After a bowl of hot instant noodles with ingredients, and even the residual soup was drunk, I burped loudly in satisfaction, and my desire to survive suddenly became strong.

Because my gossip bag is full, and I have almost two months of supplies.

That's right, I have a lot of compressed biscuits alone, and this thing can't do anything else, but Tee can carry hunger, but the water may not be too much, and no matter how much you save, I'm afraid you can carry it for two months.

And in the course of these two months, there may be countless changes, and perhaps there will be vitality.

Thinking about it like this, my desire to survive was inexplicably much stronger, and after taking a deep breath, I suddenly found one thing, that is, in this small space, there is actually enough oxygen.

I don't even feel a little hypoxic, which means that this place should be connected to the outside world.

I was pleasantly surprised by this discovery, and I felt that I had one more point of hope of escaping the ascension.

Hope, sometimes ethereal, feels very unreliable, but sometimes, especially when I am in a desperate situation, it is particularly useful - for example, at this moment, after I feel that there is still hope in life, I begin to think about how to face the current predicament.

The first thing that bore the brunt was not my stuck right foot, but the poison of my right hand.

This thing made my right palm extremely painful, and my previous self-deprecation had made it worse and worse, and it was already numb and black.

When I brewed the noodles, it was actually very inconvenient, but hunger made me forget everything, and now when I realize that there is still hope, I have to face it seriously.

One thing I know for sure is that this should be poison, and it has something to do with the true nature of the Hundred-Eyed Demon Lord.

Centipedes, this thing has always been known for its toxicity, and it is understandable to extend to the Nightkin that I am even a little glad that my right hand can still move now, which is a miracle.

Of course, this also has something to do with my physical fitness.

However, even if I am physically strong and have strong resistance, I can't unravel the poison in me, but it is relatively delayed.

If this poison really breaks out and goes straight to the heart and lungs, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do.

Wait, straight into the heart and lungs?

I suddenly remembered that Ma Yiao's master, Wang Chao'an, was poisoned by the Rat King, and then it also entered the heart and lungs, and he had to need the Houtu Spirit Bead to guide him to expel the toxin.

But what we obtained at that time was the Decanic Water Spirit Bead, which could not play the miraculous effect of the Houtu Spirit Bead, and only through slow implementation to control the toxin.

In other words, the decanic water spirit bead is actually effective for detoxification.

And the water spirit bead has been integrated into my body.

In this way, does it also mean that I may be able to slowly force out this centipede's poison through the effect of the dehydration spirit bead?

Thinking of this, I finally understood that the reason why I haven't died until now is not because of how strong my body is, but because of the effect of the Decanate Water Spirit Bead.

There is no endless road.

When a person is desperate, he feels that the whole world has collapsed and there is no daylight, but when he has hope, he finds that the difficulties and obstacles in front of him seem to be not so terrible.

There is a solution to everything, as long as there is enough patience and will.

And I'm at the moment, it's just whether or not I am extremely Tailai.

I began to try to practice qi, and when I activated the power of the water in the palm of my hand, through the palm of my right hand, and through my forearm, a tingling and itching sensation was transmitted to my mind.

Sure enough, it worked.

The simple improvement has given me more confidence, even if the feeling is very weak and does not have an immediate effect, but for me, it is tantamount to a flash of hope.

Although it was a painstaking effort to wear the drop stone, I had to grit my teeth and persevere.

I began to wash my right hand with the power of the water, over and over again, letting it pass from my meridians, from my flesh and blood, little by little from all the places that were infected with the poison.

Through the accumulation of time, I will be able to oppress and shrink the infected area of the city little by little.

It's a long tug-of-war that requires a lot of patience, so I try not to move, do my breath wholeheartedly, and control my diet.

Even so, I ate four times and excreted twice.

Converted into time, I think there should be at least three days.

Finally, after repeated washing, the old skin of my right hand was gone, and the black and purple state disappeared, and I was reborn, and the toxin was also excreted from the body.

Not only that, but after a few days of patience, I found that my right hand, which had been repeatedly washed by the power of the decanteric water, became a little thicker than my left hand, and its strength increased a lot.

When all the toxins were gone, I clenched my fists so hard that I could feel the bones of my fists rattling.

I slammed it on the ground, only to hear the floor tremble.

Powerful.

After dealing with the toxin in my right hand, I began to try to fix my stuck right foot.

If I had learned how to shrink my bones and the like, I am afraid that this would not have been difficult for me, but unfortunately I did not understand this method at all.

Fortunately, in the past few days, when I washed my right hand with the power of decay water, I also used qi all over my body, and dredged the meridians of my whole body, so that the numb right foot was also soothed a lot, so that the blood circulation would not be smooth, resulting in necrosis of the right leg.

I tried to retrieve my right foot, but it got stuck in the rock, which was connected to the thousands of tons of boulder above.

With my strength, I can't bear it at all.

I reached for the golden rod that supported the small space, tried to shrink it, and then reached into the gap of my right foot, and with the expansion of my demonic power, I broke free of a space, allowing me to break free.

But I touched it several times, but I withdrew again.

The main reason why I was able to survive and have such a small space was that the support of the golden hoop rod made it impossible for the whole stone slab to be pressed down.

If I remove the golden rod, will the power of the thousand jun collapse and be directly applied to my body?

It may be that the spatial structure of the stone has been formed, and it is completely unhindered.

It is also possible that the golden hoop rod will be withdrawn, causing a secondary collapse.

At this moment, I don't dare to gamble.

After hesitating for a long time, I decided to make another attempt, which was to use the power of the candle fire to melt away the local stone that was pressing down on my right leg with high temperature, and then pull out my right leg - this method of boiling frogs in warm water seems to have a slow effect, but because it is not a sudden change in the current structure, it is safer.

The only problem is that the heat of the candle flame may not be able to melt the rock.

In a sense, although this candle flame that exists in my body can create a strong high-temperature effect, and can even burn many physical objects, it is actually very difficult to achieve the effect of melting the stone.

After all, the flame of candle yin is not the legendary "true fire of samadhi".

But there are some things that always need to be tried, otherwise how do you know it's impossible?

After deciding on the plan, I began to patiently gather the flame of candlelight.

In the past, even if I had time, I didn't seriously try this kind of thing, after all, there are too many options for me to practice, so whether it is the candle fire or the power of decaying water, I only use it when I need it.

The rest of the time, forgotten in a corner.

Now I'm able to concentrate my whole mind and start working on it.

The candle flame was concentrated on my right leg, and began to burn the cold stone, and after continuous heating, the surrounding stone began to turn red locally, become hot, and even make a "zi, zi" sound.

However, even so, the stone was as hard as steel, and there was no movement at all.

At first, I thought it was too short and it continued to burn, but after a long time, it was still the same, which made me a little discouraged.

The melting point of a stone, depending on the material, varies from 1,200 degrees Celsius to 2,000 degrees Celsius.

But the power of the candle flame could not reach that temperature at all.

This made all my previous plans go to naught.

If you think about it, it's a bit too much to take for granted.

After all, I'm not a Suzaku bird, and without the cultivation of the Great Sage of the Great Desolation, where can I melt stone into slurry?

I can't do it anymore.

I was a little disheartened, and I felt that with my own strength, I might not be able to complete this task.

However, after a while, I suddenly thought of another thing, that is, if I can't achieve my cultivation, will there be some other way to solve it?

Such as the mind, such as knowledge......

I was a secondary school student, a secondary school student in the 90s, but it was very valuable, and I also worked as a chemical solution supplier for a while.

Then, I suddenly thought of the simplest principle, which is thermal expansion and cold contraction.

For some time, the rock around my right leg had become hot and hot, and if I had poured cold water, the hard stone would have changed its properties, become crispy, and even cracked, and I might have been able to get out of it.

As soon as I thought of it, I immediately carried it out, and without thinking about wasting it, I got a jar of cold mineral water and poured it on the hot and red rocks.

The scorching rock emitted a lot of moisture, and at the same time, I heard the sound of the stone shattering.

As I expected, this inference was correct.

In fact, in ancient times, people used similar methods to open mountains and build roads.

After a long struggle, I finally pulled my right foot out of the rocks and regained my freedom.

Of course, that doesn't get me out of trouble.

The best thing about it is that I don't have to make too many embarrassing moves when I get on the tuba.

At least squat.

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