The cliff of the cliff of Life and Death is the dividing line between life and death. Standing by the cliff is standing at the gate of hell. Looking at the darkness is equivalent to seeing death.

There is only life and death in front of the cliff of life and death, and nothing else.

But there is only death at the bottom of the cliff of life and death, and no life.

The snow ghost saw with his own eyes that Feng Xiaohan was swallowed by an avalanche, and then the endless snowflakes poured into the darkness like a white tsunami.

Many years ago, the ape monster was quite intelligent but extremely stupid, and tried to measure the depth of the cliff of life and death.

The cliff of Life and Death is indeed unfathomable. Even if the snow in the mountains collapses together, it cannot fill the darkness, as if the darkness is not a portrayal of the abyss, but a road to another world.

In the eyes of the snow ghost, that is indeed the path to another world - the world of death.

It is the ghost in the snow. To it, snow is like the air that relies on birds flying in the sky, and the avalanche is just a little more wind.

Xue Gui carried Changming waist card on his back and wondered where he should go?

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Cold and suffocating,

Feng Xiaohan thought to himself that this is the world after death?

When an extreme situation of dying is reached, it will make people faint, causing the body to consume a sharply, so that they can live for a while, and then die in peace, such as those who fall into the water...

But it can also wake up unconscious people, especially those who are extremely sensitive to danger and death.

These are the natural reactions of the body, which vary from person to person and from situation to situation.

Feng Xiaohan belonged to the latter, and he woke up quickly without opening his eyes.

The huge pressure made him unable to even open his eyes, and he could not move his thumb even with his natural divine power.

He was not dead, but buried in the snow, and it was so deep that it was hopeless.

Feng Xiaohan tried to activate his vital energy to relieve the pain caused by suffocation, but as soon as the vital energy came out of Youfu, severe pain came from the chest cavity, waist and abdomen, and the pain of numbness of the limbs due to the cold gradually became clear.

There is no doubt that he was injured, both external and internal injuries were extremely serious.

What should I do?

Feng Xiaohan fought against the four seasons in the wilderness and fought against the cycle of heaven. He had seen countless natural disasters and was extremely shocking.

The stinky dragon said that nature is the real beast of prehistoric beast, the most fierce monster in the world.

Now he is going to die under the mouth of this beast... This is also considered dead.

Feng Xiaohan thought that if his mouth could still move, he should be smiling self-deprecatingly.

In just twelve years of the Wild Domain, he has experienced more battles and life-and-death tests than many people have in their lifetime.

In the human world for a year, Feng Xiaohan thought he had become a person, and some friends around him who could suffer side by side were no longer wild beasts fighting alone.

Looking back on my life, I have never defeated the stinky dragon and failed to see the scenery at a higher level. It seems that there is no regret other than that.

The vitality could not be raised, and he was pressing on his body with a mountain or even a few snows. He simply stopped resisting and planned to accept death and walked into that good night gently.

The process of death is slow and painful.

But it is also quiet, just like the late night without the moon and stars...

"What’s wrong with you?"

A problem arises from the bottom of the heart, breaking this so-called calm.

It’s not someone who speaks or someone is using his spiritual sense to transmit voices thousands of miles away. It’s just a sudden question.

But this question is raised from the perspective of a third party.

Is anyone living in his heart?

Feng Xiaohan didn't have the energy to worry about this problem and replied calmly in his heart: "I'm going to die."

“It’s not like your style.”

Indeed, Feng Xiaohan only fought for survival and strength throughout his life. He could face death calmly, but he would never wait calmly.

What he has to do.

But what can he do with the power of the cave and secluded realm at the bottom of the cliff of life and death, under the snow of the mountains?

Feng Xiaohan didn't know where the thoughts in his heart came from, perhaps it was his hysteria before his death, or a communication with his soul.

"Stand up, and there is still a mission waiting for you to complete."

Feng Xiaohan did not care about the mission, but was thinking: "How can I stand up while I am here?"

"Use inkstone."

Feng Xiaohan then remembered that there was a box in the bag he carried with him, and there was an inkstone in it, which was picked up from the crater of Fenghuo Mountain.

The hot lava impressed him.

This inkstone has been stored in that place for many years but has not been melted by the high temperature. In addition to the fact that the box is not ordinary, its quality is also one of the reasons.

If this dark inkstone is used, it may really help him get out.

But he doesn't know how to use it,

Even if he can use it in his current situation, it will not be able to use it at all.

The inkstone is in the box, the box is in the bag, the bag is on his back, but he cannot move.

Feng Xiaohan restrained his mind, and Wanyan's golden light came out of the sea of ​​consciousness with his spiritual consciousness. He endured the severe pain and activated the vitality of Wanyan's magic power.

A hint of hotness appeared, dispelling a little chill.

The wild sword is forged from rare metals, and it borrows the feather power of the rare beast Glass-colored peacock. It is naturally spiritual. The last time the Glass-colored flame appeared when Jiang Wen was killed in the Descendant Palace was evidence.

This time, Feng Xiaohan hopes that it will help him again.

After the Emperor of Yuanzong unified the world, Renyan Sect also had Taoist rituals spread throughout the world. One of them was a sword score called Zhuque, which was widely circulated, all because of its powerful power, and it seemed to have the power of burning the sky in the south fire. If combined with the secret heart technique of Renyan Sect, its power is not below the Changming True Sword.

Sensing Feng Xiaohan's summoning, a faint trembling came from the wild sword in response.

The burning sword energy ignited the skin of the snow mastiff and teared a hole in the bag.

The heavy snow has a great impact on spiritual consciousness and vitality, and without holding the hilt of the sword in hand, the current quality of the Wilderness Sword cannot exert greater power.

But Wanyan's golden light could operate normally, shuttled through the snow like nothing, just like when he used this to investigate the arm injury of Bai Dafa.

Jin Mang came to the bag and encountered a little obstacle in front of the box, but soon broke through the obstacle and fell on the inkstone.

Feng Xiaohan has consulted many classics and wanted to know what Wanyan Golden Ray is, but there is no clue. He only knows that it is made up of the Great Dao, in addition to exploring things and deducing methods, he seems to have other wonderful uses, but he doesn't know what it is.

If that inkstone can really help him escape, then according to the current situation, using Wanyan Golden Ghost to drive this inkstone is the only choice and possibility.

Jinmang slowly wrapped the inkstone, and its outline was outlined in Feng Xiaohan's mind, and he also felt the power that had been sleeping for a long time. Now all he had to do was to awaken it, and then let it exert its power by dropping blood and recognizing the master.

Those powers have been sleeping for so long, which is equivalent to accumulating for so long. No matter what kind of ability it is, I believe they can help him escape from here.

Wan Yan's golden light swept the body of the inkstone and then concentrated on the pattern at the end of the inkstone.

It was a auspicious beast, hidden among the auspicious clouds, which was auspicious. It can be seen that it should be an authentic magic weapon of a Taoist Xuanmen.

However, this auspicious beast has no eyes and looks like it has lost a lot of spirituality, and the entire magic weapon feels a little suppressed.

Feng Xiaohan knew that this was not a mistake in forging, but the key to starting it.

He suddenly remembered the story of Chen Feng telling him that Tianji Pavilion and Wangyue Pavilion are quite good at painting the finishing touch, as well as this idiom.

So he turned Wan Yan's golden light into a pen, and the tip of the pen hit the eyes of the auspicious beast.

From the question in his heart to the finishing touch of the auspicious beast, Feng Xiaohan used all his last energy and no longer had the strength to make it recognize his master.

At this time, people and things have been done, and they are all left to fate.

(The old professor in the movie Interstellar has appeared many times, a poem by Dylan Thomas: Don’t walk into that good night gently, you should burn and roar at dusk; angrily scold, angrily scold the disappearance of light.)
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