Chapter seven hundred and thirty fourth choose another day to die
Many times courage comes from the mutual encouragement and warmth between two people, and when two people are moving forward towards the same goal, it is impossible to feel lonely.
In fact, the worst plan is that Xin Ming feels that it is okay to die in here with Ling Qi, and Ling Qi also feels that it is okay to die in here with Xin Ming.
"Ling Qi, you said that if we survive here honestly for three years, is there a chance that we will make another mistake some time after we go out, and then be thrown into such a desperate situation again?"
As he approached the edge of the place of execution, Xin Ming stopped to take a breath, but seemed unable to control his mouth and couldn't help but speak.
"Of course it is possible, and maybe because we can survive such a desperate situation, we might have a better chance of being thrown into such a desperate situation than others." Ling Qi laughed,
"And it may be said that excellent masters like us need to be put to a more stringent test."
"Then even if we can get on top of others, all we will 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 this was nonsense.
But it's a pity that many people don't think clearly.
If you can't truly control your own destiny, what's the use of climbing as high as you do?
"We need to be faster next time."
He looked at Xin Ming, who was panting, and suddenly said extremely seriously.
The surface here is very different from the area they were familiar with before.
At the edge of this dead land, the rough sand and gravel they were familiar with had gradually turned into a surface dominated by rock.
Various large rocks peeled off like leaves under the erosion of various poisonous and rotten smells. There were sparkling crystals under some rocks. Some of the crystals were washed away by the water flow, so there were many crystals left on the rocks.
Potholes big and small.
In ordinary rocky surface areas, the shallow holes in such rocks can make ordinary people sprain their feet at most, and naturally pose no threat to immortal cultivators. But in this desperate situation, any trace of true energy is worth cherishing, Xin
Both Ming and Ling Qi can only walk on their own feet, so it is absolutely impossible for them to perform escape techniques here.
The unique vitality blockage in the Jiuyun Cave will make monks who perform any method here have to spend many times more vitality.
The biggest threat to them now is the rainwater in these potholes.
The rainwater in these potholes is highly poisonous, and the weirdest thing about the Cumulus Cave is that the poisonous rain that falls may be different every time. After being contaminated with some of the poisonous rain, they may also use their true energy to force it out.
Among them, there are toxins that invade the body, but some poisonous rain may directly kill them if they are contaminated.
There are potholes everywhere on the ground, so running at full speed would naturally be very dangerous.
But the key point is, looking at the extension of the rocky surface, this kind of landform may stretch for many miles. After a few hours, when the temperature begins to rise, the rainwater in these pits will quickly evaporate, turning from the ground to the
The highly toxic poisonous mist emitted.
Therefore, they must take advantage of the period when the temperature drops sharply and completely freezes the rainwater to pass through this area or find an absolutely safe hiding place.
"You have the final say on this kind of thing." Xin Ming took a deep breath as slowly as possible. He looked at Ling Qi and said, "Don't worry, I won't hold you back."
Ling Qi didn't speak. He nodded and started running.
His running posture is definitely not beautiful, but he is really fast and powerful.
Xin Ming followed with a grimace.
It's not a hindrance, but it's really not easy.
Even though they have stayed in this desperate situation for a long time, even though they have plenty of real energy in their bodies, they still cannot adapt to the unusually turbid air in this desperate situation, and the occasional air that flows 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 feel as if they are being continuously cut by some extremely pungent small blunt knife.
Under such circumstances, it was necessary to suppress a cough that was not severe and to breathe evenly. Originally, only monks like them who had undergone rigorous physical training could do it.
What's more, when I was running, the wind that hit me became colder and colder, as if there were real ice blades cutting me.
He and Ling Qi had never thought that walking in this kind of area would be easier than walking outside. However, after actually entering this kind of death place, the difficulty they encountered quickly exceeded their expectations.
The two people soon began to cough uncontrollably, and then began to cough up blood.
As the landscape began to change, the strange tiny metal particles contained in the air in this dead land became increasingly dense. After inhaling these metal particles, they felt unusually hot and throat-piercing, but in reality
They are like the source of cold air, and their temperature is much lower than that of the air.
These extremely fine metal particles seemed to quickly suck away the moisture in their throats and tracheas, causing their respiratory tracts to become dry and cracked like skin that has lost water.
However, what was different from what they imagined was that there seemed to be no change in the rocky surface here. The rugged rocky ground continued to extend towards the end that they could see.
Looking at the mountains is a dead horse, but at least you can still see the mountains approaching in the distance.
As for their current situation, time is constantly passing by, but the surface in front of them stretches forward endlessly, except that there are more and more fine particles contained in the air.
There are also more and more various crystal stones among the rock fragments and cracks in the rock.
Many crystal stones exude an extremely alluring luster.
The Yun-Destroying Magic Crystals and Spirit-Swallowing Stones, which are hard to find in those areas outside, can be seen everywhere in the cracks of these rocks as they go deeper. I am afraid that they can see one or two every dozens of steps they run.
Such a Dharma crystal.
Among the various colorful crystals, Xin Ming and Ling Qi even saw the extremely rare Fa Color Crystal and Fuyuan Sheng Crystal.
Judging from the size of these Dharma Color Crystals and Fuyuan Shengjing Crystals, Xin Ming and Ling Qi might only need to pick up a dozen or so, which would be enough for them to stay stable in this desperate situation for two months.
For practitioners who rely on their bare feet to feel the temperature and search for these crystals every day, these crystals that constantly break into their sight are absolutely amazing temptations.
However, Xin Ming and Ling Qi have an amazing tacit understanding and the same ideas.
They didn't even discuss it out loud, and they didn't stop running forward at all. They didn't pick up the crystal stones at all.
After they kept coughing up blood, both of them just silently swallowed a spirit-boosting pill, and then used their true energy very gently to suppress the strong discomfort caused by the small wounds in their respiratory tracts as much as possible.
feel.
Their loss of real energy was not severe, but in this case, their physical strength was quickly overdrawn. In fact, under this environment, after they ran continuously for an hour, their physical endurance was close to collapse.
edge.
In fact, if there are some changes in the scenery or the nature of the vitality in front of you, some monks may be able to persist, but if the scenery in front still looks like there is no obvious difference, almost all monks will not be able to persist, and may collect those sharp changes.
The alluring Dharma Crystal, and then choose to exit this land of death.
However, what is completely incomprehensible is that Xin Ming and Ling Qi had no intention of stopping at this time. They still did not discuss anything. They just continued to move forward in silence, and just started to consume more real energy.
Reconciling the Qi and blood of your physical body.
"we have to…."
After a long time, feeling the change in temperature, Ling Qi suddenly stopped. The moment he stopped, his body fell uncontrollably to the ground, and he fell into a patch of rocks in front of him.
There was a puddle measuring one foot square in front of those rocks. Seeing that Ling Qi's head was less than a foot away from the puddle, Xin Ming's face turned pale for a moment when he stopped, and then he coughed out a mouthful.
Blood.
Although he coughed up a mouthful of blood, he immediately made a difficult gesture to Ling Qi, indicating that he understood what Ling Qi meant and asked Ling Qi not to force herself to speak.
The ice flakes in the puddle have begun to melt, and many strange frost patterns visible to the naked eye have appeared on the crystal clear ice exuding strange mottled colors, and then strange cracking sounds have begun to emit from below the ice surface.
Ling Qi stood up with difficulty, swallowed two spirit-boosting pills, and then began to dig under an upturned rock.
Many days ago, when Xin Ming and he were forced to dig out a deep hole in the ground, they couldn't help but laugh at him for looking like a big field mouse.
But today, Xin Ming didn't even have the energy or mood to joke.
According to their previous knowledge, after the temperature in this dead land begins to rise, the temperature will be far higher than that in other areas.
The deep holes dug into the gravel ground are still unspeakably hot. In a place like this, it means they have to dig deeper holes, but the key is if the heat here is dissipated from the inside of the rock, or the concentration of poisonous gas here is too high
Surprisingly, they were unable to prevent the poisonous gas from sinking downward and invading the hole they dug. Then the hole they dug was not a hiding hole, but their final tomb.
There is no time to rest.
No matter how many ominous premonitions flashed through their minds, neither of them would hesitate.
When the two men just kept digging holes like crazy voles, and even the stones and sand they dug out were piled directly behind them, they still felt the sharp rise in temperature making their backs feel like they were burning.
At the same time, Xin Ming coughed up another mouthful of blood, and then said with difficulty: "It's uncomfortable, Ling Qi... Tell me, if you can survive, what is the thing you want to do most?"
Ling Qi said: "Did you bring some water? Let me take a sip."
"Go to hell." Xin Ming said depressedly, "I'll either piss you off or give you a drink."
"We're not going to die, at least not now."
Ling Qi continued to dig down, and he piled the excavated 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 the front is also very hot, the scalding temperature comes from behind.
This showed that the heat was not generated inside the rock, and they did not feel the continuous influx of poisonous gas at this time.
As long as they dig deep enough, at least the heat won't directly burn them.
As long as they can guarantee that they will not be killed by the heat, at least with the amount of soul-boosting pills they have on hand, they should be able to survive until the next time the rain stops after this intense heat.
But when he thought of this, he suddenly shouted again, "Ling Qi, don't dig the hole down, tilt it a little, dig up later, and dig down again, don't let the rainwater pour in!"
This is indeed a big problem.
It is much hotter in this dead land than outside, and at the same time, when it rains, the rainstorm is much more violent than outside.
But if you can't kill them directly, it's a problem that can be solved.
Ling Qi nodded silently, and while digging deeper, he began to set up rainwater channels to carry water downwards.
(It’s May, and Bashan is working hard. He still has 40,000 words of contract draft left, so I will try my best to update Bashan every day. After I finish writing 40,000 words, it will be easier to update. I worked too hard in the past few years.
I want to write more books and take advantage of the good times to produce more film and television animation works, but now I find that my physical strength and physical fitness are not enough, so after completing Bashan this month, I will not accept any text during the serialization period in the future.
Not only the short stories but also the scripts will not be accepted. The design of the book "The King of Tribulation" is four million words. After writing this four million words, I may have to take a long break. Then I may only write in the future.
The text is thicker and more literary than Sword Dynasty.)