This is the greatest danger that Ping An has experienced in his life, and there is no one.

Even if the last time I saw Lingyu in distress, she was forced by the rocks, and finally fell off the cliff with her, it was not as good as now.

Although there is an abyss under their feet, two people are very different from one person, at least they don't have to bear endless loneliness, which is a feeling a hundred times worse than the cold on the body.

Not only did it take a moment, but despite the trauma that his body had just received, a person hanging on a stone wall in mid-air couldn't hold out for long at all.

Fortunately, Ping An can also use the power of the ink blade to cling to the stone wall, and he hates himself most now that he is not a gecko, so he doesn't have to work so hard, and he can also climb the rock.

However, this is just a fantasy, the stiffness of the body has seriously affected the consciousness of peace, but fortunately, the ink blade is strong enough, and even the cold wind is cold, and Wu Zhi is not moving.

Knowing that he can't continue like this, he can't think of a way to do it anymore, so he can only jump off the cliff by himself, which is better than not being able to hold on and fall to his death in the end.

What to do?

Carefully looking at the surrounding environment, in addition to the stone wall or the stone wall, from time to time the weathered and falling off of the mountain rocks fell towards the bottom of the abyss, Ping An originally wanted to rely on the sound to judge, how high is his current position from the bottom, ready to jump like this, how much hope of survival.

But every time I pricked up my ears to listen, in the end I found nothing, and sometimes Ping An even felt that the falling rocks were too small, so it was normal to be covered by the sound of the wind and not hear the sound of the ground.

Without giving up, Ping An endured the severe pain of broken finger bones, and little by little, he pulled out a stone the size of a fist from the mountain that the ink blade cut into.

This is the biggest stone that Ping An can get, after all, his current situation, every time he moves, it is extremely dangerous, even so, the wounds he pulls are like sharp knives, cutting through his heart.

Taking this fist-sized stone is to take the flesh on Ping'an's own, but fortunately, no matter what, he finally succeeded, and the feeling of holding this mountain stone in his hand was like the feeling of holding the jade seal in his hand for the first time before.

It's worth it if you don't pay such a big price in vain!

Ping An couldn't help but let out a long breath, and it was also at this moment that a hope of survival appeared in front of Ping An's eyes.

The stone in his hand was tightened again with great solemnity, and what he held here was no longer as simple as an ordinary stone, but a sustenance and a hope.

That is, there are no incense stands and candles here, otherwise peace must be worshipped.

Taking another deep breath, Heian took one last look at the stone in his hand, and then his palm opened, and his eyes stared at the stone that he was falling down without blinking.

With peace and hope, the stone did not hesitate, even if the cold wind blowing in the opposite direction could not stop it from taking half a step.

The whirring sound of the breaking wind came, and in an instant the cold wind was like paper paste, and it was pierced by the stone, and soon disappeared from the sight of peace, and fell into the depths of the earth.

When the stones in his field of vision disappeared, Ping'an's heart was in his throat, how he wished he could hear the sound of the stones falling to the ground in the next second, but he himself knew that it was impossible, so he could only wait patiently.

Every second of time slipped away, making Ping An feel unprecedented torment, one second, two seconds, even if he pricked up his ears wholeheartedly, he couldn't hear any sound of stones.

It seemed to disappear out of thin air, but Ping An was still trying to adjust his breathing, afraid of missing any slight movement, and at the same time, the hope in his heart became stronger and stronger.

But three seconds, four seconds, a long time has passed, and even Ping An almost forgot the time, but there was no movement left.

Failed?

After waiting for a long time again, in the end, Ping An could only reluctantly accept the fate of failure.

From full of hope to final despair, the whole process has only passed ten seconds, but these ten seconds are undoubtedly the saddest torment of Ping'an's life, and it is still unforgettable.

In these ten seconds, heaven goes to hell, and the feeling of being dead cannot be experienced by ordinary people.

It's just that God wants to kill me, it's fate, why force it.

With this thought, Ping An only felt that the strength of his whole body was instantly emptied, and his palm no longer had the strength to grasp the ink blade, and he was about to let go.

It was also at this time that Ping An suddenly found that not far from his feet, there was a little light flashing, although it was only a breath, but in such a dim scene, it was extremely conspicuous.

Convinced that it was not his own dazzle, the moment his fingers were about to release the ink blade, Ping An grabbed it again, and the strength of his whole body burst out to the limit at this moment, pulling Ping An back from the brink of death.

Secretly exclaimed that it was a fluke, and Ping An didn't know if he had been bewitched by the demon just now, and for the rest of his life, he hurriedly looked at the place where the light came out again.

In any case, this thing can be regarded as saving his life, although the result may be that the time of death is a little longer, but before dying, at least see what it is.

It's just that it may be too far away, and Ping An can only withstand the cold wind, trying to keep his eyes open, but he can only see a shadow, like a small tree, and a little different, like a figure, and it doesn't feel right.

In short, the tenacious existence on such a cliff is a miracle in itself.

It is the miracle of life.

It may have wanted to end its life countless times, but in the end it didn't, as if to remind him of peace, as long as he lives, there is hope for everything.

The sudden flash of light was to wake him up, but fortunately he woke up at this time.

For no reason, a strong obsession rose in Ping'an's heart, that is, to go over in person, to see what it was, to thank the miracle of life.

This has also become another extremely firm choice for Ping An, and it is really in front of him.

Gritting his teeth, Ping An carefully estimated the distance between the two, to say that his current position is really a decision, upward, there is no position to climb.

Downward, this crack is a transverse crack without any trace of downward, and elsewhere, there is no such thing as a crack, though not necessarily absolutely.

There are many places that I can't see clearly because of the line of sight, but I believe that my guess should be correct, and it is impossible to go down to the bottom of the cliff with the help of the crack.

It seems that the choice I made at the beginning was still a little blind and too optimistic.

Fortunately, now my choice has changed, as long as I get to that position, the difficulty can be said to be reduced by hundreds of millions of times, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a world of difference.

Even if you end up staying here and being trapped to death, with something to keep you company, the result doesn't seem to be particularly ugly.

Of course, although things seem to be much simpler, in fact they are still full of difficulties, and the distance of a few feet below the slope is like a chasm that cannot be crossed.

On the stone wall at this distance, it is really smooth and can shine the shadow of people, even if you really become a gecko, you can't climb the rock, and you can only sigh in the end.

But so what?

I have made up my mind, and no difficulty can stop peace, and this distance of a few feet is deeply engraved in my mind.

Ping An did not let go of every change on it, and constantly deduced in his heart, planning some feasible routes, but without exception, all of them were vetoed by Ping An himself.

In the end, there were only two routes left, one of which followed the crack and moved sideways directly above there, closer to the next place, and maybe a route could be found.

The other is much simpler and more direct, swinging over, but I dare not guarantee that it will be 100% successful, after all, the distance of a few zhang is not short, once there is any deviation, everything will be over.

Of course, the first route is not absolutely safe, you must know that your ink blade is still running through the stone wall, once pulled out, no one can predict what kind of situation will appear.

If you don't use enough force, you can't pull out the ink blade at all, you can't leave the ink blade here, this is an artifact that he got from An Gongzi after life and death, and he would never give up if he wanted to let Ping An give up.

Besides, no one knows what kind of accident will happen during the whole process, what if you need an ink blade just now?

After thinking about it, the first route was completely rejected by Ping An.

Only the second one remains, and I jump straight over.

Putting aside those possible accidents and the same problems, how should the ink blade be retrieved safely?

After trying the strength of the ink blade piercing into the stone wall, Ping An soon had a complete idea in his heart, and he deduced it more than ten times in his heart before he made up his mind.

It's a matter of success or failure!

Without further hesitation, Ping An took a deep breath, stretched out his palm, which had broken several phalanges, and pressed it on the cliff.

The sound of "click, click" continued to sound, and the ink blade shook desperately, but it was still firmly embedded in the stone wall, as if it had taken root, and did not pull out a cent.

All this was not unexpected by Ping An, but the pain in his palm was about to reach the limit of his body, and if he hadn't clenched his teeth, he would have given up long ago.

"Drink!"

With a loud shout, Ping An arched himself hard, and his legs were forced at the same time, kicking the stone wall, this time, Ping An had already used all his strength.

The strength of that moment, not to mention the cracking of the mountain, it was more than enough to pull out the ink blade, and sure enough, the next moment, with a crisp sound of "poof", the ink blade did not pause at all, and came out directly from the stone wall.

"Bang la," a large piece of rubble came out of trouble with the ink blade, and at this time, Ping An was completely out of the stone wall due to too much force.

In fact, Ping An had been prepared for all this for a long time, and when he pulled out the ink blade with all his strength, his body had already adjusted its direction, not outward, but downward.

This change in direction is like being afraid that I will not fall fast enough.

Sure enough, the next moment, Ping An finally broke away from the stone wall that hung for a long time, and his body fell down at great speed.