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Yes!

Ants still steal life, let alone people.

The shroud of the death crisis instantly made Fang Shaobai's body and mind tremble, and his eyes also revealed a strong shock, out of instinct, Fang Shaobai hurriedly pushed the Earth Kun Wang Ding on the top of his head.

Almost as soon as the Earth Kun King Ding was raised above his head, the Heavenly Thunder of Destruction poured into the Ding, and millions of catties of huge force oppressed, once again knocking Fang Shaobai to his knees, his flesh and blood were shattered, and blood was splashed.

The pain completely sobered Fang Shaobai up, and his pale face unconsciously revealed a touch of self-deprecation.

"It is said that there is no predicament in the world that cannot be overcome, as long as you can't overcome yourself. I was so desperate that I almost killed myself..."

Humiliation!

How could a person who was truly proud in his bones allow himself to die in suicide?

People are born with a sky above their heads and a piece of ground under their feet.

Even if you want to die, at least you have to die on the way to pursue your dreams, how can you give up your life because of despair?

Besides, it's just a dilemma, a desperate fart.

Fang Shaobai simply felt that he had no face to see the world. There is also some luck in my heart, but fortunately I woke up again at the critical moment, if I slow down such a beat, I will end up with no bones, I am afraid that I will be despised by countless people after death, right?

Fang Shaobai took a deep breath with difficulty, looked up at the thunderclouds above, his eyes condensed, and his gaze became firm again, oh no, this is an unprecedented firmness. It's like having undergone a baptism of the soul.

"Isn't it just a dilemma, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it, it can't be broken. Come on, Lao Tzu, I want to see if your safe zone is really moving forever. ”

Taking advantage of the time that ten seconds had passed, Fang Shaobai once again took out a four-rank pill to recover some of his physical injuries, and with a touch of consciousness he probed into the golden bead with ease, quickly sensed the transfer of the safe area, flashed sideways, stepped over, and successfully seized the next safe area before the next wave of Heavenly Thunder thundered.

Fang Shaobai once again began a seemingly hopeless transfer.

Once... Twice... Ten times... Hundreds... One hundred and eighty times... Perhaps it was Fang Cai's small spiritual transformation that played a role, compared to Fang Cai's transfer, Fang Shaobai's eyes were much firmer. [To see the latest chapter of this book, please go to the $>>>cotton__flower__sugar__small__say__網.]

And this time, Fang Shaobai said that he couldn't lose to himself again. After perceiving that he was impatient again, he took decisive measures and constantly warned himself to persevere, to be firm, there is no predicament in the world that cannot be broken, only the self that cannot be defeated, if even he can't defeat himself, what to talk about breaking through the predicament, what to talk about pursuing dreams and laughing proudly in life?

Fang Shaobai's self-admonition really worked, and he really eliminated the impatience in his heart, and transferred thirty-seven reads in a row.

Two hundred and seventeen times!

Fang Shaobai would never forget the humiliation of being so desperate that he gave up his life when he was transferred to two hundred and seventeen times just now.

Two hundred and eighteen times!

Fang Shaobai stepped out, and suddenly felt a sense of physical and mental well-being. It's a sense of accomplishment in overcoming oneself, and it's wonderful. The most commendable thing for a person is not to defeat any hegemon, but to overcome himself.

No matter how awesome the hegemon is, there is a limit, but there is never a limit to defeating oneself.

This kind of refreshing feeling made Fang Shaobai as excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, what despair, what impatience, to hell with it. Even if Lao Tzu dies of exhaustion here in the end, if he can overcome himself and break through himself, it will be worth it.

Two hundred and fifty times... Two hundred and seventy times... Fang Shaobai refreshed the highest record of the previous transfer again and again, as if he was working hard with himself. What seemed to be a very boring, very boring, and even exhausting transfer was turned out to be a stand-alone game by him.

"If you still despair in the end, Lao Tzu must also clearly remember how many times he finally transferred before despairing."

This kind of weird and perverted psychology made Fang Shaobai's eyebrows flutter and dance with his eyebrows fluttering every time he made a boring transfer, and he was very excited. Because in his view, every transfer is a breakthrough of the self and a new record.

If he dies eventually, he's going to leave a record of diversion that will make the next unlucky guy who comes here even more desperate.

Three hundred times!

Four hundred times!

Five hundred times!

Eight hundred times!

A thousand times!

Fang Shaobai was tired, really tired, this was not about despair and impatience, but the fatigue of a long time of excitement and the continuous consumption of consciousness and soul power, so tired that he just wanted to lie down and sleep well.

It's just that in the midst of exhaustion, Fang Shaobai is still soberly aware that he can't be tired yet, and he can't lie down to sleep yet, because lying down means death. Lying down and waiting to die, even if it is not because of despair, it is always self-abandonment, which is equivalent to suicide, and it is still ashamed to see others.

Therefore, Fang Shaobai continued to insist.

He didn't know how far this breath would last in the end, he only knew that as long as he wasn't tired to death, he had to stand, because he was a man, a man who couldn't be defeated by himself.

Many times, miracles happen in such situations.

Fang Shaobai was obviously very tired, so tired that he didn't bother to move his fingers, but in such an extremely tired state, he stiffened up and continued to transfer two thousand times... Three thousand times!

If you can, erect a stone monument here with this number written on it, I'm afraid it will make the next unlucky person who comes here daunting. Of course, when you meet a person who has no limits to evil, it may become an incentive.

Fang Shaobai hadn't fallen down yet, but his eyes were already revealing an unprecedented tiredness. This kind of exhaustion would not be so exhausting even if Fang Shaobai let go of his hands and feet to fight against a martial king.

In the midst of exhaustion, Fang Shaobai finally couldn't help but feel a trace of despair. No matter what, he is still alone, and in the face of a never-ending hopeless shift, he will not be able to hold on to hope to the end.

Even so, he stiffened up, trying as hard as he could to dispel the despair in his heart.

In your heart, you are at war with yourself.

It's like two people fighting in their heads.

A tired man who is still full of tenacity said, "Hold on, don't give up!" ”

One of them said in despair, "Forget it, what's the use of persisting, it's not that you have to die of exhaustion, your so-called record is just a joke, rather than letting yourself die of exhaustion like a dead dog and falling to the ground with no bones left, it is better to fall down like this and wait for death, at least there are still a few seconds to wake up and reminisce about life..."

The confrontation is non-stop, and neither of the two thoughts can overpower the other. But Fang Shaobai's body was still moving, and his steps were not bad at all.

Three thousand five hundred times... It's a terrifying number, it's on the verge of falling, and it's been transferred five hundred times.

No matter who it is, even if the legendary Wuzun comes here, I am afraid that he has to admire the amazing perseverance of this kid Fang Shaobai. Even if there is despair in my heart, which cannot be erased, there is still a rare unyielding and persevering.

A warrior is not afraid of no chance, but he is afraid of not having perseverance. If there is no chance, the achievement may not be too high, but as long as there is perseverance, you can live unyielding and be worthy of yourself. There is no perseverance in the end, but it is a zero, empty life, after death, they are ashamed to see people, buried in the loess, and they dare not erect a stone tablet to engrave their names.

Three thousand five hundred and sixty-nine times... So tired, Fang Shaobai's eyes were full of exhaustion, he didn't even bother to fight against the despair in his heart, his tenacious perseverance almost became an instinct to shift his steps, but every step was a little staggering.

Three thousand five hundred seventy-two ...... Three thousand five hundred and eighty times...... Three thousand five hundred and ninety-five plops!

Fang Shaobai successfully transferred the safe area, and the person also fell to the ground, too tired, too tired, this fall even made him want to lie on the ground and not get up.

Five seconds later, he took a deep breath, barely maintained his firmness, and stood up again, but his legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead, and he moved to the next safe area, and even a light movement felt laborious.

But he shifted again, this time three thousand five hundred and ninety-six.

After the transfer, a smile appeared on Fang Shaobai's face, with a smile of satisfaction in exhaustion, "At least Lao Tzu has broken through himself again." ”

If Fang Shaobai's women saw his appearance at this moment, I am afraid that they would cry in distress. The high-spirited Fang Shaobai, how could he have been so tired that he looked like this, his face was bloodless, his face was pale, his eyes were godless, and he looked like a person who had been old for twenty years.

Three thousand five hundred and ninety-seven times...... Three thousand five hundred and ninety-eight times...... Three thousand five hundred and ninety-nine Fang Shaobai no longer knew how he was going to transfer three times, he only knew that he was really tired to a kind of limit. At most, if he transfers again, it will be completely unsuccessful, he has already overdrawn all the will that can be overdrawn, even if he swallows all the pills in the storage ring, it is impossible to hold on anymore... The consciousness that penetrated into the golden bead finally dissipated after sensing the place of the next safe area transfer. I'm too tired, even if I take Qingling Fruit again, it won't help. The green spirit fruit can replenish the soul power, but it can't replenish the overdrawn will and mental power.

Ahem... A mouthful of blood coughed up heavily from Fang Shaobai's mouth.

Fang Shaobai's eyes suddenly swept away his exhaustion, and he looked at the ground twenty squares in front of him, the last trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

"It's the last time, Lao Tzu insisted on coming here, and his heart died of emaciation, and no one is qualified to laugh at Lao Tzu for being a soft egg again!"

"Roar!"

With the last roar, Fang Shaobai frantically pounced towards the safe area...

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