However, as time passed, there was still no one left. On the third day, the day when the drinking water was about to run out, Ying Jia finally put away the flame black dragon and rushed forward.

Yingjia didn't know how long he could last. In the past three days, Ying Jia regretted why he didn't choose to move forward in the first place, but used the method of emitting black smoke to seek support? In this kind of world, is there really such a thing as support? No, Ying Jia's purpose in doing that is not to look for support, but to attract the enemy so that he can kill himself. It's a pity that no one rushed to let Ying Jia kill. This world is as desolate as a lifeless Mars, a depressing despair.

Ying Jia suddenly wanted to laugh. I am a dignified powerful adventurer in the ordinary area, and I will end up dying of thirst, which is really ironic "invincible".

Yes, I think that back then, when Napoleon led a large army to attack Russia, I am afraid that he also encountered the current situation of Ru Yingjia, right? The feeling of "invincible" when the enemy is hiding and not fighting against him is really uncomfortable!

In the face of this tactic similar to the fortified wall, all Ying Jia can do is to move forward and kill himself when he is incapacitated.

No, Yingjia can't kill himself. There is still a glimmer of hope when you are alive, and everything is over when you die.

Walking aimlessly along the way, Ying Jia could not see the slightest trace of human beings, could not see the feces of animals, could not see the traces of birds, and could not even find a single fly. Even a desert shouldn't be so desolate.

Ying Jia suspects that he is actually in a fantasy world, not in reality. Otherwise, if there is oxygen in the air that allows people to breathe freely, why is there not even a single fly?

Therefore, Yingjia became more and more suspicious.

It's just that simple suspicion is useless, no matter how hard Ying Jia works, there is always a desolate world in front of him, and he can't see any vitality.

Sharp arms and arms, Ying Jia felt real pain. But Yingjia still can't believe that he is in a Jedi. Bandaging the wound, Ying Jia chapped his lips, which had not drunk water for two days, and his red and swollen peach-like eyes, moved forward step by step.

Although his physical strength has been exhausted to the limit, and he is dizzy and has no strength, Ying Jia at this time has discovered the usefulness of the power of faith. Yingjia, who still has the power of faith, can still move forward firmly, although he is faltering, but he is extremely firm.

Ying Jia didn't put his mind at ease until this moment, Ying Jia didn't worry that he would watch himself die of thirst in his powerlessness, even if Ying Jia died, he would die on the way to walk. Because Yingjia has abundant faith power. This power of faith will breed a strange strength, so that Yingjia can still walk strong in the fluttering body like a flag.

It's just that just when Ying Jia felt that he was going to die in the next minute, behind a red rock not far in front of him, a jackal dog with a dark red body seemed to be like a rock.

The greedy saliva covets Ying Jia's flesh and blood, and wants to tear Ying Jiasheng little by little, and he will not even give up the bones in his body.

If it had been yesterday, Yingjia would still be able to fight with it. But today, Yingjia only has the last trace of walking strength. As for the flame black dragon in the pet space, it is already weak and unable to move. Once released, it is equivalent to delivering food to a jackal. Not only that, Yingjia's spirit at the moment has been exhausted, and he can't even have a little spiritual power left.

Still stepping forward as if no one was around, Ying Jia was like a jackal who didn't see the way in his way.

"Woo" roared, the jackal was not in a hurry to eat, but went around to the left rear of Ying Jia, followed behind Ying Jia all the way, and waited for Ying Jia to fall to the ground exhausted.

However, Yingjia couldn't stop. Because at this moment, it is not the strength of muscles that supports Yingjia to move forward, but the power of faith in his heart. If you want Yingjia's body to stop, you have to give up the power of faith that supports you to move forward. And once the power of faith is abandoned, Ying Jia will die the next moment. It's like a scrapped vehicle that has only been slowly started. Once the brakes are forced to stop the car, no one knows whether the vehicle will continue to drive.

So, like a walking corpse, Ying Jia continued to move forward, whether it was a cliff or a rock face in front of him. At the moment, Yingjia has only the ability to move forward. In addition, it may be the ability to think because the flame of life has not been extinguished.

Ying Jia waited for the jackal to pounce on him and bite himself to death, or to be bitten to death by himself. However, the jackal only followed Ying Jia in the blind spot behind the left side of the road, and could pounce on and bite Ying Jia at any time.

All the way forward, although Yingjia has walked hard, his body has never fallen, and he is still moving forward slowly step by step. Ying Jia is very surprised that his potential can continue to persist so much on the verge of death.

With the power of faith rolling in his chest that he was unwilling to die, Ying Jia's body took a mechanical step forward like clockwork. Although the body may fall to the ground at any time, it has never fallen. And the jackal in the blind spot behind Ying Jia also kept roaring behind Ying Jia, waiting for Ying Jia to fall to the ground.

"Why don't you pounce on it, and you can eat meat?" Ying Jia thought blankly as he walked. A simple idea took Ying Jia a long time. Ying Jia felt that if he continued to walk, he was likely to become as sluggish as a stone, and even skip the step of decay and become a dried corpse or fossil.

In the end, when the night finally fell, just when Ying Jia tripped over the stone in front of him and fell to the ground, the jackal behind him finally pounced and bit Ying Jia's neck.

The next day, the light appeared from the east again, and Ying Jia actually woke up from the chaotic dream. Underneath, the jackal's body has long been stiff, and its body temperature has been lost early. Ying Jia didn't expect that under that situation, he would still be able to live strongly, and even bite the jackal to death in the chaos.

Death still didn't come as scheduled, and Ying Jia still insisted on going. Now Yingjia has forgotten those people and things that need to be remembered, and now Yingjia only lives for himself, just to continue to walk and continue to breathe. In this way, the purpose of life is much simpler, and there is no longer the need to worry about it as before.

As long as he is still panting, Ying Jia is still alive. And one's own survival represents one's own victory at this moment. The red earth has finally come to an end. A large rift valley that spreads from the left horizon to the right horizon appears in front of Ying Jia, but on the opposite side of the rift valley is an endless thick greenery.

It's just that how should Yingjia pass at this moment?

Fly over?

The flame black dragon in the pet space had died of thirst early, and Ying Jia could only look at the bottomless rift valley with a width of more than a kilometer on the opposite side and sigh helplessly.

Even if he has the power of faith, how can Yingjia cross this distance of more than 1,000 meters?

The wind blew the fresh smell of earthy grass and trees, attracting Yingjia's attention.

The stiff body slowly stepped back, and Ying Jia couldn't help but want to make one last attempt. Since not being able to move forward is dying of thirst, continuing to move forward is falling to death, and going back is only a dead end, Yingjia wants to try his flying ability.

Perhaps, can he really fly? Even if it is a small possibility, Ying Jia has to try, maybe he can really fly, maybe the power of faith can really help him grow a pair of wings across the Great Rift Valley?

Therefore, Ying Jia accumulated all the strength of his body and stepped back step by step, wanting to retreat to a distance long enough. Then Ying Jia drummed all the strength of his body and the power of faith, stiffened his uncontrollable body, stumbled forward and accelerated, and ran faster and faster.

Even if he could actually fly over, the impact of the fall would be enough to kill Yingjia. But at this moment, Ying Jia was just thinking about flying over and flying over this Grand Canyon that blocked death and life.

I don't know if Ying Jia is hallucinating, Ying Jia only feels that his body is becoming lighter, and there is a strange feeling of returning to the wind.

Unable to twist his head to see if he had really grown wings, Ying Jia just stirred up all the power of faith, running on the road that was getting closer and closer to the bottomless cliff, just thinking about flying, flying over, and embracing the land full of life.

Next to the cliff, Ying Jia jumped without hesitation and quickly rushed towards the bottomless cliff......

Sitting up, Ying Jia looked around blankly, but found himself in an empty stone room. Under the orange glow of the dim oil lamp, Ying Jia was covered in a cold sweat and gasped violently. Fortunately, it was just an extremely real dream before, otherwise Ying Jia would have died at this moment.

It's just that why is that dream so real, and even the pain is clearly fed back to Yingjia?

Ying Jia struggled with his prostrated body to stand up, but no matter how hard he tried, he looked unconscious from his waist down. In his heart, Ying Jiamo held his legs, and his legs did not have half a point of sensation, as if they had been cut off from the nerve center.

The big cold sweat kept dripping, and Ying Jia would rather die than become a disabled person who didn't even have the ability to walk. Once the adventurer becomes crippled, it is better to die early.

It's just that the incomparably clear dream before, as well as the stone room where Ying Jia stayed at this moment, made Ying Jia have a slight estimate in his heart. Resisting the urge to scream, Ying Jia tried hard to suppress the panic in his heart, tried to calm his mood, and followed his chaotic thoughts.