Hebal was also found a few meters away from her. The two of them fell for a long time before they stopped, and the rope in their hands was firmly tied to their wrists. People watched everything that happened on the screen, all of them opened their mouths wide, some screamed directly, some covered their eyes and did not dare to look directly, and the children were directly picked up by their parents.

"This, this, is this a death!" the people said in amazement.

Sanskrit and Hebal loosened the rope, and suddenly they both rushed down with their big heads and flipped over! They tied the rope neatly to their ankles, and deftly made a loop, hooking their feet and hanging down. In this way, the two of them were not far apart, hanging upside down from a hundred-meter cliff, and the sea water could almost splash on them if the waves were bigger. The sea breeze at the bottom of the cliff was strong, blowing and swaying them from side to side, and they were like two weak willows beside the vast sea and the towering cliff, falling without falling, swaying with the wind.

Purifying the marrow is one of the compulsory courses for the practice of the body and the spiritual method, and of course this is limited to those who have reached a certain level of the body and spiritual method. There are thousands of ways to wash the marrow, but all changes are the same, so let the body be in a state of extreme imbalance, and mobilize the bloodline through spiritual power to achieve absolute control over the body, so that it can maintain the survival of life for a long time, and the longer the time, the stronger the spiritual ability.

In the process of infinite consumption, the marrow washing forces the psionics to infinitely stimulate the growth of spiritual power and raise their spiritual energy reserves to provide the source of life. During this period, there is an almost cruel fasting requirement for psionics, and psionics can only drink a small amount of water as a life supply, which also allows psionics to reach their physical limits. Therefore, there is another name for washing the marrow, which is called "immortality".

However, not all psionic beings will make good use of its method, and it can be said that the vast majority of psionic beings will not use the spiritual method of marrow washing to improve their spiritual cultivation. Because, the method of immortality is not to die, not to rest. If people stop practicing at this time, their spiritual power will no longer be forcibly summoned, and the ultimate purpose of marrow cleansing will be null and void. This method of spiritual cultivation can be regarded as the most severe test for psionic beings, and ordinary people will not use this method to practice.

Sanskrit and Hebal hung upside down like this, without words. After a while, Fanyin put her arms behind her head, closed her eyes slightly, her breathing changed from light to slow, from weak to heavy, and her body gradually fell silent.

In the first few days, her body swayed in the wind, like a lonely grass. When the wind and waves are strong, she and He Ba can be blown up more than ten zhang high, and they can't hang for a long time. Cliffs, torrents, swaying violently, will make their heads bleed at any moment. The rocks struck by the sea rumbled, and the waves rolled in, only a few feet away from them.

However, every time the two of them were about to hit the cliff, their bodies would shake and shift, resist the wind, spin off the cliff, and control as they pleased. If they can't hit the cliff, their bodies will blow with the wind, and they will not resist even if they are thrown high and low. That body, which is said to be as soft as a willow and as hard as a stone, is all controlled by one's own spiritual power. The spectators watched with a burst of low shouts and shouts.

The adaptation of the first three days has allowed their spiritual power to be released and harvested, and it is really depleting to fight against adversity. The audience watched intently, just thinking it was funny. Ordinary people will not encounter the spiritual method of washing the marrow at all, not to mention children, even adults are seeing it for the first time, and they are very excited. They questioned each other if the two really didn't eat or drink, and why they were next to the rocks but avoided them instantly. The children learned to stand upside down like them, and after a while they began to feel dizzy and nauseous, and the adults were very interesting to watch.

But as Sanskrit and Heba gradually fell silent, after three days, the noisy talk became smaller and smaller. They found that the two of them were no longer like weak willows and solitary grasses, no longer interesting spiritual competitions that they could discuss. In this vast world, the two of them are like the engine of the world, fixing the sea god needle, and the two of them are no longer moving despite the wind and waves.

For seven days, it was the tenth day of the two of them, and the two of them were not finished, only in the early morning of each three days, soldiers brought them some water, and it was at that time that people knew that they were still alive.

By the 10th day, not a single one of the spectators had spoken, and the soldiers stood erect, taller than any of their previous shifts, their breathing rising and stopping with their commanders, and with the toughness of the game.

How many soldiers have followed their time to devotionally and cleanse themselves together, wanting to see how good their skills are. However, no one could survive the tenth day as much as they did. It was only then that people realized that this was a silent rally for the soldiers until the end of their lives. When they looked back at the two men, they saw their backbones.

Beitang Muren stood tall in the chief viewing area, and he was also immovable. A pair of burning eyes, staring at the contestants and his soldiers. Soldiers, steel is strong, standing firm. There is no game that can compare with it, with its own flesh and blood, cast a proud world. The power that spreads out here quietly spreads until it defends people's hearts, which is solemn.

The commanders of the spectator seats left and came back one after another, and every time they came back, they were even more in awe and emotion. All this made them clearly understand the unshakable supreme position of the Ministry of Military Affairs in Dongling.

Ji Zhong has been home several times, and when he returns on the 10th day, he deliberately sits away from the screen, as if he doesn't want to see the players play. I don't know what I'm thinking under Duanjingbo's gloomy face. The general director of the communications department began to be a little worried, and he repeatedly asked his subordinates if there would be a technical glitch in insisting on transmitting pictures in real time for such a large screen for such a long time for the first time.

The head of the ceremonial department is a noble woman, her heart is broken these days, she wants to know when this game will end, her body can't bear to toss like this, especially her glorious face. The other officials also fidgeted with their own thoughts.

Beitang Muren stood up, and everyone's restlessness was suppressed in an instant. The people sitting here are the head of the whole department, the head of the people, and they should be what they should be. One by one, the chiefs who had their own thoughts solemnly rose up again, straightening their posture that should have been straight.

On the eleventh day, Sanskrit changed her gestures, she crossed her hands over her chest, and breathed a little heavier. Yaya hadn't spoken in the audience for a few days, and when everyone camped in the tent at night, she was the last to enter, and she refused to stop until her eyes were sore and swollen.

On the twelfth day, Fanyin opened her eyes, and everyone watched her every move, not daring to speak, for fear of disturbing the girl. When she opened her eyes, people gathered their breath, covered their mouths, and watched in silence. Fine sweat has gradually seeped out of the forehead of Sanskrit. The spiritual power was surging more and more in her body, and it was difficult to control it, so she forcibly suppressed the restlessness. Sure enough, the harsh environment was far more harsh than what she had used to in the treetops of the forest.

Fanyin blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the light, her eyeballs rolling in her sockets, sour and tired. Gradually, she opened her eyes completely, she looked at the sky above her head and was empty, staring at the distance or near in a daze, her eyes were as empty as this sky. She breathed, and it was the only thing she could do.

After a long time, she felt someone shaking around her, she slowly turned her head away, due to the long stalemate, her musculoskeletal body had stiffened, and shaking rashly would cause her to damage herself.

"You finally heard me, I just called you for a long time!" said to Herbal not far from Sanskrit, dancing with her hands. Apparently he was very happy to see Sanskrit panting!