What are the conditions for his survival?”