281, crisis is also an opportunity

continues to fall from a depth of 1,000 meters, and it is not clear how many meters it has fallen. All she knows is that the air is getting thinner and the pressure is getting bigger and bigger. She tried to rush up, and the harder she tried, the faster she fell.

For some reason, she felt that the roar in her ear was like the sad cry of an owl standing on the branch. Oh, it's going to die. When I was a child, the wet nurse said that she was going to die when she heard the owl call.

It's really unlucky. I haven't passed my 20th birthday yet. I was caught by Death again. Can't I escape this time? Han Jing thought unwillingly.

"Jing!"

The cry sounded above her head, which made Han Jing think it was an illusion. Soon, a powerful arm touched her hand. Ah!" With a surprise cheer, she was grabbed by a warm embrace. It's not the smell of Yang Feng, with the fresh fragrance of Feng Lingcao.

"Brother Leng, why did you fall down!" There was no surprise, but Han Jing shouted anxiously. Then, she realized that Brother Leng fell down to save her, and was moved to tears: "Brother Leng, you are stupid!"

"Don't be afraid, Jing, we can find a way to go up." Holding Han Jing tightly and supporting the bright Xuanli cover to protect her like a rare treasure, Leng Wuhen cherished this rare moment very much, and there was even unconcealed joy in his voice.

Simply thinking that Brother Leng was happy because he found himself, Han Jing shouted with tears, "If you want to save me, you don't have to jump down. Brother Leng, you are so stupid!"

"Compain with the evil existence of fighting genius, of course, Brother Leng is stupid." It's not before and under the moon, and I can't even see Han Jing's appearance clearly. The cold and traceless interest that has always been quiet is particularly high, and her voice is also particularly gentle.

The attributes of ice and fire are against each other. Han Jing stayed in the Xuanli mask of the fire and was uncompremely hot. She inadvertently looked up at the glittering ore above the Xuanli mask as large as a grinding disc. From time to time, she hit the Xuanli mask caused the mask to shake. She quickly reminded: "Brother Leng, to save Xuanli, you don't need to hold up the complete Xuanli mask, just do it. Just block the Xuanli shield above your head. Call me later if you're tired.

"Khan, Brother Leng is really stupid, I didn't expect this."

"Brother Leng!"

Without finishing speaking, Han Jing suddenly understood Brother Leng's mind, and a dense fog appeared in her eyes. Her heart has been stolen by that bad guy Yang Feng, and she can only secretly apologize to Brother Leng.

The arm of Han Jing tightened, and the smile on her cold face suddenly restrained. As keen as him, he understood her voice from Han Jing's short words. If you say no regret, it's false. Although he is under pressure, he is willing to have a try to compete with Yang Feng, because Han Jing is the only woman who has been able to see him so far.

She is unique, combined with God's favor and has a fatal attraction to him. Even if he is in front of her many times, he will feel inferior and humiliated, but if there is a chance to get her heart, he will not give up his efforts.

That chance still doesn't seem to exist. As excellent as her, she naturally has to choose Yang Feng, who is better than him. They are the perfect match.

Like Ye Guyun, she chooses to silently protect Han Jing and never declare her feelings for her. Cherish your love for her and firmly guard her.

Hearing the sound of ore hitting the ground below, Leng Wuhen knew that he had fallen to the bottom of the fault and reminded him, "A Jing, pay attention, it's going to fall to the ground."

Han Jing also heard it and said, "Well, Brother Leng, I'm in charge of it. You should concentrate on the falling rocks on it." A spin ice wheel appeared at her feet. When she touched the ground, the spin of the ice wheel offset the impact of the fall. The ice wheel dissipated, and their feet fell firmly on the ground.

If the ore falling above hits the two people, it can definitely smash them into mud and release Han Jing. Leng Wuhen firmly covers the head with Xuanli Shield in one hand, and the other hand has been raised at will. A fire Xuanli flew out of the burning shield-shaped mask and rushed up with half an arc.

Pieces of ore as big as grinding discs fell down fiercely and collided with the arc of fire mysterious light. Under the high temperature of fire mysterious power, part of the metal in the ore instantly melted into juice and shot around with the stones, like a kind of meteors flashing in the dark night, which made Han Jing couldn't help marvelising: "It's so beautiful!"

Looking at Han Jing together, she didn't dare to distract herself from talking to her. She raised her hand and then sent out a mysterious arc to hit the continuous ore flow like a flood. The impact caused space shocks and ravaged the mineral layer under their feet. The ore layer under their feet is trembling, and the ground cracks centered on their feet form horizontal cracks.

"Will the ore layer collapse again?" Han Jing asked tremblingly, her beautiful face turned pale, and at the same time, a sense of anger condensed in her eyes: "It's not enough to collapse once, and it's going to collapse again and again. God won't play with us like this!"

"God is too much!" I don't know why, Leng Wuhen wanted to laugh after listening to Han Jing's words. There seems to be a lot of funny things with her. The current predicament, even desperate, did not discourage him at all, and his state was surprisingly good. One after another Xuanli arc rushed out and washed away the fallen ore, melting the metal juice in the ore sliding along the Xuanli mask around and cooling in the process of flowing out, filling the cracks on the surface of the ore layer and gradually forming a colorful metal platform.

"Brother Leng, take a break when you're tired. I'll do it." Han Jing said.

"I'm not tired. You can sleep for a while. I'll wake you up when you need it."

"Why am I tired? Brother Leng has always been working hard."

"Then you have to sleep for a while." I believe that the people above will find a way to rescue, but they are buried so deeply that they are not sure how long it will take. Han Jing must maintain a full spirit and physical strength.

"I can't sleep." Han Jing looked up to her delicate and flawless face and said quietly. Dai frowned slightly, and her beautiful eyes showed a faint sadness. At this time, she could not have the ordinary arrogance.

"Don't be afraid, the people above will save us soon." He said in a cold and optimistic tone.

"Oh, don't comfort me, Brother Leng, I'm not a child anymore." Han Jing pouted and said.

"Okay, Brother Leng apologizes."

"Or treat me like a child." Wrinkled her nose, and Han Jing tried very hard to squeeze out a smile. At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind. She suddenly smiled happily and said, "Brother Leng, I have come up with a way. Let's take a ladder to climb up by ourselves."

Leng Wuhen said with great interest: "Let's talk about it."

The hand drew a circle around, and Han Jing said excitedly, "The metal in the ore is melted by the fire mysterious force to form metal juice. If I use ice mysterious force to make these metal juice cool quickly when dripping, the metal juice will not flow elsewhere. Can we cast a ladder?"

"Good idea." He muttered coldly. At the same time, he also secretly said that this is the difference in understanding that led to the same dilemma, he was just passively waiting for someone to rescue, and what she thought of was to save herself?

This is actually a very simple method, but it is effective. Of course, there are also a lot of variables to implement, such as the collapse of the ore layer again or the ladder being smashed by ore, but this is not considered by both of them.

A flash of ice-blue brilliance flashed, and the hot metal juices on the ground froze and solidified. This is a ready-made foundation.

Next, the cold trace does not produce a fire mysterious arc to fly the ore, but sends out a fire mysterious wave to form a whirlpool at the suggestion of Han Jing, which slows down the impact of the ore. At the same time, it also allows the ore to melt into metal juice in the fire mysterious force vortex, and ejaculated along the bottom of the whirlpool to the fire mysterious force shield and refine the impurities again like a rain curtain. It continued to leak down along the edge of the Xuanli Shield.

The moment the colorful metal juice overflowed, the ice blue light flashed, and the metal juice instantly cooled and solidified and gradually piled up. The cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, and their movements became more and more skillful, sweaty cold, and even had leisure to shape the colorful metal pile with an ice sword and make it into the shape of a lotus seat.

"Slide on it." Leng Wuhen couldn't help laughing.

With a handful of sweat on her face, Han Jing asked with concern, "Are you tired? Why don't you take a break if I put on a Xuanli mask?"

Looking down, the lotus seat was almost 30 meters tall. He smiled coldly and said, "I'm not tired. Let's have a good sleep when you go up."

"Shall we cut corners?" Han Jing also looked down and was a little dissatisfied with the progress.

With a cautious attitude, Leng Wuhen shook his head and said, "Forget it. If this ladder is not solid, it will be a big loss if it falls in kilometers."

"That's true, but the speed is too slow. I don't know how deep we fell down. It will take more than half a month to go up at this speed. I don't know if the ore layer will break!" Han Jing was really afraid of the fault of the mine layer. She felt that she might collapse if this layer of mine was broken again.

"Are you not confident?" Leng Wuhen asked in a good mood.

"Well, I'm just thinking about if there is a more time-saving way."

"Your current method is very time-saving and safe. Don't worry about it."

"Hmm." She didn't hear what Leng Wuhen was saying at all. Han Jing thought for a moment and decided, "Let's set up a shelf. Brother Leng, you control the direction of the metal juice flowing down. Let's cast three columns and connect the columns every meter and a half. Then add it like this."

Although she still felt that it was safe to make a solid pillar, Han Jing made a decision, and Leng Wuhen still respected her opinion. The column is easy to do, and the column is a little troublesome, but with the ice soul sword in her hand, that is, cut the column and put it horizontally so that Leng Wumu uses fire mysterious force to melt the joint and then freeze it.

In this way, the progress was greatly accelerated, and soon after 100 meters of height, the proficiency of the two of them in controlling the mysterious power also climbed rapidly, which can be described as amazing.

The crisis is also an opportunity.