As the altitude continues to increase, they can be regarded as deeply aware of the truth that "the height is not cold", the higher they go, the more violent the wind and snow, and the lower the temperature. While trying to control their bodies and not letting the wind and snow blow them down the hillside, the two gritted their teeth to resist the attack of the cold air, and every step up was very difficult, and the legs seemed to be filled with lead, and the iceberg was slippery and unimaginable, so they had to move slowly one by one. The wind carried snowflakes and ice chips, constantly hitting the faces of the two, and the hot air that erupted from their mouths and nostrils immediately condensed into layers of frost flowers. In this case, they had to use more fire spirit power to resist the cold, causing the fire spirit power in their bodies to disappear quickly.

After a full day, the two of them finally approached the top of the mountain, and frost had formed on their eyebrows and hair. The whole body has been frozen to the point of almost numbness, and they can only move forward step by step with perseverance, and they have been relying on the fire spiritual power in their bodies to resist the cold, and they cannot meditate and recover, so at this time, the spiritual power in their bodies is not much. At this time, they were only four or five hundred meters away from the top of the mountain, and looking at the white flag fluttering in the cold wind above their heads, the two of them were happy in their hearts, and they suddenly felt that their physical strength seemed to have recovered a lot. But the next moment, they were dumbfounded, and their hearts felt like they had fallen into an ice cave. Because for the remaining few hundred meters, there is no road to walk, but a cliff like a knife.

The two glanced at each other, with some helplessness in their eyes, but also some firmness. Yang Mingyang looked at Duanmu Jiyue and gasped and said, "I'll go the rest of the way, you wait for me here." Duanmu Jiyue was also a little weak and said: "This sentence is exactly what I want to say, my fire spirit power is stronger than yours, I'll go!"

"How is this possible, I am in better physical condition than you, and it is easier for you to climb up. There was some anxiety in Yang Mingyang's tone. In the end, neither of them persuaded anyone, each took out two short swords from the storage bag, held them in his hands, and thrust them into the iceberg, the magic weapon used by the monk was extremely sharp, but he didn't expect that it was only inserted into more than two inches. In this way, the two of them plunged their two short swords into the iceberg, and climbed hard under their feet, moving little by little towards the top of the cliff. The temperature is getting lower and lower, and the ice on the iceberg is like 10,000-year-old ice, with a strong chill penetrating the whole body, and behind them, the cold wind continues to hit the two of them like crazy, and they look like they will not stop blowing them off the cliff. The two struggled to move forward, and every point of climb required great effort. The 200-meter cliff can usually be climbed by two people in the blink of an eye, but now it took half a day to get here. The two of them were crawling on the ice wall at this time, and Yang Mingyang's spiritual power quickly disappeared, and at this time, its consciousness was already a little blurred, and it firmly grasped the short sword in its hand with intuition. There was not much fire spiritual power left in Duanmu Jiyue's body, she looked at Yang Mingyang, who was obviously unable to move forward, and then looked up at the white flag that seemed to be thousands of miles away in front of her, and knew in her heart that she couldn't go up no matter what. Duanmu Jiyue held the short sword in his hand and moved vigorously to Yang Mingyang's side. Yang Mingyang was climbing on the cliff in a daze, and at this time, he felt that he had returned to Yangliu Village, where the villagers were harvesting grain, and he was chasing ...... in the fields with several younger brothers and sisters.

"Stinky sheep, stinky sheep!" A crying voice came from beside him, Yang Mingyang wanted to open his eyes to take a look, but he felt that his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't open them no matter what. In a trance, he felt that a hand moved his head to the right, and then, two soft things stuck to his mouth, and a stream of heat flowed through his mouth to his whole body, so that the dried spiritual power in his body was replenished. The fire spiritual power quickly flowed through his body, and his cold body slowly gained heat. The sensation made him feel so comfortable, and he closed his eyes and felt the sensation of regaining his body temperature. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong and immediately opened his eyes and looked away. What appeared in front of him was a beautiful face, it was Duanmu Jiyue, and at this time, Duanmu Jiyue was already pale and cold. In an instant, Yang Mingyang understood that Duanmu Jiyue gave him all the remaining spiritual power in his body when he was in a coma, and he subconsciously absorbed all of Duanmu Jiyue's spiritual power with spiritual skills. Knowing what happened to the whole thing, Yang Mingyang couldn't wait to slap himself twice, his eyes were red, he looked at Duanmu Jiyue in front of him, who was already freezing to death, and cried loudly: "Little Pepper, why are you so stupid! How can you live without spiritual power under such conditions!" Duanmu Jiyue's pale face showed a smile, and said with difficulty: "If only one of the two of us can live, I would rather you live, I don't want to spend the rest of my life in pain." After a pause, she added, "If we can meet again in the next life, do you want me to be your wife?"

"I don't want to wait for the next life, in my mind, you are already my wife, you can't leave me, I will marry you after this matter is over!" Yang Mingyang cried loudly, tears condensed into ice beads on his face. Duanmu Jiyue's poignant face showed a happy smile, as soon as his hand was released, his body fell down the cliff, Yang Mingyang reached out and grabbed it, but Duanmu Jiyue broke free. Duanmu Jiyue's voice came from the wind: "The brothers and sisters in the alliance are trapped in this formation because of my impulse, you must rescue them!"

"Ahh Yang Mingyang shouted, lowered his head, looked at the red figure under the cliff, tears flowed outward, and hit the ice wall hard with a fist, the bright red blood stained the ice wall, but he didn't seem to feel it. After a while, he stopped hitting the ice and climbed to the top of the mountain like crazy, ten, twenty, fifty meters...... The spiritual power in the body disappeared quickly, and after climbing up another hundred meters or so, the spiritual power in the body disappeared again, and at this time it was still about one hundred and fifty meters away from the top of the mountain. He gritted his teeth, tried his best, and moved up more than ten meters, and no longer had the strength to climb up, he looked down at the motionless red figure under the cliff, and then looked up at the white flag fluttering overhead, desperately crawling on the ice wall. At this time, the only trace of spiritual power left in his body was desperately resisting the constant cold, thinking of the father and fellow villagers who died tragically in Yangliu Village, and thinking of Duanmu Jiyue who sacrificed for himself, Yang Mingyang felt a sense of anger in his heart: "God, why are you so unfair, let me keep losing my dearest and most loved person." In that case, then come, I give you my life, and I can go to see my relatives!" he roared as he withdrew the last of his body's protective spiritual power, relaxing his whole body and welcoming the chill into his body. The boundless chill quickly filled his body, causing him to quickly fall into a coma, and the ice and snow covered his whole body, condensing together, forming a huge ice block like a silkworm cocoon that wrapped him inside, clinging to the cliff wall.