Chapter 692

"Little prince, I can't hold on to it any more..."

On the straight and steep cliff, Huang Gouzi's hands inserted into the cliff gradually became weak. At this time, he only relied on perseverance to persist.

From the pale look on his face and the lax look in his eyes, we can see that he has reached the limit.

In fact, they did not rest for ten days, nor did they wait for the internal injury to heal before they began to climb.

After only two days' rest, they couldn't bear the excitement in their hearts, and wanted to conquer the peak and get famous teachers.

Even in its heyday, it is absolutely difficult to climb the peak of Qianzhang mountain just because of the cold wind, snow and hard hail. What's more, they are still injured?

Therefore, in the first eight days, the two climbed nine hundred feet at one go, and the remaining hundred feet were unable to climb any more.

After two days of rest in the same place, the night falls, the snow is heavier, the wind is more fierce, and it is more difficult to insist at night.

Huang paparazzi has a premonition that maybe he will never see the light of tomorrow.

"Hold on, can't you hold on? Ha ha, if the top master is so easy to become, the immortal is so easy to see, isn't it all the top masters and immortals that day? Hiss

The little prince just forced to finish, a gust of wind blowing, the body instantly shaking, not from a cold pumping, quickly use his hands to fasten the ice.

"I, I think you are going to be unable to hold on, ha ha..."

The Yellow paparazzi's lips were blue, some gloating, but he did not dare to open his mouth to laugh. The laughter came from his throat and burst out of his hot nostrils. When he took another breath of cold air, he was choked to tears.

Hot tears in the corner of the eye, into broken ice, stick on the corner of the eye.

He squeezed his eyes hard. Finally, he lowered his head and helped with the inner side of his arm to wipe off the broken ice.

The little prince tried to explain, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he seemed to think of something, and immediately swallowed the words that rushed to his mouth.

No longer pay attention to one side of the yellow dog, close eyes, run internal force, walk the whole body again and again.

Huang paparazzi in despair, see him not to answer, more desperate.

But the same closed eyes, the running body is about to dry up the airflow, in accordance with the direction of Yiheng teaching, slowly run up.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and there was no moonlight even on the peak.

The snow is falling, the hail is getting bigger and bigger, and the cold wind is more and more piercing.

Unable to pull the snow from their bodies, they let it pile up on them. After a cup of tea, the two snow-white protrusions were like two protruding stones born on the steep snow wall, and there was no one like them.

And here, in addition to the sound of snow falling, wind blowing, hail hitting the mountain wall, the same silence.

The horror and loneliness of silence.

...

Yi Heng's face is slightly ferocious and his eyes are slightly protruding, which is far more terrifying than this silent night.

Ten fingers cling to the hard ice on the edge of the window, making a "click click" sound.

The feeling of powerlessness has been entangled in the heart, difficult to dissipate, not only difficult to dissipate, but more and more intense.

Even if the cultivation reached the later period of Yuanying, even if it was already invincible on earth, when Su demon's magic power gradually dissipated and was on the verge of death, he was still at a loss.

As the days go by, the feeling and pain of powerlessness are getting deeper and deeper, and the pain is like the heart.

At this time, the Su demon has begun to faint. Without his mana input, I'm afraid he will never wake up again.

She was in a coma and was scalded all over. When she was on the verge of falling into the world, only mortals would be hard to resist the wind and cold on the top of the mountain.

But even in a coma and in a vague consciousness, he is always shouting his name, which is the reason why he is difficult to extricate himself.

God's consciousness swept over, on the straight and steep ice wall, two figures like snowman, mixed with the snow wall, are still slowly creeping.

At this time has not fallen down, also is determined.

It's been five days. I've been climbing for five days. But now it's only ten Zhangs away.

If we can stick to it, maybe we can make them climb up.

But what's the use of climbing? The anger in his heart made his fingers itch.

At this time, no matter what creatures appear in front of him, he will not be merciless to kill them.

If Su demon died, she would kill all the immortals on earth and bury her with her.

He thought hard.

Of course, Qiu Xiyin can't be killed, nor can the friars of the Zhou family. The rest must be killed no matter how far they run and how well they hide.

...

on the top of the mountain, the snow never stops.

On the top of the mountain where the wind is more violent, only the immortal can live. How can the mortals bear it?

Two days later, a bruised hand stretched out to the top of the mountain. It seemed that he couldn't wait to touch whether the top of the mountain was smooth or not, so he stuck to the edge.The "clucking" sound of friction between Fingerbone and hard ice is covered by the sound of wind and snow. When this hand suddenly exerts force, the other hand also difficultly stretches out from under the cliff, similarly clasping the edge.

In this way, hands hanging on the edge of the cliff, gasping.

Between the cups of tea, there have been several signs of wanting to give up, ten fingers give up one by one, and finally stretch out one by one, and continue to fasten the edge of the cliff.

Then he heard a low roar, his hands slowly forced, a snow-white head out, did not see the top of the mountain, so he hung his chin on the edge of the cliff.

"Scared, scared..." From the slightly opened mouth, the white fog breathed out, the broken ice and snow in front of the chin gradually melted.

The melted drops of water stick to the chin, and in an instant they freeze into ice.

But the owner of the chin did not have any movement, seems to have exhausted, maintain this posture, slowly accumulate energy, waiting for the next burst.

After a few breaths, three feet away from the side, a hand full of blood and flesh ruptured, revealing the white finger bones of Sen.

After a cup of tea, the Yellow paparazzi lost a circle of face and exposed half of it on the cliff.

But suddenly his hands were weak, "cluck", a burst of white bone and ice friction sound sounded, half of his face instantly disappeared on the cliff.

The left hand slides down, leaving only one right hand hanging on the cliff. A gust of wind blows, and the suspended body swings with the wind. At any time, it will fall like flying snow.

"Hold on, hold on, now, now..." The little prince's weak voice sounded, but before it reached Huang paparazzi's ears, it had been blown away by the wind.

"Roar!" He roared like a trapped animal, and put his hands to use all the strength he had accumulated.

"Tear pull" a stab sound, he whole person then from the cliff to turn up, lying on the edge of the cliff, gasping.

The cold made him forget the pain. The flesh and blood on his chin was connected with the hard ice. In an instant, it was cracked. The blood was about to gush out, and it was frozen.

Dare not to hesitate, dare not worry about pain and weakness, climbed forward three feet, stretched out trembling hands, grasped dead and dead, only four fingers hanging on the edge of the cliff, yellow dog.

But he didn't even have the strength to hold his fingers tightly?

Yi Heng stands in the quiet room window of the palace upstairs, coldly looking at the two people below.

No, it should be two pieces of ice. Except for the faint breath in my nostrils, everything else is like ice.

The hair has been frozen into a thick ice stick.

His face almost turned into the color of ice. At this time, he could not tell who was the yellow dog and who was the little prince with his naked eyes.

Huang Gouzai struggled on the edge of the cliff for half an hour, and finally was pulled to the top of the mountain by the little prince.

He knew that their internal forces had broken through at least twice in the process of climbing the snow wall.

At the last moment, if it was not for the breakthrough of his internal power, Huang Gouzi would not be able to climb to the top of the mountain, even if he was pulled by the prince.

But what about breakthroughs?

It's just the movement of the mind that makes them smash like this ice.

Su demon has not been awake for two days, and has not input mana for two days.

The body of the five foot Yuanying in the Dantian is only about two feet.

If he goes on, I'm afraid even he has to get in. He sighs in a low voice and is extremely embarrassed.

The immortal cultivator is sentimental. Why is it hard for him to cross this barrier?

Lying motionless on the ice below, the two people seemed to be awakened by his sigh. At this time, they slowly wriggled and slowly raised their heads.

He opened his eyes and looked at the palace in the middle of the mountain top. In an instant, a "click" sound sounded. His face was shaken by the vibration of his face. The ice on his face was torn and broken, and the ice debris fell down one after another.

"The gate of the devil's palace?"

The sound of light breaking read out the four big characters carved on the solid ice in front of the palace. Then, the body shook again, and his eyes moved upward. He saw Yi Heng standing by the window.

Two people immediately cheer up, a "click click" sound, force to climb up the body, and "bang" a kneeling to the ground.

"Jinmugen, please see the master!"

"Xiri goulig, gualga, see the master!"

They did not wait for his eyes to sweep, but did not dare to wait for him to open his mouth.

Yi Heng will be far away in the snow in the eyes of two people.

The face looks like this ten thousand years of ice, and the two people in my eyes are like dead people.

In the purple mansion, the young man sitting on the ground has recovered. His right hand is gently raised and the finger formula is pinched.

The power of the two souls instantly rushed out of the purple mansion, crossed the wind and snow, turned into fists, and hit their heads.

"Demons, there must be a lot of people buried with them. Let's start with these two people!" He sighed again, and closed his lips tightly without saying a word.

"Woo Hoo..."

The two people in the eyes slowly become disappointed.The wind and snow seem to be growing, and the pain of hail beating on the head, face and body is less than the pain of heart.

Wang Ye's eyes closed and his body tilted back slightly.

Chi Xu in the rear is a cliff. Just relax and fall back. All hope will fall with the wind and snow and fall into the cliff.

But all of a sudden, he felt nervous.

It seems that something more terrible than falling into a cliff is about to happen.

He woke up in an instant, opened his eyes, exhausted all his strength, and roared: "I know where there is a elixir to cure the elixir of elixir field!"