Turkmenistan, Gates of Hell.

It is a 70-meter-wide burning crater that was discovered by geologists in 1971 when they discovered that there was a large amount of natural gas, and in order to be able to extract it effectively, the top layer of toxic gas was ignited.

But no one expected that the fire would burn for more than 40 years, and it would never stop, no matter day or night, this crater would always roll over with blazing flames. No one knows exactly how much natural gas is stored in its depths, the only thing that is known is that it burns all the time, never stopping.

Because of this endless burning, it gives people a sense of hell, so it is called the Gate of Hell. Many tourists come every year to see this natural wonder and feel the heat of Hell's Gate.

"Drink!"

A roar sounded from the gate of hell at night, and Xiao Yuanchao, who was bare-chested, knocked one person into the burning gate of hell with one punch, watching the other party's body be swallowed up by the flames in an instant.

A stood far away, silently staring at the dark distant sky like a stone sculpture. As cold as ever, even in the face of the gates of hell, he was not affected in any way, and his expression did not change.

Farther away, King Shi Jun stood there with a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Xiao Yuanchao, who was standing in front of the flames with his hands behind his back, his body dyed red by the raging firelight, like a god of war.

There was no superfluous expression on his face either, just a slight nod. This nod is a recognition of Xiao Yuanchao, or a stage of recognition of Xiao Yuanchao.

"Roar!!

Xiao Yuanchao, who had knocked his opponent into the gate of hell, clenched his fists and raised his head to burst into a high-pitched roar again.

In the roar, the red fierce light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he walked towards the location of Shi Junwang step by step.

Two years have passed, and Xiao Yuanchao has changed a lot, but this change is not a change in his appearance, but a change in the temperament of the whole person.

If it is said that the most reflective of a person's temperament is his eyes, there is no doubt that you can find the answer from Xiao Yuanchao's eyes.

Once upon a time, his eyes were paranoid, impulsive and angry. And now, his eyes are full of calm, even in the face of the terrifying gates of hell, there is not much change.

But that's just the appearance, just the appearance.

King Shi Jun knew that when Xiao Yuanchao stood in front of the gate of hell, the gate of hell was no longer this crater that had been burning for decades, but Xiao Yuanchao!

That's right, it's Xiao Yuanchao, two years have passed, and when he needs to be calm, it is even colder and more silent than a piece of 10,000-year-old ice; When he erupted, it was a burning hell gate.

I learned to control zhì, and I settled down in the breakthrough of life and death in the past two years, and thoroughly learned how to control myself.

"Boss, where are you going next? Who is the opponent? Xiao Yuanchao, who came over, asked King Shi Jun in a deep voice.

In the past two years, Xiao Yuanchao has been constantly challenging and surpassing. This time he fought to the death next to the gates of hell, and in the past he fought in any of the most treacherous places on earth.

Just like the brutal Marcus kept challenging back then, using the limit of life and death to achieve the result of breaking and standing. But Marcus is definitely not as ruthless and pure as Xiao Yuanchao, because Xiao Yuanchao not only challenges any master, but also all of them are in the harsh natural environment where they may die at any time.

Verkhoyansk, the vergeonsic wilderness, the ever-thick smoke billowing and the active Mount Merapi, the Lake of Death in Kivu, Rwanda, Death Valley in California, the summit of the Himalayas......

Keep challenging, keep sublimating in death, keep using death to stimulate your adrenaline, and complete your own recovery.

For two whole years, Xiao Yuanchao was like a demon crazy and destroyed his willpower and vitality. Almost every time he brushes shoulders with death, and almost every time he hovers on the brink of death.

Even he had become accustomed to the powerful impact of the imminent moment of death, and had become accustomed to it.

"Your adrenaline has stabilized, it's time to go back." King Shi Jun smacked the cigarette butt and said to Xiao Yuanchao: "In other words, the adrenaline is no longer in your way, your illness has been cured, and you can control your adrenaline at will now." ”

Xiao Yuanchao glanced at the soldiers and shook his head slightly.

"Boss, I'm not just satisfied with my body's recovery, I want to be stronger!" Xiao Yuanchao raised a fist and said, "I've already experienced so much, why don't you continue to go through it?" ”

Becoming stronger, constantly getting stronger, this is Xiao Yuanchao's ultimate pursuit. Although he had gotten up from crawling again, and He threw off his steps and ran forward, he knew he wasn't strong enough, far from enough.

"You want to be as strong as A?" Shi Junwang pinched the cigarette butt and sighed softly: "Bear child, you only know how to become stronger, but you don't know how much you will lose after becoming stronger." A is very strong, strong enough to stand at the top of this world, but he doesn't even know what he wants to do in the future, he is just a stone; Zhao Ziyang is very strong, so strong that he can't be more powerful, but he can't even control his own destiny after all. Every strong person has to endure loss, and the most painful thing is loss. ”

This is a heartfelt word, and it is also the most practical word.

Everybody wants to be stronger, no matter how they do. After becoming stronger, he often does not live a simple and happy life as before, and if he does not stand at the top, he will never know how lonely he is.

"Boss, I have a goal, I have a pursuit." Xiao Yuanchao looked at King Shijun's eyes very seriously and said: "The weak Xiao Yuanchao might as well die, because the weak Xiao Yuanchao has to shed his blood for the country and be ready to die at any time." But Xiao Yuanchao now has a wife, parents, a boss, and a group of good brothers on the battlefield, so he has to become stronger. Because Xiao Yuanchao doesn't want to die, it is glorious to live for the country and die for the people, but if he can live for the country and the people, wouldn't it be better? ”

The simple reason made King Shi Jun speechless, he knew too well Xiao Yuanchao's paranoia. Live for the country, die for the people...... The perverted sentiment nurtured by the perverted family.

This is the blessing of the motherland and the sorrow of the family.

"What the old man wants is to protect the country and kill the gods, and I am not, so I have to work hard." Xiao Yuanchao continued: "The soldier is treacherous, the soldier has no way, the soldier is on the way, the soldier is on the opposite path, and the soldier is king. Soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, the way of survival, the way of heaven and earth, wisdom, faith, benevolence and courage. What kind of soldier you want to be depends on what kind of person you want to be, and what kind of soldier you can be depends on what kind of person you are. If you want to rise higher, you have to accept the merciless and cruel blows, and with each blow, you will accumulate a little strength, and when the strength is accumulated, it will erupt like a volcano! ”

This is what King Shi Jun once said to Xiao Yuanchao, more than 20 years have passed, when King Shi Jun is about to forget jì, Xiao Yuanchao said it here.

"Boss, will you accompany me to the end?" Xiao Yuanchao stared deeply into the eyes of King Shi Jun.

King Shi took a deep puff of his cigarette, nodded and said, "Yes, but you have to go back now to settle your ten-year agreement with the Dragon's Nest." ”

Ten years of agreement, Xiao Yuanchao remembered, he and the dragon nest still have a ten-year agreement. When he was young and frivolous, he was arrogant and domineering and promised a ten-year agreement!

PS: Next chapter, six o'clock in the evening