The twenty-eighth life hangs on a thread and goes down the Huaijiang River / also lives and dies on Kunlun

(1) Xuanyuan and the ghost area were sweating profusely and complaining. The current temperature of the pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info is bearable, but if it continues, it will really be roasted and consumed, and they even begin to think in horror that it is no longer sweat that is forced out of their bodies, but oil and water.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the long process of waiting for death to come, and this feeling can only be experienced by those who are in it.

It is no exaggeration to say that at this time, Xuanyuan and the Ghost District are at this stage of being slowly tormented.

The end of their lives was finally revealed, but no matter how much they guessed, they could not have imagined that it would end in such a tragic end.

I can't help but ask myself: What kind of grudge do we have with these gods, demons, and beasts?

It's not that they haven't been suspicious, so far, there is only one person with such ability and means, and there is an inexplicable grudge between them, but his identity has not yet been clarified, and he has not yet appeared, so he cannot be sure.

Before, Xuanyuan and the Ghost Circle were tied up by fierce beasts and poor oxen ropes and thrown into a square-shaped stone pool.

The stone pool, carved from a single gray boulder, was square, and the inner hall was large enough for the two of them to lie flat in it. The walls of the pool are thick and smooth, and the reflection is not from the point of view of the production method, which can be built by non-ancient races, and it is not an ordinary thing at first sight.

Now, it sits firmly on the mountain ground, surrounded by piles of dry branches and withered grass that have been ignited, and the ubiquitous flames wrap it, and thousands of tongues of fire dance wildly against the pool wall, making a terrible crackling sound.

The fierce beasts were still bringing firewood and grass to help the fire to flourish, and where could the Xuanyuan and Ghost Circles in the stone pool still lie still, and began to struggle and roll, letting out desperate shouts.

The poor cow who supervised on the side showed a satisfied and cold smile, not for anything else, just to be able to successfully deal with Shenying.

The stone pool wall has become hot compared to Fangcai, and Xuanyuan, who has had the experience of underground hot river adventures, is terrified to the extreme, this time is simply different from that time, it cannot be compared! He desperately drove his bound body, and kept standing up and jumping off the bottom of the pool to resist the arrival of delayed death, and when he was on the verge of death, the pain in his heart was ignored, and survival became the only instinct.

The ghost area beside him was scorched, foaming, screaming miserably, and was also making a final struggle against the fierce flames.

Stemming from the strong survival instinct of human beings, they will never give up until the last moment. The rare willpower in his body actually made Xuanyuan burst out with a rare sense of sobriety when he was dying, and he must live!

In order to obtain the glimmer of life that is there or not, he also began the last self-rescue......