I don't know how long it took for Wang Chen to wake up leisurely, he patted his chest, and it was as good as ever. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief, and sure enough, he guessed correctly. It's really just an illusion. But the feeling of that moment just now was so real that he thought he would really die. You have to be determined to get through it. He wiped the beads of sweat and rolled over on the snow, gasping for air. It seems that the Pavilion Master of the Four Elephant Pavilion is really a genius.

Finally panting evenly, Wang Chen got up, wanting to try the strength he had just gained. He closed his eyes and felt it, and sure enough, a blue water column appeared next to the golden water column in his body, oh, maybe it can't be called a water column. Together, the two forces have grown much stronger, and now they are like two babbling streams.

Wang Chen's heart moved, and another Wang Chen appeared beside him with a "snap", and as soon as he swung his sword, that Wang Chen also swung his sword. He leaped up into heaven, and the man leaped up like heaven. Looks like a lot of fun. However, just transfiguring a phantom took more than half of the Blue Force, which is still not strong enough!

He dissipated the phantom and looked around. The surrounding area is white, and the landscape when you enter it has long disappeared without a trace. Now I can only tell the direction by the few snowy peaks in the distance. However, I finally came back. Three months, three months is a lot to happen. I don't know if everyone is okay? And... Wang Chen's face darkened, and he shook his head vigorously, throwing those bad thoughts out of his mind.

He judged the direction and was about to run out. A cloud of water-blue light fell from the sky and smashed his head, "Hiss~!" A bag immediately rose on his head, and his tears were about to flow out. Damn! Wang Chen rubbed his stunned head and looked down. A crystal clear blue pebble lay quietly at his feet, the size of a coconut.

Wang Chen thought about it, picked it up, then re-identified the direction and ran away.

In fact, Wang Chen spent three months comfortably in the illusion, and it was only a matter of one or two hours outside.

After Changlin was swept away by an avalanche, it took a lot of effort to climb out of the snow. The first thing I did after resuming operations was to run back to the place where the snow had just been. But it had been covered with snow, and it had become a flat field of snow. Not to mention the hole, even the original concave place is not very obvious.

"Hey, Yan Hou! Li Shu!" Chang Lin was anxious, and he shouted desperately on the snow, hoping to hear an answer under the snow. But only the lonely snow wind responded to him.

Changlin stood alone in the middle of the vast snowfield, constantly replaying the scene just now in his mind, Li Shu threw him away, and the overwhelming snow rushed over. He remembered that the last thing he saw when he got up was Yan Hou behind Li Shu, and the two of them fell towards the center of the ice path together. Then the snow poured into the cave and swept him out.

They won't be buried underneath, Changlin had a scene in his mind where the snow blocked the passage. A whole ice road, filled with snow, like a sausage. And Yan Hou and Li Su were motionless embedded in it, like two small shrimps, gradually solidifying into a part of the snow track.

"Bah, Bah, Bah! Good luck!" Chang Lin thought of this, tears were about to flow out, he forcibly resisted this ominous thought, and continued to search. And secretly swore in his heart that if they were fine, they would never eat sausages in their lives!

After searching for a long time without results, I couldn't speak, but I still didn't get the answer I wanted. Changlin sat in the middle of the snow, tears falling down one after another like beads with broken threads. He and Wang Chen are not the same, one of them is smart and one is wooden, one is upright and the other is generous, they look so different. However, both of them knew exactly what they wanted. The two of them are people who can face with a smile even if they die for their own goals.

And myself, since I was a child, I didn't have any clear goals. When I was a child, I wanted to be a hero, and I practiced for a few days; and then I liked to talk to others, and I went to read books for a few days; but in the end, I was still the idle son of the Ren family in Haiting Town. I am not as strong as them, I am not a hero! The price of life is too heavy for me to bear. Changlin wiped a handful of tears aggrievedly and complained in his heart.

But he was the only one between the empty heaven and earth, not to mention Wang Chen, and even Uncle Mo, who was still fighting there at the beginning, didn't know where they went. No matter how much he complains, no one will care about him. However, Yan Hou and Li Shu are still unknown under the snow. Changlin sat for a while, then suddenly gritted his teeth and stood up. He ran to the original snow col, and without the slightest hesitation, knelt on the ground, and dug up the snow frantically.

Whether it's life or death, I must dig you out, Chang Lin thought fiercely in his heart.

His hands were frozen like red-hot iron, and the tips of his fingers were dripping with blood, if he had been in the past, such an injury would have been surrounded by a group of subordinates, serving tea and water, and he would not have to do anything for months, nor would he be scolded. But now, Changlin didn't seem to feel pain, as if he wasn't using his own hands. Feeling that it was in the way, he also threw his clothes aside and dug a hole there shirtless.

But the further down he went, the harder it became, and soon his hand hit something hard, and the thick snow crushed the snow underneath into ice. He shaved a few times in vain, but only scraped off a little ice foam.

Changlin paused, turned over and grabbed his sword. He is just a warrior in the Shape and Meaning Period, and his kung fu is stronger than ordinary people, but there is still a gap between him and worldly masters. At this time, even if he was holding a sharp iron long sword, he could only poke frantically at the ice with one sword at a time.

Under the ice and snow, the iron sword had long been frozen and lost its toughness, and it could still withstand his indiscriminate swinging. As he smashed vigorously into the ice, there was a "boom", and the tip of the sword flew out!

Changlin stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and he grinned, as if he wanted to laugh at himself as usual. But halfway through the grin, he drooped again, and the suppressed fear, sadness, and self-blame all came to his heart at once, and this time it came violently, and he couldn't suppress it. Tears welled up in his eyes and he raised his head to the sky and roared.

"Damn!"

If only I had been stronger!!! He had never hated his weak self so much.

If I had been as strong as Ah Chen and Ah Hou, then I would have been able to smash through this damn ice, if I had been able to get out of the hole by myself, Ah Hou wouldn't have had to make two trips, and then there would have been enough time for everyone to come out, if I had been more sensitive at that time, then at least I could have pulled Li Shu out of the hole, and if... there were many, many ifs in the sorrow of the young man looking up to the sky.

But no matter how much there is, there is no way to resolve the current powerless dilemma. There are always so many powerless things in the world. When the people we cherish are faced with the dilemma of life and death, I cannot share the suffering with them, nor do I have the strength to lend a helping hand.

Is there anything else that makes people hate their weakness more than this?

Under the clear snowy sky, the young man frantically swung his broken sword and plunged it into the ice, and the blood on his hands could not hide the self-blame and grief in his heart. He seemed to realize the reason why Wang Chen and Yan Hou worked so hard and were so fearless of life and death. The flesh is nothing compared to the pain of the heart!