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His gaze retracted on Guan Hanning's resolute face, chuckled, and thought in his heart: "Yes, what is there to be afraid of, the bones and blood condensation dare to stab a spear at him, can it be that if the Dao power is bound, he will lose his courage." ”

And everyone is concerned about the problem of their star map Dao power, Wu Jitang is really depressed for his pupils, he has always suspected that the sneering skeleton in his eyes is not a problem with his eyes, but a problem with the star map.

A lost smile appeared on his face, perhaps afraid that what was in front of him was a phantom, Wu Jitang looked around unwillingly, and the helpless smile on his face seemed to say: "It seems that you are with me in this life." ”

Although this place is empty, Han Xian and the others came in not to look for the emptiness.

The footsteps have already moved, but fortunately, this group of people has not forgotten to boil their bones, and the high rocks and knee-high water are different from the grass under their feet to them.

A hint of doubt appeared on Han Xian's face, his eyes swept back again, and he found that Meng Yiguang had been hanging unhurriedly at the back of the team, and he couldn't help but say, "Don't you dare him to go?"

In fact, what Han Xian wanted to say was why he didn't take this opportunity to stay here.

Guan Hanning and Wu Jitang looked at each other and smiled, and said softly: "They are both people from the end of the world, why kill each other!"

In Han Xian's heart, Guan Hanning's back is a great man, and of course every one of his sentences has become a wise saying, and now this sentence has successfully wrapped himself in.

Thinking on his own, it was absolutely laborious, but Han Xian understood what Guan Hanning meant, and obviously didn't want to act rashly now.

There was no way under his feet, but Han Xian knew where his group was going, everything was obvious, and from the moment he entered this enchantment, his eyes were attracted by the tall mountain peak at the end.

And it is not only the eyes that are attracted, but also their own hearts, whether it is the brain or the heart, they are deeply sure that the mountain must be the goal of this trip, and they will definitely be able to get what Shi Mo wants.

Han Xian didn't know how many miles he had walked under his feet, what he could know was that the mountain peak at the end of his eyes was pulled in by himself little by little, and the blur that had been once clear was also a little clear.

The closer he got, the more doubts on his face became, and what appeared in his eyes at this moment could really be called a mountain?

Han Xian's heart must be impossible to recognize.

With a pair of eyes, I have never seen a mountain full of bluestone up and down, and this pair of eyes has never seen a mountain of exactly the same size up and down, at least the mountain under the clouds is like this.

It is more appropriate to understand it as a stone platform than a mountain.

At this time, his eyes were not only clear, but every trace of moss on the stone wall of the high platform was clearly pounced on by his eyes, but his eyes were full of consternation.

Is it to let yourself climb up?

Han Xian didn't need to ask for verification and manage Hanning, because the call in his heart nodded firmly, and it was obvious that what Shi Mo wanted was on it.

Guan Hanning's gaze retracted from the stone platform that pierced through the clouds, a trace of hesitation appeared in his eyes, and finally he said softly: "Han Xian, will you stay here and wait for us?"

His face was already blue and red, and his eyes couldn't help but look like Guan Hanning, and even Meng Yiguang's face, who was a few steps away, did not let go.

It turned out that they still didn't believe me.

A sneer appeared on his face, maybe Han Xian should prove himself, then Meng Yiguang is a very good opponent, his eyes were resolute, and he snorted coldly and said, "It must not be." ”

This place was already quiet, and Han Xian's words did not cause waves.

At this time, Han Xian was not sure that he would be able to win Guan Hanning's belief in himself by fighting with that Meng Yiguang, but with this, his tone and belief were enough.

Wu Jitang had already thought of such an answer, with a hint of a smile on his face, although he had already recognized Han Xian, but everything at this time had to be listened to by the eldest brother.

Guan Hanning fell into deep thought.

A look of uncertainty flashed in his eyes, and his gaze pressed on Han Xian's heart like electricity.

For that grim face, Han Xian certainly understood what he meant, it was impossible for him to give in, how could Han Xian, who was stubborn by nature, lower his noble head under the forced gaze of Guan Hanning.

Perhaps in the midst of these two eyes, Han Xian's spine still stood a little forward.

In fact, Guan Hanning didn't think about it, would it be safe to stay here, his eyes swept towards the dense forest, who dared to say that there could be no danger hidden in the dark depths.

A look of hesitation appeared on his cold face again, maybe Guan Hanning was still doubting whether it was right or wrong, but his head still nodded slightly.

In this regard, Han Xian did not show a smile on his face, because in his opinion, he had the ability to climb the stone wall platform, and he had the ability to protect himself.

More importantly, Han Xian believes that since everyone's Dao power has been restrained, then there is no gap between himself and others, so what is there to be afraid of.

Guan Hanning glanced back at Meng Yiguang, and resolutely filled his cheeks.

The Dao power is lost, only the strength of the muscles and muscles remains, although they often temper themselves, but it is not easy to climb such a stone platform.

The road has always been chosen by Han Xian himself.

As soon as the spear was back, the palm of his hand was lightly rested on the stone wall, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the clouds on the stone wall again, would he have the courage to decorate his cheeks?

"Hmph, what's the difference between this and tall trees. ”

Four fingers groped for the crack in the stone, and the body left the ground little by little, this is not the feeling of flying, although he moved slowly, and moved hard, but there was never a lack of wind in his ears, in Han Xian's self-comfort, only flying, the wind will always accompany him.

There were still clouds in front of him, he didn't move, but he was struggling to approach him, the sore joints of his fingers had ever regretted, and he once guessed the height of the high platform behind the clouds, but it was another manifestation of regret.

Hehe, it's useless to regret it now, because I worked hard to let the clouds and mist overhead, I had already flown too high, and the ground under my feet was too far away from me.

What about regrets, let go of your hands and let yourself experience the feeling of real flight?

It must have been a tearful experience, and his heart must have been filled with endless fear of the closeness of the earth, because he was really too hard.

Since the clouds are overhead, then put them in.

The fingers broke into the mist, and the slightest coolness soothed the originally sore knuckles a little, such coolness, the head longed for too long, and used the strength to pierce it upward.

His eyes were gray, and his heart was even more bleak.

With his wet hair dyed a layer of gray, Han Xian finally knew why his fingers were cool, because he was clutching at the cold ice.

"Han Xian!"

His eyes jumped, his eyes were full of gray, of course he didn't know himself, and Han Xian also knew whose call it was.

Let's let it cool all over the body.

Fingers once again probed forward for gaps, and the soles of their feet disappeared from the earth's gaze.

The damn fog, or even more damn cold, was not only a layer of gray on the hair, but also frost on the knuckles.

The skull is getting heavier and heavier.

The breath is also getting thicker.

Is it that his ears and eyes have become deaf, or have he surpassed everyone else, there is no familiar figure in his eyes, let alone the sound of breathing, and he is lonely again?

The mind has long been numb, completely moving forward with a piece of ice, the thoughts are flowing slowly, the cold is not something that I haven't experienced, didn't I take the Wuxiang Feng on my back to experience it once?

As long as you forget the coldness, forget everything, let go of your hands, and let the script move forward, then you will definitely be able to succeed.

Did Han Xian really forget?

Maybe yes, those hands stained with white frost, every time they bent and grabbed and straightened and groped, they didn't let the white frost condense into ice, and every time the feet were forced, it was like a call to success.

Maybe the slow-flowing brain has not forgotten the existence of hands and feet, but it must forget the obsession of 'how far is it'.

Is there light ahead?

The hand that poked out the white mist didn't know that in Han Xian's opinion, the stone wall had always been cool, and when the sunlight shone through the blurred eyes of the ice on his head, Han Xian should be grateful to his hands, and he didn't let go of the crack in the stone wall that was clinging to the life because of the tiredness in his mind.

The throat moved slightly, the ice on the skull was melting little by little, and the coolness finally moistened the dry throat.

The arm explored again, and finally the soles of the feet said goodbye to the white mist, and the eyes probed forward again, and how far away the bottom of the heart appeared stubbornly.

"Bang, pound, pound!"

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