As I climbed peacefully, I arrived at halfway.

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

Pinghe was just thirsty, so he scooped the snow with his hands, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it.

He drank some water in this way, relieved his thirst, and then stepped on the snow and continued to climb up.

In fact, Pinghe has never eaten since she fainted.

My stomach was empty and I felt a little hungry.

He had no choice but to endure it and use the power of the red bead to help solve it.

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

Peacefully ignore these things, keep looking up, and then try to climb up.

The snow is very cold.

Not long after, Pingyan's hands and feet were frozen red.

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

Pingyan seemed to be unaware, and still stuck his hands in the snow, looking for rocks and fixing his body.

When he went from the hillside to one-third above, his hands were also worn out, his feet were blisters, and he had several frostbite on his body.

Pinghe didn't scream, but just looked at the height and continued to move upwards.

The road ahead here becomes extremely difficult to climb.

There are several places, almost cliffs, and you have to work hard to live in a place where you can step on people and pull yourself up.

There are also some places full of traps, and they seem to be able to step on stones, but in fact they will loosen when they step on them, and the whole person will slide down with the stones.

I slipped twice, and my nose was blue and swollen.

He healed the wound with red beads and continued.

Peacefully searching for the road between the cliffs with difficulty.

No one has ever been here and has no experience to refer to. Pinghe can only try his own body little by little.

Before he knew it, Pinghe had climbed to the last few hundred meters.

It's dark.

In the darkness, the mountains become more difficult to climb. If you are not careful, you may fall down and climb far away, and the one you used to 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, you can barely see the road clearly.

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

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

He truly felt the difficulty of becoming an immortal. If the immortal had not given him this red bead, he would not have even the possibility of climbing up the mountain. But since he had it, he would not want to give up.

The last hundred meters.

Pinghe was almost hanging on the steep cliff, moving upwards little by little.

His clothes were completely torn, so he could only hold red beads in his mouth, and his hands and feet tightly grasped the gaps in the rock wall, unable to relax at all.

In such a difficult situation, peace climbs up with the unresilience of ordinary people.

A little bit.

He approached the top of the mountain.

It's almost here.

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

Snowy mountains, landslides.

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

No, there is still help!

He rubbed his feet suddenly, and his body moved his body half a meter left on the cliff wall with the sliding force of the snow.

He had seen a raised rock on the left before, where there was no snow and he could settle down, but if he fell on it without any warning, he would be very likely to be injured.

During the fall, Pinghe inserted his hand into a gap in the rock wall without hesitation.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

As he fell at high speed, the narrow rock wall scraped off all the flesh of his fingers, and his hand bones and fascia were exposed.

"bump!"

Pinghe fell to the protruding rock, but his body was still sliding outwards, and he was about to fall from that rock again!

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

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

It was the crack of the rock that was stretched into when it just fell.

The rock crack scraped away his flesh and blood, and as the rock crack extended down, the width became narrower and narrower, and finally stuck his hand bones tightly in the rock crack!

As the rock cracks clamped the hand and the body fell down with gravity, the peaceful body was pulled into a bow shape.

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

Pinghe stood on the rock wall, gasping violently, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

Now, it is firmly standing on the rock wall.

But, how can I climb up?

The left hand stuck in the rock wall, the smooth rock wall, the snow falling, he threw himself into a dead end again.

Pinghe looked at it only six or seven meters away, as if it was close to the top of the mountain, but it could no longer be found on the road.

He felt a little regretful.

But at that time, if he didn't do this, he might fall off the cliff and die. People must live to have hope.

As time goes by, the night is approaching.

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

The sky gradually brightened.

Peace trembled in the cold wind.

If it weren't for the red beads, he might have frozen to death here long ago. Now, it's just delaying death?

It's too difficult to become an immortal.

Can mortals really achieve it?

Just as Pinghe was thinking a lot, he heard a sound on the top of the mountain.

There were two people's footsteps.

Pinghe raised her head and looked up as she could.

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

A person is naturally Wen Ling.

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

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

Xuelong gently rolled his peaceful body and flew to the top of the mountain.

Countless snowflakes scattered and disappeared.

Pinghe found that he had stood firmly on the top of the mountain that he could not climb up no matter how hard he had.

Could it be...

That's really OK?

However, he did not climb up with his own strength, but was pulled up by him with the snow dragon!

"Mr. Wen."

Pinghe first gave Wen Ling a big gift.

Then, he looked at Huang Si with some anxiety.

Judging from the attitudes of the two, Huang Si's status seems to be higher than Wen Ling, but Pinghe doesn't know what to call him or what to do.

"I, am I passing the test?"

Pinghe finally couldn't help asking.

"This is not a test, it's mainly to see if your soul can be slightly improved, and by the way, you can see your will and patience."

Huang Si scratched her head with some worries.

He was so full that he deliberately tested the human race. With his direct and straightforward personality, he must have done it when he thought of it.

It is purely because Pinghe is an ordinary person, his soul strength is really not high.

Can't withstand the erosion of the soul by droplets.
Chapter completed!