Shi Ji looked at the dark gray mountains in the distance, and a unique strength of not admitting defeat burst out, which made Shi Yuhua next to him look sideways.

In the face of death like this, especially in this secret realm of dead silence, there are not many people who can remain so calm.

Shi Yuhua has seen too many extremely people who are domineering, murderous, arrogant and do not lose everything outside, but when faced with being banished to the 'Dead Silence Secret Realm', that one can be so calm, and many people choose to commit suicide before entering.

Because it is too painful to face the loss of life, the deprivation of life, the disappearance of breath. After entering the secret realm, he was surrounded by a cloud of lifeless energy, and it was impossible to even commit suicide, so he could only let his life vitality slowly be eaten away.

When he came to the mountains that Shiji saw and looked at the rocks around him, Shiji felt the cruelty of this world. In the whole world, there are only gray rocks and black earth, and there is an infinite amount of dead air, and in the breath in, there is only dead air, and what is exhaled is the life qi in his body, but the moment he leaves his body, he is instantly swallowed by the dead air around him and disappears into nothingness.

"Can you kill me~!" Shi Yuhua, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly spoke;

"Why?" Shi Jiyou was taken aback by the other party's words, and couldn't help but be shocked;

"This secret realm is too cruel, I don't want to be sucked dry and die," Shi Yuhua said with a decadent expression;

"Don't give up yet, don't try, how can you know that you can't go out, in this environment, you may burst out with unexpected potential, break through the shackles" Shi Jiyou encouraged her and said, "You are only half a step away from the Beast God Nirvana Realm, and you may not be able to break through."

"I'll take a look around first," Shi Jiyou said. Unfolded and galloped in one direction.

Looking at the figure in the distance, Shi Yuhua sighed, lay on the rock, closed her eyes, and said no more, she came back after waiting for the stone to hit a wall.

In this secret realm, even suicide is an extravagant hope, and you can't shed tears if you want to cry.

Shi Jiyou climbed to the top of this mountain range, looked at the gray dead air around him, sighed, and sat down cross-legged. Mind and spirit are one. Quietly feeling the dead air around me, trying to find a trace of something strange in it.

"Don't give up" At this moment, he also understood that this secret world was so terrifying, but he couldn't just give up on himself like this, and stubbornly persisted.

The surrounding dead air is tightly wrapped around the stone without any gaps. It's like a silk cocoon wrapping around a silkworm. It's like water wrapping around a fish. But the cocoon has no silkworms, only the fate of being pumped, and the water has no fish, and it loses its agility and vitality.

After the fish leave the water. Desperately struggling, it is to return to the water, but how many people know that in the heart of the fish, they want not to return to the water, and the moment they leave the water, they turn into dragons and soar into the sky.

The death of the fish is not terrible, the terrible thing is to give up the idea of Jackie Chan, as long as the mind is there, it is death, and it is also bright.

Flowers have always had two kinds of beauty, bright is so attractive, but after the zero is adjusted, it does not lose its artistic conception, how many people give up the gorgeous color, and chase the withering pathos.

And at this moment, there is a fish that has just left the water, and a flower that wants to be zeroed.

The rising fish and the falling flowers are trying their best to release that unyielding stubbornness.

When on the verge of death, everyone is thinking about their past lives, and every fragment is so clear, but so short.

The raindrops fall from the sky, and the moment of formation is unintentional, falling on the umbrella only for that 'snap' and then the heroic powder bones, but fortunately, there are childhood people who are turning the umbrella handle, so that it forms a whirling curtain and decorates the joy of childhood.

But most of them are submerged into the ground, disappearing into the earth, and only a few fall into the hot and intimate hands, becoming a poetic painting.

Whether it is a fish, a flower, or a poetic raindrop, it will eventually disappear, but before it disappears, it is real.

Shi Ji is looking for this kind of existence at this moment.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, looking for the feeling of existence, but the truth destroyed his hope again and again, and after each breath, there was always a trace of gray gas left in his body, corroding his internal organs, destroying his vitality, and destroying his life.

Shi Ji is also a human being, and he is also an ordinary person, under the persecution of this endless death, his mind is also recalling various fragments, many of which are scenes from this life.

From reincarnation to birth, the village by the small lake, the battle between the two villages, the cultivation of their own efforts, Qingyu, Ziling, Sakura, and his son and disciples...... One by one.

A smile shines from the corners of his mouth, and his heart shines through his eyes.

If he is not depressed at this moment, it is false, but the concern in his heart makes him not completely sad, but musters up the courage to resist the disappearance, and the dead air does not make him give up everything, close his eyes, stand up gently, dance his body, and come out at will with a trip to 'Baduanjin'~~.

At this moment, he used cultivation to relieve the oppression of the god of death.

Dancing his body again and again, the eight sections of brocade over and over again kept playing. He didn't use energy, but just used his body to constantly interpret the obsession in his heart.

This practice is three days, there is no concept of time in this secret space, there is gray dead air everywhere, there is no way to distinguish time, three days, it is just Shi Yuhua's calculation on the rock.

On the rock beside her, three traces of time had been marked.

Shi Yuhua raised his eyes and could see that on the top of the mountain, Shiji had that tireless body.

"I can't meditate and cultivate in this secret realm, but I used the practice of boxing to divert the fear in my heart, but I pretended to be indifferent in front of me, and now I show my tail, I'm still young~!" Shi Yuhua glanced at Shi Ji, who was waving his body on the top of the mountain, and said secretly in his heart;

But she knew that at this moment, Shijiyou had entered a special artistic conception, starting from the pathos in her heart, and gradually entering, entering a gray world, but this world is 'dead and silent' and different.

In the Dead Silence Secret Realm, death qi is dominant, and every inch of land is filled with gray-black death qi, while the world that Shiji senses at this moment is gray-white, although the breath of the two worlds is similar to the same, but there are essential differences in it.

In the blink of an eye, it was another three days, and Shi Ji tirelessly played the ...... of 'Baduanjin' again and again.

For another three days, Shi Yuhua, who was sitting at the foot of the mountain, had the urge to rush to the top of the mountain and beat him wildly, but the fading vitality warned her that she was not easy to move, and that she was seriously injured and not easy to do strenuous activities, and repairing her injuries in this secret realm was simply delusional.

When Shi Yuhua drew the ninth line, Shi Jiyou's waving body gradually slowed down, but Shi Yuhua under the mountain didn't see that an energy aura had formed around his body, constantly surrounding, and the surrounding dead qi couldn't break through this energy and approach his body.

'Five labors and seven injuries look back' Baduan Jin Yishi Song suddenly appeared in Shi Jiyou's mind, the palm was placed outward, the head and neck looked left and right, a mellow and soft air instantly wrapped his body, and the body that had been eroded by the death gas for several days was all recovered at this moment, and the physical state reached the best state, which made Shi Jiyou happy.

As his body recovered, a swirling energy aura composed of secret realm dead qi formed behind his buttocks, and the gray-black energy was constantly surging behind his buttocks, as if he had grown a tail at first glance.

After feeling something strange in his body, Shi Jiyou stopped his movements and touched his slightly itchy buttocks with his hand, showing a hint of surprise on his face.

"Have you broken through the 'door of death'!" (To be continued......)