Tian Xiang was buried alive in the snow, Xue Yuxin's handsome face flashed in his mind, "See you in the next life! See you in the next life!" muttered painfully in his heart, scratching forward in despair......

Just when he was exhausted and closed his eyes and waited for death, the tentacles suddenly felt extremely soft, the size of a palm like cotton. Tian Xiang was shocked: Could it be any kind of creature? What he had seen in this snowy region was too strange to be strange. But the soft thing didn't seem to move, and Tian Xiang subconsciously grabbed it a few times.

Suddenly, the entire mountain range trembled again, and the snow squeezed Tian Xiang more and more. At this moment, Tian Xiang suddenly felt that the soft mass seemed to have grown a lot, and it was already the size of a bowl. This kind of change made Tian Xiang more and more surprised. He held his breath and kept scratching at the softness, and the whole mountain trembled violently, and the softness grew to the size of a basin in an instant. Tian Xiang squeezed there with all his might......

With a "poof", his head seemed to be buried in something, soft to the touch, real and real. Originally, he could see at night, but here he could hardly see the slightest. He didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly struggled to crawl in.

As soon as his feet left the entrance, he suddenly felt a chill behind him. Hurriedly reached over, and it was cold and hard to the touch. Tian Xiang climbed forward for some distance, and strangely, every time he took a step forward, his back immediately became extremely hard. He was frightened, and he stayed where he was for a while, but he couldn't get the point. In desperation, I had to continue to crawl forward, the soft place in front of me was endless, and the rock and ice behind me were still instantaneous.

As he continued to move forward, the soft place gradually became much more spacious, and in some places Tian Xiang could even squat half-squat. In the darkness, he subconsciously groped forward. This is also a helpless thing, this seems to be a point of no return, and every time he takes a step forward, the retreat suddenly disappears. However, he had no choice but to move forward mechanically and blindly.

Could it be that this is the legendary Yin and Yang Road? Am I dead? Tian Xiang raised his hand and twisted himself vigorously, obviously still feeling pain, and probed his snort, obviously still breathing. Suddenly, he was stunned, there was something here that was obviously full of things, why could there be oxygen? He raised his hand, groped around, and was one meter square, touching something, but there was no obstruction. He leaned against the hard ground and fumbled around for a moment, trying to find a flashlight to come out. But in the past few days, I have fought with giant pythons and rats, and then I was carried up and down by the yin butterflies, and I have already discarded the backpack and the excess items on my body. There was nothing left except a dagger in his hand, a pair of torn clothes, and nothing else.

Tian Xiang sighed abruptly, his eyes widened and wanted to explore, but it seemed that his eyes were tightly wrapped in something soft, and it was difficult to peek in. Could this be the legendary chaos? Pangu broke the chaos and opened the world, could it be that this thing was broken? His heart suddenly moved. Since there is a road, there is an exit. Thinking of this, Tian Xiang struggled to crawl forward.

However, the road is sometimes slowly upward, sometimes it is going down, and there is no end. Tian Xiang climbed ...... in pain and helplessness towards the soft place. There was no time, no space, I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know where I am. His lips were cracked, and his arms and knees were bloody and blurry. He sat down in despair, straightening his waist with all his might, groping feebly, until his hands finally stopped on the wall behind him. Suddenly, he laughed, followed by a burst of bitter tears. The kind faces of his grandfather and grandmother came to mind, and he didn't understand why it was so difficult to live. All the struggles, all the struggles, are in vain. If you can never, you will never choose this difficult road, and giving up earlier seems to be better for everyone. Xue Yuxin's pretty face came to mind, and the bits and pieces of the past of the two became clearer and clearer, "I only wish that the sky would be free of frost and snow, and I would always accompany you in this life", he silently recited the poem that Xue Yuxin left when he left, and burst into tears, "Are you okay? ”

Tian Xiang struggled, trying to move forward again, but as soon as he leaned over to get up, he fell to the ground instantly. At this moment, he felt that his whole body no longer belonged to him, and even felt that this body had become his shackles, tightly binding him, suffocating him, and even having the idea of drilling out. He was unwilling in his heart, obviously he had found a way out, although he didn't know where it would lead, but as long as there was a road, there must be an end. He didn't want to fall here, and with the last of his strength, he slowly crawled forward. The thick and soft material was tightly wrapped, and at this time, every time he moved, it was extremely difficult. Gradually, his movements became smaller and smaller, and he finally lay there motionless.

Time passed little by little, and it seemed like endless years had passed, and it seemed like it was only a moment. Tian Xiang stayed there, untouched, like a stone born here, eternally here.

Dead, alive, only a faint wisp of residual consciousness like a gossamer swims in this small space.

Must be dead. Because Tian Xiang felt that he had left his body, being squeezed or even integrated into something inexplicable. Could it be that he was just a ghost at the moment? Only a few faint wisps of consciousness remained that did not dissipate? He wanted to cry, even to shout, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not make the slightest sound. It's really dead.

Suddenly, the place moved, and the soft material moved rapidly like a living thing. The few remaining wisps of consciousness gradually dissipated with the violent vibrations...... "Xue Yuxin!" At the moment when the invisibility was about to dissipate, the wisp of consciousness muttered the name, as if it was about to engrave the three characters in the heavens and the earth, and then fell into silence in an instant.

I don't know how long it has been, or if it's been a long time. During this time, the soft substance was constantly moving. Of course, Tian Xiang didn't know anything about all this.

Bang!

It seemed to hit something, and the soft substance shook violently. Suddenly, a white light pierced in and hit Tian Xiang's body. Then countless rays of white light gushed out, like lightning, more like a torrent, shattering Tian Xiang's body and condensing it everywhere in the soft substance. At this time, only a palm-sized crystal green stone remained, jumping and scurrying in this space. It was constantly striking the soft material, as if it was dodging the white light, and more like it was trying to escape the space. However, no matter how much it dodged, the white light still struck it hard.

After countless bombardments, the stone was covered with cracks. At this time, it lay there quietly, no longer dodging and jumping, as if it was being baptized, and let the white light crash against it.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the stone smashed open completely, then shattered into an endless fine powder, scattered between the soft substances, and gradually melted into it.

The white light still flickered, and even became more and more violent, as if it was about to blow the soft substance into powder. The baptism of endless years, no matter how raging the white light is, it is still the same here.

I don't know how many years have passed, and I don't know how far the sky has passed. The soft matter slowed down.

Suddenly, a large rune drilled in, gradually becoming smaller, like the tip of a needle, and slowly fell into this space. Then countless runes fell, and there was silence. When the last rune falls, it forms a humanoid pattern there, lifelike.

There was another long period of silence, and the endless fine particles of turquoise green in the soft substance gradually condensed on the baby-like pattern composed of runes, crystal clear, convex and concave, and lifelike. Then, the soft substance seemed to merge with the pattern little by little, and I don't know how long it took, the original pattern began to have cerebral organs, meridians and blood vessels, and even flesh growing in many places, and more and more. The softness begins to thin out, like a liquid. At this time, in the humanoid blood vessels, bright red blood began to flow, slowly permeating the whole body. A few fragments of the remaining consciousness gradually reassembled, slowly kneading into the mind. The heart beat faintly, then began to fluctuate in an orderly manner. At this point, the soft substance became thinner and thinner, tightly wrapping the body, forming a thin film attached to it, turning into skin and hair.

As the last shred of soft material condensed in, the baby-like body snorted "um". After a long time, his fingers moved slightly. Then, suddenly, he sat up, "Where is this?"