Chapter seven hundred and thirty fourth choose another day to die
Many times courage comes from the mutual encouragement and warmth of two people, and when two people move forward for the same goal, they cannot feel lonely.
In fact, the worst plan is nothing more than that. Xin Ming thinks that it is okay to die with Ling Qi, and Ling Qi also thinks that there is nothing to die with Xin Ming.
"Ling Qi, do you think if we stay here for three years honestly, will there be any possibility that after we go out, we will make any mistakes and be thrown into such a desperate situation?"
As he approached the edge of the death ground, Xin Ming stopped to breathe, but seemed to be unable to control his mouth and could not help but say.
"Of course it is possible, and maybe because we can survive such a desperate situation, we may have a better chance of being thrown into such a desperate situation than others." Ling Qi laughed,
"And maybe they will be called a more severe test for excellent cultivation like us."
"Even if we can get on top of others' heads, all we have is the power to throw others into such a desperate situation." Xin Ming sighed and said, "It's a pity that we don't seem to be very interested in this."
Ling Qi knew that this was nonsense.
But unfortunately, many people can't figure it out.
If you cannot truly control your own destiny, then what's the use of climbing to how high it is?
"We're going to get faster next."
He looked at Xin Ming who was breathing continuously and suddenly said extremely seriously.
The surface here is already very different from the areas they were familiar with before.
On the edge of this dead land, the rough sand and gravel they were familiar with had gradually turned into a surface dominated by rocks.
Various large rocks peel off like leaves under the erosion of various poisonous and corrupt atmospheres. Some rocks have shining crystals under them. Some of them are washed away with the erosion of water, so many are left on the rocks.
Potholes of all sizes.
In ordinary rocky surface areas, the shallow pits on this rock can at most ordinary people sprain their ankles, and naturally there is no threat to the cultivators. However, in this desperate situation, any trace of true energy is worth cherishing.
Both Ming and Ling Qi can only walk with their feet, and it is absolutely impossible to use escape techniques here.
The unique energy barrier in this cumulus cave will make the monks who perform any method here pay many times more true energy.
What poses the greatest threat to them now is the rain in these potholes.
The rain in these potholes is extremely poisonous, and the strangest thing in this cumulus cave is that the poisonous rain falls every time, and after some poisonous rain is contaminated, they may force it out with their true energy.
The toxins that invade the body, but some poisonous rain may cause them to be killed directly when they are infected.
There are potholes everywhere on the ground, so it will naturally be very dangerous if you run at full speed.
But the key is that looking at the extension of the rock surface, such a landform may stretch for a lot. After a few hours, when the temperature begins to rise, the rainwater in these potholes will quickly evaporate and turn from the ground toward the ground
The poisonous fog emitted on it.
So they have to ride the period when the temperature drops sharply, freeze the rain completely, pass through this area, or find an absolutely safe hiding place.
"You have the final say in this kind of thing." Xin Ming took deep breath as slowly as possible. He looked at Ling Qi and said, "Don't worry, I won't drag you down."
Ling Qi didn't say anything, he nodded and started running.
His running posture is definitely not beautiful, but it is really fast and powerful.
Xin Ming followed with a bitter face.
It's not easy to say it's not dragging you down, but it's really not easy.
Even though they have been in this desperate situation for a long time, even though their true energy is still abundant, they still cannot adapt to the extremely turbid air in this desperate situation, and some of the occasional flow of air into their lungs as the air is flowing into their lungs.
Extremely fine metal powder.
These metal powders can even escape their perception, but as long as they are inhaled into their lungs, their lungs will seem to be cut by some extremely spicy and tiny blunt knife.
In this case, you have to endure the cough without being severe and breathe well. Originally, only monks like them who have received strict physical training could do it.
What's more, when running, the wind that hits on the head gets colder and colder, as if there is a real ice skate cutting.
He and Ling Qi never thought that entering this area would be easier than walking outside, but after actually entering this dead land, the difficulty they encountered quickly exceeded their expectations.
The two of them quickly began to cough and then started coughing blood.
As the landform began to change, the strange and subtle metal particles contained in the air in this dead land became thicker and thicker. After sucking in, these metal particles gave them an extremely hot and irritating throat, but in fact
But they are like the source of cold air, and their temperature is much lower than that of air.
These extremely subtle metal particles seemed to quickly suck the moisture in their throats and trachea, causing their respiratory tract to dry and crack like waterless skin.
However, unlike what they imagined, the rock surface here seemed to have not changed at all, just the bumpy rock surface continued to extend towards the end that their sight could reach.
Looking at the mountain, you can still see the mountains in the distance approaching.
However, their current situation is that time is passing by, but the surface in front of them is extending endlessly, except for the more and more fine particles contained in the air.
There are also more and more crystals in the rock fragments and cracks of rocks.
Many crystals exude an extremely tempting luster.
As they penetrated the outside, they could see the cracks of these rocks. I am afraid that every time they ran dozens of steps, they could see one or two of them.
Such a magic crystal.
Among the various colorful crystals, Xin Ming and Ling Qi even saw the extremely rare Dharma color crystal and the Fuyuan Sheng Crystal.
Judging from the size of these Dharma color crystals and Fuyuan Sheng crystals, Xin Ming and Ling Qi may be enough to keep them safe in this desperate situation for two months.
For practitioners who rely on naked feet to feel the temperature and struggle to find these crystals every day, these Dharma crystals that keep entering their sight are definitely an extremely amazing temptation.
However, Xin Ming and Ling Qi had an amazing tacit understanding and the same idea.
They didn't even make a statement and did not stop moving forward. They didn't pick up those crystals.
After they kept coughing up blood, both of them just silently swallowed a spiritual nourishing pill, and then called the true energy very gently to suppress the strong discomfort caused by the tiny trauma in their respiratory tract as much as possible.
feel.
They did not lose their true energy very severely, but in this case, their physical strength was quickly overdrawn. In fact, in this environment, after they ran continuously for an hour, their physical ability was close to collapse.
edge.
In fact, if the scenery ahead or the nature of the vitality changes, some monks may be able to persist, but if the scenery ahead still does not seem to be any obvious difference, almost all monks will not be able to persist, and may collect those rapids.
The tempting magic crystal then chooses to exit this dead land.
However, what is incomprehensible is that Xin Ming and Ling Qi have no intention of stopping at this time. They still did not discuss anything. They just moved forward silently, but just started to consume more real energy.
Harmonize the qi and blood of your body.
"we have to…."
After a long time, feeling the change in temperature, Ling Qi suddenly stopped. The moment he stopped, his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, falling into a piece of rock in front of him.
There was a puddle of ten feet in front of those rocks. Looking at Ling Qi's head less than one foot away from the puddle, Xin Ming's face turned pale in the moment he stopped, and then he coughed up.
Blood.
Although he coughed up a mouthful of blood, he immediately made a gesture to Ling Qi with difficulty, indicating that he understood what Ling Qi meant and told Ling Qi not to force him to speak.
The borneol in the puddle had begun to melt, and many strange frost patterns that could be seen in the naked eye appeared on the crystal clear and strange mottled ice surface, and then strange cracks began to emanate from the bottom of the ice surface.
Ling Qi stood up with difficulty. He swallowed two spirit-replenishing pills and began to snatch under a raised rock.
Many days ago, when Xin Ming and him were forced to take out a deep hole on the ground that they could accommodate, they couldn't help laughing at him as a big field mouse.
But today Xin Ming didn't even have the strength or mood to joke.
According to their previous perception, after the temperature in this dead land begins to rise, the temperature will be much higher than that in other areas.
The deep holes drawn from the gravel are still hot. In such places, it means they have to pull out deeper holes, but the key is that the heat here is dissipated from the rocks, or the concentration of poison gas here is too high
Amazingly, they could not stop the poison gas from sinking and invading the hole they dug out. Then the hole they dug out was not a hiding hole, but their final grave.
There is no time to rest.
No matter how many ominous premonitions flashed in my mind, neither of them would hesitate.
When the two of them kept digging down like crazy voles, they even piled up the stones and sand they took out directly behind them, but they still felt the sharp rise in temperature, making their backs burn.
When the same happened, Xin Ming coughed up another mouthful of blood and said with difficulty: "It's so uncomfortable, Ling Qi... You said that if you can survive, what do you want to do the most?"
Ling Qi said: "Did you bring water? Let me take a sip."
"Get your eggs." Xin Ming said depressedly: "Or urinate for you to drink."
"We won't die, at least not now."
Ling Qi continued to dig down and piled the dug out sand, gravel and soil behind Xin Ming as much as possible.
Xin Ming shut up honestly.
Because he understood what Ling Qi meant.
Because although it is very hot in front, the hot temperature comes from behind.
This shows that the heat was not generated in the rock, and they did not feel the poisonous gas constantly coming at this time.
As long as they dig deep enough, at least this heat won't directly bake them.
As long as they can ensure that they will not die of heat, at least with the stock of the spirit-replenishing pills in their hands, they should be able to last until the heat is over and the next time the rain stops.
But when he thought of this, he suddenly started screaming, "Ling Qi, don't dig down and dig down, tilt it a little, dig up later, and dig down again, don't let the rain water pour in!"
This is indeed a big problem.
This dead land is much hotter than outside, and at the same time, when it rains, the heavy rain is much more violent than outside.
But not killing them directly is a problem that can be solved.
Ling Qi nodded silently and began to dig continuously while setting up a rainwater channel to guide water downwards.
(It's May, Bashan is about to urge him, and there is still a contract draft of 40,000 words, so I will try to update some Bashan every day. After writing the 40,000 words, it will be easier to update. I have worked so hard in the past few years.
I want to write more books and take advantage of the good situation to produce more film and television animation works, but now I find that my physical strength and body are not enough, so after completing Bashan this month, I will not accept any text during the serialization period in the future.
The work is gone, not only the short story is gone, but the script is not accepted. The design of this King of Tribulation is four million words. After writing this four million words, you may have to take a long rest. Then you may only be able to write it in the future.
The text is thicker, and it is a little more literary than the Sword Dynasty.)