A few days later. When the magnificent remnant sun blood mist dusk flower scene of the Red Sea appeared in front of him, Qin Yousang stopped.

Connected to the Red Sea is a grassy grassland. Now it's a white snowfield. There is no snow in the red sea across the line. The dark red Gobi Desert and the snow-covered grasslands are distinctly red and white, which is extremely magical and beautiful.

Qin Yousang lay tired on the dry Gobi Desert.

He didn't meditate anymore. When he fled, he knew that he had squeezed out the last trace of true qi that could be used by this body. The meridians in his body had been broken, and he could no longer use his true qi to renew his pulse to heal his injuries. However, as long as the pain of the meridians is not touched by the exercises, the pain in the body will not deepen. In other words, he is now a wasted person with the Primordial Infant Divine Sense.

He reached out and pinched a piece of snow and put it in his mouth.

The snow turned into cold water and slid into his parched throat, making him feel like he had escaped alive, lying in a place that did not belong to the Demon Realm.

In seven years, he never thought that there would be a chance to escape from the Demon Realm. And the escape went unbelievably well. He's been thinking about it all the way. Sensei said that he was seriously injured, and even if he was at the peak of his cultivation, it would be impossible for him to collapse the holy palace on the ice peak with one palm.

As he broke through the prison and escaped from prison, he heard the chaotic noise of the wind blowing on the top of the mountain. Something big must be happening in the Demon Realm.

Lying comfortably with his head on his arm, Qin Yousang looked curiously at the location of the Holy Domain.

It was too far away to see the redstone city at the foot of the mountain.

In the distance of the vast snowfield, the sun gave the peak a layer of gold. Under the background of clouds and ice and snow, the lone peak of the mountain range seems to be located in the clouds, and the mountain hall is magnificent, domineering, exquisite and gorgeous, like the abode of the gods.

When he was captured, the sky was clear, and he was fortunate to see the crystal palace that was hidden in the ice and snow clouds all the year round, and felt the fanatical reverence of the people in the demon world for the Holy Venerable. He narrowed his eyes slightly. From the height of the ice and snow, I vaguely found the location of the sacred palace.

"Phew!" Qin Yousang took a sip presumptuously. Disdainfully thought, what's there to bluff? Your Saint Venerable is not yet a mortal, and he was stabbed in the heart by my master's flying sword seven years ago.

Why didn't that Demon Venerable vent his anger? For example, sucking his essence and blood and abolishing his cultivation, making his gray hair gray and shriveled in an instant? Another example is to cut off his fingers and toes, and let people send them to Qingshan Sect to humiliate the master and the master?

For seven years, the Demon Venerable has been in retreat to recuperate? Could it be that sending him to make a furnace for others a few days ago was a revenge that only started after the Demon Venerable came out of the customs?

Tiredness came over him in his cranky thoughts.

At the end of his life, he was trembling even when he slept, and he practiced hard for a hundred years to achieve the body of a young baby. Thinking of this, Qin Yousang slept boldly with confidence.

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When he woke up again, the stars swirled in his eyes.

The stars in the northern canopy are unusually bright on winter nights. The vast sky shows a breathtaking vastness. Under the sky, Qin Yousang felt his insignificance.

The praise heard by the cultivation for a hundred years, the pride of the Yuanying, and the respect of the elders...... At this time, they all disappeared in this vast world. The vast Gobi Desert is quiet and lonely, the stars are cold and distant, and Qin Yousang has no reason to give birth to a trace of pathos.

In the dark night, the palace on the distant mountain peak was also lit up. Like a brilliant nebula floating in the air, it is extremely spectacular.

"Sanctuary?" Qin Yousang thought that after first coming to the Demon Realm, he heard the Demon Cultivator's self-proclaimed, and couldn't help but sneer, "If you build a few houses closer to the sky, you will really think that you are a god!" ”

The scolding broke the silence and diluted the sadness in his heart. Qin Yousang smiled self-deprecatingly. He had a pure heart and few desires to focus on cultivation for a hundred years, and he became an elder of the sect at a young age. In order to maintain the majesty of the Lord of the Cliff, he has always been self-denying and humble to herd. I didn't expect to become a waste, but I satisfied my wish to scold if I wanted.

It's very exciting!

The red sea at night is no longer red. The red rock and soil showed a dark brown hue in the light of the stars and moon, and it was endless and desolate even more than daytime.

I rubbed my face with snow. Chewed a few more bites. Qin Yousang stepped into the Red Sea proudly.

Ling Shanzi used the cultivation of the late Yuan infant to cross the Chihai Sea for half a month. If he hadn't encountered Gangfeng, his flying sword would have traveled three thousand miles a day. One can imagine the size of the Red Sea. This is also the reason why the sect of the Sacred Realm was only discovered by the monks of the Boundless Continent thousands of years ago.

With Qin Yousang's current condition, he will have to walk for several years with his legs.

He has already cleared the valley. Without drinking water, the spirit will be poor and you will not die. But without a magic weapon to defend oneself, you can't use your true qi to cast spells. In addition to Gangfeng, there are countless strange beasts in the red sea. Qin Yousang didn't think he could get out alive.

It's better to find a place where the wind is strong and be cut into white bones than to be gnawed by strange beasts.

After his death, his miserable appearance was found by the people in the Xuanmen, and countless seniors and juniors sighed at the stump bones, using him as a whip to inspire the juniors to swear to the death against the demon cultivators...... There will be no peace for a hundred years after death!

Compared with the bright star map of the night sky, Qin Yousang deliberately deviated from the direction that the master had walked back then. It was decided to find the most violent wind and throw himself into the wheal, and he would be crushed and scattered.

How famous the genius was in the continent at the beginning, how down-and-out Qin Yousang is now.

Yes.

I'd rather die than be ashamed!

No, don't give others a chance to sore yourself!

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When the wind blows in the red sea, the most beautiful scenery will appear, and the twilight flower scene will appear. The wind also blows in the form of an abyss of hell.

The wind and sand cover the sky, and the sky is as dark as night. The floating earth and gravel on the ground were blown away by the strong wind, and a night owl screamed in the air.

A black robe floated out of the rust-colored stones. The corners of the robe had been cut into strips of cloth by the wind knife, and it hung miserably and tenaciously in the cracks of the stones, refusing to be swept away by the wind.

Qin Yousang squatted in the narrow gap between the two large stones, his back bent, his arms in his arms.

His long messy hair fell out a few times and hung down, and he looked at his hair, which was stained with wind and sand, and laughed at himself: "Put a broken bowl in front of you, and you'll be alive......"

Relying on the strength of his divine sense, he avoided being dismantled and eaten by strange beasts countless times. Without his cultivation, he was as fragile as a floating grass. It can be easily swept away by the strong winds here. Yuan Ying's body gradually couldn't resist. He felt more and more like an ordinary mortal. He licked his dry and cracked lips and thought about the tea and spirit fruit he had eaten.

Qin Yousang thought sadly, his cultivation to the point of consummating the baby seemed to be complete, but in fact, he just drew a circle, and the middle was empty, and he didn't get anything.

The wind seems to have lightened a bit. He peeked out through the rocks and saw a very strange scene.

A gray wall appeared a few miles away. When I was far away, I saw that it was an extremely terrifying huge wheal. The gray wall was nothing more than a thick layer of lime that had been sharpened into powder by the air blade, and it was constantly blown by the wind and swirled into a shell of the wind.

Qin Yousang estimated that before he rushed in, he would be cut into pieces by Gangfeng and become blood flowers dotted on the gray wall.

This was it, he retreated back into the rocks with some satisfaction.

When it comes to death, we must always look back on our glorious and proud 100 years. Recall the people and things in your life.