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Chapter 3937 One to die or two to die

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    Chapter 3937 One or two

    It is not the first time that Xiang Que has encountered the situation of being beaten and disabled. The last time he fought against Lu Ya, after his Dao Realm collapsed, he was also in an endangered state, but compared to the last time, this  This time he was only hurt more seriously.

    At this time, he has already lost all his cultivation bases, and the fact that his injuries cannot recover or the recovery is too slow is enough to prove this point.

    And he also tried to see if he could send out his consciousness and Chaos Skyfire, but the result was the same, with no reaction at all.

    And he also felt cold.

    The crippled can no longer be crippled!

    However, looking at the old Taoist who had been buried by snowflakes in the distance, Xiang Que's heart sank even more.

    Almost holding his breath, he gritted his teeth and crawled over bit by bit.

    There were deep drag marks on the snow that Xiang Que had crawled over, and bright red blood was still flowing on the snow. He should have recuperated and rested at this time, but he couldn't wait, he desperately needed to know the old man  The situation now.

    I don't know how long it has passed, but Xiang Que's consciousness has been blurred. For him, a distance of more than ten meters is like climbing a 25,000-mile long march.

    When Xiang Que's vision was completely blurred and he could hardly see anything in front of him, he seemed to have finally climbed to the side of the old Taoist, and then stretched out his arms with difficulty to sweep the snow off his body.

    Xiang Que's current actions are all done with the remaining consciousness.

    And when Xiang Que's hand was placed on Zhu Chungang's heart, and he could barely feel his slightly rising and falling chest and his subtle breathing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell into a coma.

    It is not easy for a cultivator to die. Unless he has suffered a huge fatal injury, or his soul is completely destroyed, as long as he is left with one breath, he can barely hold on. The current state of Xiang Que and Zhu Chungang is  In this way, although the two of them have run out of oil and the lamp is dry, there is still a ray of breath, which can temporarily maintain their vital signs so that they will not disappear.

    Perhaps this breath will grow a bit stronger with the passage of time, and then maybe its own state will be improved.

    Xiang Que fell asleep, and after falling into a deep sleep, he had a dream. In the dream, he saw a piece of dilapidated land with a deep crack in the middle of the land.

    This land is like the end of the world, except for that crack, there is nothing left.

    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, and his reaction after waking up was to look at the situation of the old man beside him.

    His hands were still on Zhu Chungang's chest, and the slight heaving and heartbeat were still there.

    Xiang Que exhaled, moved his body tentatively, his hands could be turned slightly, and his head could be turned sideways. Then he reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth.

    "It turned out to be hunger and thirst"

    Immortals will not feel hungry or thirsty, which means that before his cultivation level returns, he will be like an ordinary person.

    Xiang Que swallowed a big mouthful of snow, then grabbed a handful, then carefully opened Zhu Chungang's mouth, and let the temperature of his hands turn into snow water, which then dripped into his mouth.

    It can last for ten and a half months without food, but if there is no water, people will die of thirst within a few days.

    "Wait, then¡­¡­"

    Xiang Que felt that with his current slow recovery state, it might take a few days before he had the ability to act, but fortunately, there was nothing wrong with a slow recovery, as long as there was hope, otherwise the final result might be,  He and the old Taoist were going to starve to death and freeze to death in this snowy area.

    Two days have passed, Zhu Chungang still hasn't woken up, Xiang Que's injury is not too bad, but he can already stand up and do simple activities.

    After another two days, Xiang Que was able to move forward, and at the same time he gained some strength.

    Suddenly, Xiang Que picked up Zhu Chungang.

    They can't wait any longer, the conditions in this place are too harsh, not to mention whether the wounds are healed or not, and even the basic food and clothing problems cannot be solved, then the end must be a dead end.

    In the wind and snow, Xiang Que lowered his head and bowed his waist, striding forward step by step with difficulty, with an unconscious old man on his back.

      Xiang Que suddenly thought that this scene seemed to be reversed. In his previous life when he was ten years old, the old Taoist walked out of Xiangjiatun holding his hand, and then went to the ancient well temple in Zhongnan Mountain.

    "After I came out of the mother's womb, you supported me all the way to adulthood. When you are old, I will carry you all the way until I walk out of this snowy area, clear the clouds and mist, and see the blue skyMaster, don't die.  I 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 in one direction, and then bet that he would see people when he walked down.

    If someone smokes, he will have a stutter, and the old way may be able to recover.

    Step by step, day after day, along the way, Xiang Que could only use the snow on the ground to satisfy his hunger, and then feed the old man a few sips of snow water. Under normal conditions, people can last for a few days, but he is hurting.  Under the weight, and at the same time had to bear the weight of a person, Xiang Que's physical strength and spirit were gradually in a state of collapse.

    Maybe after seven or eight days, or maybe ten or so days, the pace of Xiang Que's steps slowed down. Before that, he might have walked a few miles a day, but on this day, every step he took took a step forward.  Sometimes, you have to wait for half a day before you can lift the other foot with difficulty.

    In this situation, as time goes by, the rhythm becomes slower and slower.

    Xiang Que took a step forward, as if he was frozen, moving in front of him little by little, and then slowly fell to the ground. At this moment, he could not lift his hind legs.

    The whole person seemed to be frozen!

    The snowflakes fell on his face and froze.

    At this time, Zhu Chungang seemed to feel that Xiang Que was at the end of his battle. He opened his eyelids with difficulty, and then said in a soft voice: "Put it down, you go first, you have to die"

    After Zhu Chun had just finished speaking, it took about two minutes before Xiang Que struggled to utter two words: "I don't want it!"

    Zhu Chungang pursed his lips, but did not speak. It was not that he had no strength, but that he knew that it would be useless to persuade him any longer.

    Xiang Que will not listen to him!

    Between dying one and dying two, he would definitely choose the latter.

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