This is not the first time Xiang Que has encountered this situation of being crippled. The last time he fought with Lu Ya, his Taoist realm collapsed, and he was in an endangered state, but if he came last time,
The only thing he was injured was worse.
At this time, he had lost all his cultivation level, and his injuries could not be restored or his recovery was too slow, which was enough to prove this.
And he also tried whether he could send out spiritual consciousness and Chaos Heavenly Fire. The result was the same, without any reaction at all.
And he also felt the cold.
The disabled can no longer be ruined!
However, looking at the old Taoist who had been buried by snowflakes in the distance, Xiang Que's heart became even heavier.
He almost held his breath and gritted his teeth and crawled over little by little.
There were deep drag marks on the snow surface that Xiangque crawled through, and bright red blood was still flowing on the snow. He should have been resting and resting at this time, but he couldn't wait. He was too urgent to know the old Taoist.
The current situation is now.
I don’t know how long it took, Xiang Que’s consciousness had become blurred. The distance of more than ten meters was like climbing a 25,000-mile Long March.
When Xiangque's vision was completely blurred and he could hardly see anything in front of him, he seemed to finally climb to the old Taoist side, and then stretched out his arms and swept the snow on his body.
Xiang Que's current actions are entirely accomplished by his only remaining consciousness.
When Xiangque's hand was placed on Zhu Chungang's heart and could barely feel his slightly ups and downs and a slight breath, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes turned dark and he fell asleep.
People who cultivate immortals are not likely to die easily. Unless they suffer great fatal injuries or have their souls destroyed, they can still barely hold on if they leave a breath. Xiang Que and Zhu Chungang's current state is
In this way, although the two of them had already exhausted their energy, they still had a ray of breath, which could temporarily maintain their vital signs and prevent them from disappearing.
This tone may slowly pass by time and grow a little longer, and perhaps your own condition will be improved.
Xiangque fell asleep and fell asleep deeply, and he had a dream. In the dream, he saw a broken land, and a deep crack broke in the middle of the land.
This land is like the end of the world, with nothing but that crack.
I don’t know how long this dream lasted, but suddenly, Xiang Que saw a little light appearing above the broken land, just like the stars hanging in the sky.
The light was slowly falling towards the ground, like a falling firefly.
At this time, Xiang Que slowly opened his eyes. After he woke up, he reacted again, and looked at the situation of the old Taoist beside him.
His hand was also placed on Zhu Chungang's chest, and his slight ups and downs and heartbeat were still there.
Xiang Quechang breathed, tentatively moved his lower body, his hands could turn slightly, and his head could also tilt to the side. Then he reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.
"So it's hungry and thirsty..."
A god will not feel hungry or thirsty, which means that before his cultivation level comes back, he will be like an ordinary person.
Xiangque swallowed a big mouthful of snow, then grabbed a handful, then carefully pried open Zhu Chungang's mouth, and then turned the temperature of his hands into snow water, and then dripped into his mouth.
If you don’t eat, you can last for ten or half a month, but if you don’t have water, you will die of thirst in a few days.
"Wait..."
Xiang Que felt that with his slow recovery, it might take several days to have the ability to act. Fortunately, it is nothing to recover slowly, as long as there is hope, otherwise the final result might be,
He and the old Taoist are about to starve to death and freeze to death in this snowy land.
Two days passed, Zhu Chungang still did not wake up, and Xiang Que's injuries did not heal too little, but others were able to stand up and move simply.
After two more days, Xiang Que was able to move forward, and at the same time he also had some strength.
So Xiang Que carved Zhu Chungang in his arms.
They can't wait any longer. The conditions in this place are too hard. Not only can they heal the wounds but not heal them, but even the minimum problem of food and clothing cannot be solved. Then the ending will definitely be a dead end.
In the wind and snow, Xiang Que lowered his head and bowed his waist, and took steps forward step by step with difficulty, with an old Taoist who was unconscious on his back.
Xiang Que suddenly thought that such a scene seemed to be the opposite. When he was ten years old in his previous life, the old Taoist walked out of Xiangjiatun with his hand and then went to the ancient well temple in Zhongnan Mountain.
"After I came out of my mother's womb, you helped me to become an adult. When you are old, I will carry you forward all the way until I walk out of this snowy land, clear the clouds and mist, and see the blue sky... Master, don't die,
I'll lead you..."
Xiang Que lowered his head and took one step at a time. He didn't know where he should go, so he could only look at one direction and then bet on the way and see people after walking.
If there are people, they can stutter, and the old Taoist may recover.
Step by step, day after day, along the way, Xiangque could only use the snow on the ground to fill his hunger, and then feed the old Taoist a few mouthfuls of snow. If it was normal, people could hold on for a while, but he was injured.
Under the weight, you have to bear the weight of a person. The lack of physical strength and spirit gradually leads to a state of collapse.
Maybe after seven or eight days, or about ten days, the pace of taking steps towards Que slowed down. He might have walked a few miles a day before, but on this day, he took every step forward.
When it comes, you have to wait for half a day before you can lift your other foot hard.
As time goes by, the pace becomes slower and slower.
He stepped forward to Que, as if he was frozen, moving little by little in front of him, and then slowly landed on the ground. At this time, his hind legs said that he could not lift anything.
The whole person seemed to be fixed!
The snowflakes fell on his face and frozen.
At this time, Zhu Chungang seemed to feel that Xiang Que had become the last of his strength. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, and then said in a subtle voice: "Let go, you go first, you must be tight..."
After Zhu Chun finished speaking, two minutes later, Xiang Que struggled to spit out two words from his mouth: "I don't want it!"
Zhu Chung pursed his lips and didn't speak. It was not that he had no strength, but that he knew that it would be useless to persuade him.
Xiang Que won't listen to him!
Between one and two deaths, he will definitely choose the latter.