Great Creator

Chapter 375 The road to immortality is difficult and dangerous (22)

Crawling peacefully, he came to the halfway position.

I don't know if it's because of the cold weather, half the height of this mountain is covered with snow.

Pinghe just happened to be thirsty, so he picked up the snow with his hands, put it in his mouth, melted it, and swallowed it.

He drank some water in this way, relieved his thirst, and stepped on the snow to continue climbing.

In fact, Ping He hasn't eaten since she fainted.

My stomach was empty, and I felt a little sore from hunger.

He had no choice but to bear it and use the power of Hongzhu to help solve it.

The red bead can provide him with the strength to continue climbing, but it cannot relieve the hunger in his belly.

Try to ignore these peacefully, keep looking up, and then try to climb up.

The snow is cold.

It didn't take long for Ping He's hands and feet to turn red from the cold.

Then, it swelled up again, turned purple, and lost consciousness.

As if he didn't realize it, Ping He still put his hands in the snow, looking for rocks, and fixed his body.

When he was halfway up the mountain and reached the upper third, his hands were worn out, his feet were blistered, and he had frostbite in several places.

Ping He didn't cry out for pain, but just looked at the height and continued to go up.

The road further up here becomes extremely difficult to climb.

There are several places, which are almost cliffs. You have to work hard to live in places where people can step on them and pull yourself up.

There are also some places full of traps, which look like stones that can be stepped on, but in fact they loosen as soon as you step on them, and the whole person just slides down with the stones.

Ping He slipped twice and fell with a black nose and a swollen face.

He healed the injury with red beads and continued on.

Ping He struggled to find a way between the cliffs.

No one has ever been here before, no experience to refer to, Ping He can only use his own body to try a little bit.

Unknowingly, Ping He has climbed to the last few hundred meters.

it's dark.

In the dark, the mountain becomes more difficult to climb. If you are not careful, you may fall far away, and the previous climb will be in vain.

Fortunately, today is sunny, there is a moon in the sky, and the reflection of the snow is also very strong. With the faint moonlight, I can barely see the road clearly.

At this time, his hands, feet, cheeks, and body had been severely injured several times, and his bones were even exposed once.

Even if it can be cured with red beads, the physical and mental pain will almost drive people crazy.

He really felt the difficulty of becoming a fairy. If the immortal hadn't given him this red bead, he wouldn't have even been able to climb the mountain. But now that he has it, he doesn't want to give it up.

The last hundred meters.

Ping He was almost hanging on the steep cliff, moving up a little bit.

His clothes were completely torn, he could only hold the red bead in his mouth, and his hands and feet were firmly grasping the cracks in the rock wall, unable to relax at all.

Under such a difficult situation, Ping He climbed up with an impossible tenacity for ordinary people.

A little bit.

He is near the top of the mountain.

Coming.

Just when Pinghe was only three meters away from the top of the mountain.

Snow mountain, landslide.

Peace's body slid down with the collapsed snow, and a look of despair flashed across his face.

No, there is still help!

He rubbed his foot suddenly, and his body moved half a meter to the left on the cliff by the sliding force of the snow.

He had spotted a raised rock on the left before. There was no snow there, and he could land on it. However, if he fell on it unprepared, he might be injured.

In the process of falling, Ping He inserted his hand into a gap in the rock wall without hesitation.

"Uh uh uh... ah!"

Falling at a high speed, the narrow rock wall scraped off all the flesh from his fingers, exposing the bones and fascia of his hand.

"bump!"

He fell peacefully onto the protruding rock, but his body was still slipping outwards, and he was about to fall off that rock again!

However, just as his feet slid to the edge of the rock, they stopped suddenly.

It turned out that his left hand was stuck in the crack of the rock.

It was the crack in the rock where I put my hand in when I just slid down.

The rock crevice scraped away his flesh and blood, and as the rock crevice extended downward, the width became narrower and narrower, and finally his hand bones were firmly stuck in the rock crevice!

As the cracks in the rock clamped his hands, and his body fell down with gravity, Ping He's body was pulled into a bow shape.

He slowly leaned on his left hand again and pulled himself back.

Standing peacefully on the rock wall, panting violently, his chest heaved rapidly.

Now, stand firmly on the rock face.

But how can we climb up?

With his left hand stuck in the rock wall, the smooth rock wall, and the falling snow, he, himself, fell into a dead end again.

Looking at it peacefully, it is only six or seven meters away, as if the top of the mountain is close at hand, but there is no way to go.

He has some regrets in his heart.

But at that time, if he didn't do this, he might have fallen off the cliff and died. One has to live in order to have hope.

As time passed, the night was drawing to a close.

The moon has already set, and the stars are gradually dimming.

The sky gradually brightened.

Peace shivered in the cold wind.

If it weren't for Hong Zhu's support, he might have frozen to death here long ago. Now, it's just delaying death, right?

Becoming a fairy is too difficult.

Can mortals really achieve it?

Just when he was thinking about it peacefully, he heard a voice on the top of the mountain.

There were two footsteps.

He raised his head peacefully and tried his best to look up.

With the first ray of sunlight in the morning, he saw two acquaintances.

One person, of course, is Wen Ling.

There was another person who turned out to be the young man who carried away the lunatic on the street that day.

"Forget it, go and pull Pinghe up, it seems that you really can't find your way."

Huang Si ordered.

"OK."

Wen Ling responded.

The snow around Pinghe suddenly rose from the rock wall and quickly evolved into a snow dragon.

Xue Long gently rolled up Ping He's body and flew him up to the top of the mountain.

Countless snowflakes scattered and disappeared.

Ping He found that he had firmly stood on the top of the mountain that he had never been able to climb before.

Is it possible...

Is this really all right?

However, he didn't climb up with his own strength, but was pulled up by him with a snow dragon!

"Wen Zhenjun."

Ping He first made a big gift to Wen Ling.

Then, he looked at Huang Si with some anxiety.

Judging from the attitudes of the two of them, Huang Si's status seemed to be higher than Wen Ling's, but Ping He didn't know what to call her, nor did she know what to do.

"I, have I passed the test?"

Finally, Ping He couldn't help asking.

"This is not a test, but mainly to see if your soul can improve a little bit, and by the way, to see your will and patience."

Huang Si scratched his head in annoyance.

He deliberately tested the human race when he was full. With his straightforward character, he must have done it as soon as he thought of it.

It's purely because as an ordinary person, Ping He's soul strength is really not high.

Can't bear the erosion of the soul by the droplets.