The sunlight gradually moved overhead, extravagantly casting a little light into a fist-sized hole high in the cliff crevice.

This is the only time of day when the cave sees the light of day.

The cave is not large, with a diameter of only two zhang. But it was extremely deep, nearly a hundred feet from the light in the high place. It looks like a deep dry well.

At the bottom of the cave lay a young man who looked no more than in his early twenties. His face, which had not seen the sun all year round, became more and more pale against the black robe. The black hair was not tied up, the hair was messily scattered between the cheeks, and there was a touch of tiredness between the eyebrows, which had a weak beauty.

Probably an extreme desire for sunshine. The moment the light came in, his eyebrows moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Qin Yousang woke up from his slumber.

Glancing indifferently at the environment around him, he was a little confused. It was as if he had just dreamed and woken up from sleep. He remembered that crazy night.

Pulling open the placket, Qin Yousang tilted his head and looked at his left shoulder, stretched out his fingers and measured it. The tiny tooth marks on the shoulders have not completely disappeared. The woman's mouth, he thought, should be small. Her teeth are very sharp and sharp. Be sure you're not dreaming. He stretched and stood up.

Qin Yousang opened his arms and raised his face. It's as if this will allow you to get a little bit of sunshine.

After some while, he noticed that the light began to gradually leave the hole. With the last bit of extravagant light, he turned his head to look at the stone wall beside him.

It was no longer darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and the stone marks he had carved on the stone wall in front of him were revealed.

He counted carefully, silently picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, and carefully drew a very short stone line.

After hesitating, he added another.

Cultivation is forbidden, but the feeling of the body is still there. That night, not last night, it was the night before.

He was a little happy for no reason. The thin lips moved slightly. The smile hadn't yet opened, and his lips tightened again. He was taken here seven years captive, and no one tortured him, and no one came to humiliate him. Seven whole years were thrown into this deep cavern, and no one cared about it. I haven't even seen a single miscellaneous person in the Demon Realm. Every seven days, a stream of water will leak down from the roof of the cave, and it will be solved by bathing and drinking water to clean the ground - no pig in the mortal world is as worry-free as him?

Such silence and loneliness can make even people who are accustomed to years of retreat go crazy. Unfortunately, he was not able to meditate and retreat. It can only be regarded as another kind of cultivation to temper the state of mind.

Relying on this thought, he endured seven unbearable years without arrogance or impatience.

Two days ago, he was just knocked unconscious and sent to the witch to be the furnace ding. The ordinary life of imprisonment has changed, and he is so happy that he wants to laugh? The state of mind that has been tempered for seven years is so fragile?

Besides, what's there to be happy about?

Thinking of the woman in the dark, Qin Yousang also remembered the taste of ecstasy that night.

was fed a sweet jujube after being slapped, but only the taste of the jujube was crisp and sweet...... Qin Yousang, this is called being cheap! As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't bear his anger and slapped his palm on the rock wall.

With a bang, the mountain shook and the stones fell with a thud.

Qin Yousang was stunned.

At that time, the retreat was disturbed, and the infant was shattered. He was almost as easily taken away by the demon cultivators as the living dead. Fortunately, his divine consciousness was still there, and he looked inward and found that his meridians were broken for some reason. The huge true qi that Yuan Ying shattered was all squeezed in the dantian. It seems to be a knot and is not a knot, and it is squeezed together. The prohibition of the demon realm closed the dantian, making it impossible for him to mobilize the true qi in the dantian to recuperate his injuries. This is also the reason why he has been so bored at the bottom of the cave for seven years.

Now that the ban has disappeared? Can he use his true qi again?

The stone wall shattered, and a flash of light suddenly pierced into view. Qin Yousang didn't have time to take a closer look at his situation, and shot out towards the light.

The moment I rushed out, the sun and wind mixed with the snowflakes rushed in my face. Qin Yousang, like anyone who has been in the dark and cold cave for several years, took a deep breath greedily, and then felt strange again-such a big movement, there was no demon cultivator to intercept and arrest him?

He subconsciously looked up. A vast expanse of ice and snow pierced into the bottom of the eye.

A rumbling sound mixed with a muffled clatter whistled down overhead.

"It's an avalanche!"

This thought flashed through his mind, and Qin Yousang shot out like an arrow.

Ice and snow wrapped around boulders rushed down with lightning speed.

The power of nature is hard to resist even in the body of a primordial infant. In just a few breaths, the fluffy white mist from the ice and snow engulfed the blue-black figure.

Tons of ice and snow were poured into the deep valley in an instant, and boulders kept falling. It lasted for half a cup of tea before it was calm.

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The stars are unusually bright on winter nights in the north. The stars shine brightly on the snow, and the shadows of the mountains are faintly recognizable.

The evening wind blew fiercely across the valley. A veil of snow particles blows on the flat snow.

A piece of snow moved, and a slender and powerful hand reached out. Qin Yousang crawled out of the depths of the snow pit. He was half-kneeling on the snow, his palms to his lips.

A mouthful of blood sprayed in the palm of his hand. He plunged his hand into the snow and wiped the blood away.

He maintained a half-kneeling posture, like a hunting leopard, ready to jump up at any time to deal with the round-up of demon cultivators. The light reflected from the snow reflected on his cheeks, and there was no expression of pain in sight. There are a few bits of snow on the slightly drooping long eyelashes, and the dark eyes are dyed brighter and brighter.

Yuan Ying's shattered and powerful true qi was forbidden and imprisoned, and it was quite calm. When the prohibition disappears, after the true qi is used. It was like a volcanic eruption in him. True Qi rushed into his meridians like hot magma.

The broken meridians were all opened up by the true qi, and they couldn't stand such a powerful force, so they broke again. If it weren't for the fact that Yuan Ying's body was already an extraordinary human body, the raging True Qi would have already turned his internal organs into a pulp.

Behind him was a gray and endless fog, which made him realize that he was at the end of the sky in the north, and there was no way back. Qin Yousang endured the pain of turning his body inwards and kept his vigilance. I'm afraid that it won't be long before a large number of demon cultivators come to round up. While he still has a little bit of true qi, he needs to get out of here right away. Even if it is death, it is better than being captured and imprisoned in that deep well for life.

The divine consciousness was carefully released, and there was no ambush or movement around.

Qin Yousang was really puzzled. He looked up at the lone peak in front of him jutting into the sky.

The stars are bright and cloudless. The crystalline palace high above the mountain is clearly outlined. On the side facing the valley, there seemed to be a temple that had collapsed.

In disbelief, he picked up his palm and placed it in front of his eyes. Seriously injured, his slap towards Shan Yan is still so powerful?

At this point, he heard a human voice. It was so far away that it was only blown by the wind and the sound was extremely noisy and faint. It seems that something has happened in the Holy Palace of the Demon Realm. For Qin Yousang, this was an excellent opportunity to escape.

He quickly took off his blue-black robe and rolled it into his arms. The white midcoat made him almost melt into the snow and ice. A few dodges left the valley.

Qin Yousang's figure flashed from time to time among the snow-covered mountains and fields. Enduring the pain in his body like boiling oil, he did not hesitate to use all his true qi to escape, leaving behind the sacred realm that had imprisoned him for seven years. After discerning the direction, he bypassed the lonely peak and the red city, turned a big bend, and ran to the red sea.

He also has his own pride. He is not afraid of death. I am afraid that the dead body will be humiliated by the demon cultivator, which will humiliate the teacher.

Chihai is the best place for him to be buried. It is better to let the violent wind cut him into a white skeleton, so that he will not be recognized after death. It doesn't matter who found his body. or pity or shame. He didn't accept any of them.