For a day and a night, Qiao Mengchen did not get out of the firing line. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info not only to graffiti, but also to clean up the new stagnant water in the pond at all times, so as not to be naughty again. Thanks to the skills accumulated before, the right hand was tired and the left hand was changed, and the left hand was tired and the right hand was changed, and the last stroke of the last Rui Fu was ended at dawn on the third day of the deadline.

There are more than 1,400 strange symbols, all of which are arranged accurately. Qiao Mengchen let out a sigh of relief, sat down down, grabbed a large cake, and took two bites, really sleepy...... Whoo fell asleep.

I slept until the sky was dark, and when I opened my eyes again, I don't know what time it was. Inadvertently, he saw a handful of pale hair, on his arm, very pleasant.

Who is the master? Qiao Mengchen half-raised his head lazily: strange, no one.

He was very sleepy, and he didn't think much about it, and slowly lowered his head. As he moved slowly, his aged, gray hair wriggled and wriggled...... Qiao Mengchen subconsciously stretched out his hand, a swollen, brown hand, and touched the handful of hair—the beard, on which was his own face.

Ah, Qiao Mengchen was really surprised, the owner of this white beard turned out to be himself!

What happened when he was unconscious? Was it because he drank the water in the painting, stopped the Rui Fu, or was it because of his own lack of qi and blood that he was punished for becoming so old?

Qiao Mengchen had no intention of sleeping again, he wanted to get up as soon as possible, but he found that his actions were very laborious, and his thoughts and behaviors were half a beat behind, isn't this what is the appearance of aging?

He touched the wrinkles and beard on his face, so depressed that he just wanted to go crazy, still thinking that he was just dreaming. He rushed out the door, and the rooftop, a few kilometers above the ground, was still as cold as ever, and the cold was raging, leaving a lonely pair of shoe prints on the snow, messy and staggering.

Qiao Mengchen was indeed not in a dream, and he had indeed aged to an incredible degree.

Ah—he cried out in despair, and a few old and dull voices echoed in the whirring north wind. Heaven and earth are vast, the void is endless, and everything seems to have long been extinct, leaving him to beg for life alone.

I don't know how long I slept this night, the sky was gray, and I couldn't tell whether it was morning or afternoon. Qiao Mengchen stood in a daze for a few minutes, then bent over, and wanted to slowly walk back to the Baguio Cave, and then waited for death to come. At the rate of decay of his body, it would not be long before he would be transformed into a corpse, and then wait for someone to remove his head and make an eighth skull.

There was movement behind him, and the sound sounded as cold and unforgiving as liquid water rapidly condensing into ice.

He didn't have time to turn around, and a powerful cold light almost pinned him in place. Leng Mang's master is a hazy beast bone. The cold ice of the beast bones was suddenly invisible, and the blue cold scales flashed under the white light. Two ice earthworm-like tentacles lingered and groped insultingly on Old Man Qiao's long beard.

Qiao Mengchen knocked off the cold tentacles, and the old finger pointed to the head of the beast bone: "Get out, don't think that the old man can be bullied at will." ”

Believe it or not, touch a porcelain to show you!

The beast bones were furious, and the ice rays from the tail and head flashed, revealing their original form: the fangs of the tiger's body dragon were protruding, and a fierce ice dragon raised its head and glared at him.

This guy is named Bingsha, who has called the rooftop his home for thousands of years, and is the guardian dragon of the Baguio Cave Mansion. The headwind that abruptly rose when Qiao Mengchen first went to the rooftop was the movement caused by the ice.

Seeing Qiao Mengchen's face frightened, Bing Xu provoked his beard with protruding teeth more than a foot long, and his tail swayed slightly. Qiao Mengchen took a step back: "Who are you, quickly return my youth." ”

Bing Sha was about to get angry when he raised his ears, but for some reason he stopped again. It swam around Qiao Mengchen a few times, and then brought its cold nose closer, sniffing at him. From head to toe, it searched Qiao Mengchen's curled up body, and the vicious face and mouth did not ease until this point.

Babbling, babbling, babbling, a long string of monosyllabic dragon words, the ice popped out a toe that was retracted into the hairy palm, and the long, shiny toenails were carved into the ice like sharp blades: People of the Nether, quickly leave. Otherwise, you will die here!

When he finished writing, a whirlwind rose from the ground, and the ice disappeared. I don't know what the other party is trying to say, but at least it shows that Qiao Mengchen still has hope of being alive. The ants are still stealing their lives, does he Qiao Mengchen deserve to die?

The hope of survival urged Qiao Mengchen to flee quickly, while he was still able to move.

Packing his bags, the front foot just stepped out of the hole, and the door closed tightly with a "clang" from behind. This Baguio cave is just like when it appeared, turning into green smoke out of thin air.

The impatience to survive, coupled with old age and decrepitude, all played a great role in his unstable foothold. Falling a few times on the ice sheet one after another, Qiao Mengchen stubbornly climbed the angle between the hanging wall and the rooftop with his hands to stop the falling body. With this stumble, his mouth once again touched the frost-defying horse chestlock. The feeling of coolness is re-enacted.

Is this providential? Do you have to let him eat the alien grass that grows in the snow and ice?

Qiao Mengchen didn't think about it, opened his mouth to hold the ice crystal horse clover, and pulled it up with roots and leaves. The roots of the horse chestnut clover are also extremely green, and there is not a single grain of dirt on the roots. What's even more strange is that the horse chestleaf clover off the ground let out a baby cry, swaying the grass that is no longer than the length of a palm, and seems to be very reluctant to be caught.

Wouldn't it be a ginseng fruit seedling? Qiao Mengchen, who was in a hurry to go to the doctor, did not delay any longer, and swallowed it in one gulp.

The ice crystal horse clover melted in his mouth, and the sweet taste was instantly transmitted to his limbs, which made Qiao Mengchen's body and mind rejuvenate, and the vitality of his lost life seemed to return a little. It's really a good thing, Qiao Mengchen thought why not pick some more of them in case of emergency? Unfortunately, there are few green leaves on the small rooftop, and where there are green leaves, there are seven leaf clover growth points. Three horse chestlocks, the most he could find. And on the cliff wall of more than 100 meters above, there are many small green spots, which are more ice crystal horse clovers. It's just that it's too high to reach, at least, he can't jump to that height when he's in the best condition, and the current Qiao Mengchen can't even move freely, let alone get it.

Too much greed is not beneficial, Qiao Mengchen can only comfort himself like this, preparing to walk down the crushing stone steps.

It's easy to go up the mountain and hard to go down, children know the truth, but at this time, Qiao Mengchen is far more than that. It may have been three days long ago, and although the ice sheet on the roof did not change significantly, the stone ladder that spiraled up around the finger peak was already covered with layers of thick ice, in other words, the only way to get back to the surface was to slide down the alpine trail.

It's basically hard.

Yong Yikai is right, beyond the third day, he will be killed by freezing and starving. The Ice Demon who appeared just now also predicted this.

They must not be allowed to succeed.

Qiao Mengchen pulled out his sword and cut off his long beard, then took a deep breath and stabbed the tip of the sword deep into the snowy slope. It was really a family heirloom, and the sword given by Wen Daoyi was very sharp, the thick ice cap was cut like tofu, and the solid ice on the stone steps buried two-thirds of the sword, and a simple alpine sled was made.

Once again, he tried to calm down and see if he could exercise the ring qi technique. It still doesn't work, there is no change in the body, and the sea of qi can't be activated. He fastened his bag and tightened his clothes, and then, with a vigorous pace rarely seen by an old man, jumped onto the dangerous slopes.

It's a pity that the snow geese here can't fly that high, otherwise, when the snow geese family sees a unique human being descending the mountain in a unique way, they will definitely smile at Jiuquan.

On the stone steps of the finger peak more than 8,000 meters above the ground, Qiao Mengchen rushed forward with his feet, prostrate downward, clenched the sword inserted into the middle line of the snow trail with both hands, and began to descend frantically to the limit.

For this extreme descent to be successful, three conditions must be met. Deficiencies in a sharpened blade, an ice sheet that does not break and collapse at will, and good physical strength can have catastrophic consequences. The first two conditions of support basically rely on prayer and self-seeking for more blessings, and the consistent physical strength is the factor that Qiao Mengchen can subjectively control.

After eating the horse chestloover, the energy that declined like an old man's physique rebounded, but he didn't know if it was enough for Qiao Mengchen to hold on to a safe height.

Whether the shoes fit or not can only be known by those who pass through them, and whether the stone steps are exciting enough or not can only be experienced by the person concerned. As the descent speed increases, the sword that combines the steering wheel and brakes underscores its importance. When the curve is large, you must firmly keep the sword body in the centerline position, and pay more attention to controlling the speed on the straight road to prevent serious deviation from the direction before the next curve, and the whole person will fly out. At least no less than five times, Qiao Mengchen almost broke these two rules, thus causing a catastrophe.

After the initial and most difficult run-in period, Qiao Mengchen's skills have improved. If the speed is too fast, you will try to reduce the sliding force by pedaling on the mountain wall with your feet, and correct the deviation in time. It's just that the two arms are bitter, and they have been hanging on the sword for a long time, and they are sore and numb, and the most important thing is that the strength is gradually exhausted.

Spotting the next corner, Qiao Mengchen slowed down his descent to give himself a chance to breathe. He took the horse chestleaf with his free right hand and swallowed it in one gulp. With the refreshing effect of stimulants, this crazy way of descending the mountain can continue.

When the third horse clover was devoured, Qiao Mengchen could already see a few small black dots under his finger peak.

The black dot is Yong Yikai and his group of five, and when Qiao Mengchen's figure appeared on the spiral stone staircase, they were about to pack their bags and return home to resume their lives.

A samurai's eyes were sharp, and he pointed at Qiao Mengchen who was high above and shouted, "It's back." Looking at Qiao Mengchen who was falling rapidly, Yong Yikai was ecstatic, but at the same time, he was worried that he would lose his footing and fall, and he was even more worried that the collection would not reach his hand.

However, the fact that the omnipotent Qiao Mengchen can return to the world is in itself a major event worthy of being written into the history of Donggao Kingdom. You must know that before him, a total of seven families successfully received government pensions from Donggao Kingdom.

Crazy Qiao Mengchen, the Baguio Cave Collection that makes people crazy.