If it were before, Li Qingcheng had no choice, but now, he had a beloved person on his back and had already jumped out of the three realms of martial arts. After a moment of thought, he no longer hesitated and stabbed his ten fingers in.

The pain penetrates the bone marrow!

Li Qingcheng was in a serious mood and his head was covered in cold sweat.

But he can't give up.

In the end, he could not leap at all. His hands alternated, and every time he stabbed, he had to endure countless pain. His eyebrows tightened, without saying a word, climbing up step by step.

The nails have long been broken.

Ten fingers were stained with blood, revealing white bones.

Beads of sweat as big as beans flowed down his forehead.

Li Jinping knew Li Qingcheng's intentions and no longer dissuaded him. He reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

Ten feet.

Five zhang.

One zhang.

Li Qingcheng had already exhausted himself. He supported himself to climb up with one breath, because he knew that once he gave up, the two of them would be crushed to pieces.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain.

A platform of more than a hundred feet high, with strange rocks standing in the sky, and a vast area everywhere.

Under the snow, there is a stone house.

Has not lived in anyone for more than a hundred years, and half of the stone house was buried in the snow.

Li Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief and put Li Jinping down.

The sky is blue.

Under the sun, the light is filled with brilliance, and everything is so clear.

Strange stones are covered with ice and snow, like snow-covered stone forests.

There are still a few pine and cypress trees on the top of the mountain, which are not tall, but they look hundreds of years old. The snow has pressed the branches low, as if they have endured hundreds of years of vicissitudes.
Chapter completed!