Chapter 42 Limit Without Limit

Chapter 42 Limitless Limit

"Do you still have the strength?"

"There is one more point..." Ziyi struggled to move her sore legs, panting, and her face was weak but extremely seductive.

100 meters in front of them is the slightly red soil boundary of the sky fire, and behind them, there are countless mummified corpses... There are thousands of them. They felt that the dead souls in the air did not die on the fire field, but on the way, before they could step on the slightly red evil area that seemed to emit white smoke.

Looking at their appearance and clothes on their bodies, it seems to be a sharp-eared mercenary on Qi Yuexing, because they are embroidered with the word "brave" on their sleeves, and they can go to the range of less than a li of Tianhuoyuan. There is no doubt that their force is above the shadow, and two of them walked to the front and even stepped into the phantom. This is a very powerful mercenary.

I just don't know why they came. Looking at their posture, it seemed that they planned to turn around and escape at the last moment, but in the end, they were unable to escape because of physical exhaustion, so they fell down one after another, and the pale and weak eyes stared at the sky on their heads unwillingly, and finally closed their bitterly supported eyelids in the cold starlight.

When passing by them, neither of them could take a closer look, because they also felt strong pressure. Their usually vigorous and flexible bodies seemed to be filled with thousands of pounds of lead, which was extremely heavy. The two walked no faster than the snail.

This land is very strange, thousands of times more than the gravity of other places. With the cultivation of the god of the earth, it can't fly, but only turn around and escape, let alone them. Su Yong felt like an ant at this moment, dragging a huge body and moving. The slightly red soil boundary at a hundred meters seems to be as difficult to approach as the horizon.

"I want to take a break." Ziyi finally couldn't help saying it. Her voice was no longer sweet. After exhausting her strength, there was a trace of hoarseness. That was because of the lack of water - their sweat had already dried up, and even the blood could not help but seep out on the dry skin.

"Don't rest." Su Yong shouted vigorously. He knew that once he sat down, he could no longer stand up. But even he can't resist that kind of **. He would rather die like this than stick to it.

"No, I'm going to take a break." Ziyi felt that her eyes were extremely heavy. She didn't try to grit her teeth, and she couldn't stop her eyelid fight at all. Her delicate body is like a shrimp, and she is about to fall down.

Then she was immediately picked up by a pair of giant hands and staggered away involuntarily. It was Su Yong who used all his strength and hugged her with his hands.

"Don't sit down, don't sleep over." Su Yong's lower lip was full of blood. He knew that it was useless to complain at this moment. Now that he was here, there was no way out. Although the two of them may not be as far as the two slaps of the earth god and the blood shadow level, they are at least better than the thousands of dead strong men behind them.

"Let go of me. I'd rather die than leave." The cultivation of purple clothes is a little worse than that of Su Yong. At this moment, his mind is a little blurred, and he involuntarily hummed in a low voice.

Su Yong's mouth and teeth were full of blood, and the blood kept flowing from his chin, penetrating into his pale neck, like a red beard. He held his hands tightly in purple, and his fingernails seemed to ooze blood.

"No." He roared, and his body walked out three meters again with this shout.

"I want to drink water." He heard Ziyi squinting and muttering.

He thought for a moment and put his face on it.

The pale lips in purple touched his bloody chin, and he stretched out his lilac tongue and licked it, like a vampire ghost.

Who would have thought that the purple clothes called immortals on earth would become like vampires? Su Yong smiled bitterly in his heart and raised his heavy head to look ahead.

This is a fucking damn place. No wonder even the gods don't want to approach.

Maybe half an hour, maybe three days later, Su Yong doesn't know how much time has passed. When he fell on the edge of the slightly red soil with his purple clothes in his arms, he had exhausted his last bit of strength.

Even at the moment when he escaped from thousands of soul fighters in the lost heights, he was not so tired. He felt tired from every muscle fiber, with wisps of exhaled heat, as if he wanted to tear his body apart and let the overdraft body break and melt away, so as to exude that hot bitterness.

The purple clothes have been in a coma, with a pool of blood on his pale face and a smile on the corners of his mouth. I don't know what I thought of at the last moment.

Suddenly, a tingling came from the tired right hand. Su Yong turned his head in pain and saw that his right hand was unconsciously placed on the edge of the slightly red soil. He was scalded by the white smoke that was invisible to the naked eye. He immediately became red and swollen, swelling and a long blister.

But this pain is nothing to Su Yong. He lowered his head feebly and said numbly, "I'm going to die, I'm going to die..." The slightly red soil is more horrible than the heavy land outside. Su Yong no longer has any keen sense of martial artists at this moment, but he still has a trace of instinct. He knew that the sky fire was more terrible than the lava of the volcano.

The rising is not white smoke, but steam, which is the answer brought to him by the bubble.

He went in on a dead road, and he was powerless when he went back. He knew that the two of them could not escape death. Finally, he took a look at the purple clothes and wanted to be paralyzed, soft and down comfortably.

Suddenly, there was a tingling pain in his heart. Su Yong opened his eyes hard and saw a large amount of white smoke suddenly gushing out of his arms.

Am I going to be cooked? He thought in a daze and pushed some of the purple clothes leaning against his knees away.

However, the next moment, he suddenly jumped up like a monkey. He tore open his clothes desperately and clenched his weak fists and kept hitting his chest.

But it was too late. The yellow crystal tooth dug out of the mouth of the blood crow leader Tian Ge still fell into his flesh and blood, and the heat was higher than a piece of red charcoal. At this moment, all his blood was ignited.

The strength bursts out of every drop of blood, as if to blow up the whole body.

The broken clothes still hanging on his body suddenly ignited, and Su Yong instantly turned into a fireman. After the fireman was burned, the residual consciousness made him pick up the purple clothes on the ground and rush into the fire field crazily.

He kept running, getting faster and faster. His clothes had already turned into ashes. The boots made of the toughest animal skin also began to melt, and soon turned into a pool of soft things and fell on the slightly red soil of Tianhuo. He was still running crazily, as if he were participating in the 100-meter race walk.

Flares slowly appeared under his feet, and the flames burned under his ** calves. As he ran more and more vigorously, his leg hair burned black.

Flames began to burn in the footprints left in the fast running, and there was soon a real fire on the sky. The firelight forms two crooked parallel lines, and it can be seen that the distance between each step is getting bigger and bigger.

After running for dozens of miles, Su Yong finally flew up. He did not rely on the blood knife or step on anything. He flew in the void like this, still holding the sleeping purple clothes.

He stepped on two groups of Bi Bo's loud flames under his burning body, which was indescribably strange.

Maybe hundreds of miles, maybe thousands of miles. When he vaguely saw a huge mountain in front of him, the burning flame power in his body finally failed. He fell down with a grunt, and his red forehead hit the ground without white smoke, and a lump as big as a light bulb.

Zi Yi, who was awakened by the violent shock, woke up and only heard an intermittent sentence from Su Yong, who was about to faint.

"It turns out that... the limit is... there is no limit..."

The voice of this sentence is very low, but with a sense of ecstasy and relief.

The color of this small field under the huge mountains is different from that of other places. It is a rare purple-blue color, and the temperature is not high. On Su Yong's charred body, the yellow crystal tooth has disappeared, leaving only a terrible wound the size of a palm on the chest, and the blood flowers still jumped out of it little by little, emitting hot air.