The cliffside of the cliff of life and death is the dividing line between life and death, standing on the cliff is standing on the ghost gate, looking at the black dark is equivalent to seeing death.

There is only life and death in front of the cliff of life and death, and nothing else.

But at the bottom of the cliff of life and death, there is only death, not life.

The snow ghost saw Feng Xiaohan swallowed by an avalanche, and then infinite snowflakes poured into the darkness like a white tsunami.

Many years ago, that ape monster beast was quite intelligent but extremely stupid, and tried in vain to measure the depth of the cliff of life and death.

The cliff of life and death is indeed unfathomable, even if the snow of the mountains collapses together, it cannot fill the darkness, as if the darkness is not a portrayal of the abyss, but a road to another world.

In the eyes of the snow ghosts, it was indeed the path to another world—the world of death.

It is a ghost in the snow, and the snow is like the air that flies in the sky on the back of the birds, and the avalanche is just a big wind.

The snow ghost carried the Changming waist card on his back, thinking to himself where he should go?

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Cold and suffocating,

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself, is this the world after death?

When the extreme condition of near-death is reached, the person faints, and the physical exertion is drastically reduced so that they can live a few more moments, and then die in peace, such as a person who has fallen into the water......

But it can also wake people who are unconscious, especially those who are extremely sensitive to danger and death.

These are all natural reactions of the body that vary from person to person and also from situation to situation.

Feng Xiaohan belonged to the latter, and he quickly woke up without opening his eyes.

The pressure was so great that he couldn't even open his eyes, and he couldn't move his thumb even with his natural powers.

He didn't die, he was just buried in the snow, and it was so deep, so deep that it was desperate.

Feng Xiaohan tried to use his vitality to relieve the pain caused by suffocation, but as soon as his vitality came out of the secluded mansion, there was a sharp pain in his chest, waist and abdomen, and the pain in his limbs numb from the cold gradually became clear.

There is no doubt that he was injured, both externally and internally.

How can this be?

Feng Xiaohan fought against the four seasons in the wilderness domain, fought the reincarnation of the heavens, and had seen countless natural disasters, which was extremely shocking.

The stinky dragon said that nature is the real beast of the wilderness, the most ferocious monster in the world.

Now he is going to die at the hands of this beast...... It's a well-deserved death.

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that if his mouth could still move, he should be laughing at himself.

In just twelve years, he has experienced more battles and life-and-death trials than many people have in their lifetimes.

In the human world for a year, Feng Xiaohan thinks that he has become one

People, with some friends around them who can go through trouble side by side, are no longer beasts fighting alone.

Looking back on my life, I didn't defeat the stinky dragon and failed to see the scenery of a higher realm, and it seems that I have no regrets other than that.

Unable to lift his vitality, his body was pressed by a mountain or even a mountain of snow, he simply stopped resisting and planned to accept death, and walked gently into that good night.

The process of dying is slow and painful.

But it's also peaceful, like a late night without the moon and stars......

"What's wrong with you?"

A question rises from the bottom of my heart and breaks this so-called calm.

It's not who is speaking, it's not someone using divine consciousness to transmit sound for thousands of miles, it's just a question that suddenly arises.

However, the question is raised from the perspective of a third party.

Does anyone dwell in his heart?

Feng Xiaohan didn't have the energy to dwell on this question, and replied calmly in his heart: "I'm going to die." ”

"It's not like your style. ”

Indeed, Feng Xiaohan has only fought for survival and strength all his life, and he can face death calmly, but he will not always wait peacefully.

He had to do something.

But he is at the bottom of the cliff of life and death, under the mountain snow, what can he do with the power of the cave secluded realm?

Feng Xiaohan didn't know where the source of those thoughts in his heart was, maybe it was his hysteria before he died, and it was a communication with his soul.

"Stand up, there's a mission waiting for you to accomplish. ”

Feng Xiaohan didn't care about the mission, but thought, "How can you stand up here?"

"With an inkstone. ”

Feng Xiaohan then remembered that there was a box in the baggage he carried, and there was an inkstone in it, which was picked up from the crater of the Feng Volcano.

He was impressed by the scorching lava.

I don't know how many years this inkstone has been left in that place but it has not been melted by the high temperature, in addition to the fact that the box containing it is not ordinary, its quality is also one of the reasons.

If you use this swarthy inkstone, maybe you can really help him get out.

But he won't use it,

Even if it would be used in his current situation, it would not be able to be used at all.

The inkstone was in the box, the box was in the baggage, the burden was on his back, and he couldn't move.

Feng Xiaohan retracted his mind, and Wanyan Jinmang came out with the sea of divine consciousness, enduring severe pain and running his vitality to urge Wanyan supernatural powers.

A scorching sensation appeared, dispelling a slight chill.

The barren sword is forged from a collection of rare metals, and it is borrowed from the power of the feathers of the glass-colored peacock of the rare beast, which is naturally spiritual, and the glass-colored flame that appeared when Jiang Wen was killed in the last time in the Heavenly Temple is the evidence.

This time, the wind

Xiao Han hoped that it would help him again.

After Emperor Yuanzong ruled the world, Renyanzong also spread the Tao in the world, among which there is a sword spectrum called Suzaku is widely spread, all because of its powerful power, it seems to have the potential of the south fire to burn the sky, if it is matched with the secret heart of Renyanzong, its power is not under the true sword of Changming.

Sensing Feng Xiaohan's call, the Wild Sword trembled faintly in response.

The burning sword qi ignited the snow mastiff's skin, tearing a hole in the baggage.

The heavy snow has a great impact on the divine consciousness and vitality, and without holding the hilt of the sword, the current quality of the barren sword cannot exert more power.

But Wanyan Jinmang can operate normally, shuttling through the snow as if there is nothing, just like when he used it to probe the arm wound of the big white fat man.

Jin Mang came to the baggage and encountered a slight obstacle in front of the box, but soon broke through the obstacle and landed on the inkstone.

Feng Xiaohan had consulted a lot of classics, and wanted to know what Wanyan Jinmang was, but he didn't have any clues, only that it was made of the Great Dao, and it seemed to have other wonderful uses besides being able to explore things and derive the method, but he didn't know what the magic was for.

If that inkstone can really help him get out, then according to the current situation, using Wanyan Jinmang to drive this inkstone is the only choice and possibility.

Jin Mang slowly wrapped the inkstone, its outline was outlined in Feng Xiaohan's mind, and at the same time he felt the power that had been sleeping for a long time, now all he had to do was to wake it up, and then make a drop of blood to recognize the Lord or something to let it exert its power.

Those powers have been asleep for so long, which is equivalent to accumulating for so long, no matter what kind of ability they have, I believe they can also help him escape from here.

Wanyan Jinmang swept the inkstone, and then focused on the pattern at the end of the inkstone.

It was a rui beast, hidden among the auspicious clouds, which can be described as auspicious, so it can be seen that it should be an authentic great magic weapon of a certain Taoist Xuanmen.

It's just that this beast doesn't have eyes, so it looks like it has lost a lot of spirituality, and even the whole artifact has a somewhat suppressed feeling.

Feng Xiaohan knew that this was not a forging miss, but the key to starting it.

He suddenly remembered that Chen Feng had told him about the story of Tianji Pavilion and Moon Pavilion being quite good at finishing touches, as well as the story of this idiom.

So he turned Wanyan Jinmang into a pen, and the tip of the pen was on the eye of the beast.

From the question in his heart to the time he put the finishing touches on the beast, Feng Xiaohan exhausted his last energy, and he no longer had the strength to make it recognize the master.

At this time, the personnel have been exhausted, and they are all at the mercy of heaven.

(There's a line from the movie Interstellar that the old professor has appeared many times, and it's a poem by Dylan Thomas: Don't walk gently into that good night, burn and roar at dusk, and rebuke angrily, angrily denounce the passing of light.) ）

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