The night was deep, the moon was faint and the stars were sparse, and the silence was terrible. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Only a few torches were lit loosely on the mine, and it was dim and hazy, the miners were all imprisoned, the Blood Tiger guards were all immersed in their own fun, and only a few sentry posts were holding out.

Jiang Yu and Bai are the ruling clans of Cangguo, this mine is branded with the three clans, no one dares to make trouble, the so-called sentry is just a routine, and it is of little significance whether it exists or not.

"Why haven't you come out yet?" the middle-aged guard on duty paced in the mine.

No matter how deep and winding the mine is, even if the mine slave drags the shackles in and out, it won't take a cup of tea time.

The Blood Tiger guards are strong and strong, but an hour has passed since Scarface's companion entered the mine, which is obviously not normal.

The middle-aged guard was always hesitant, wanting to go in and find out, but he didn't want to bear the damage caused by the flames.

"If I die again, I will be tortured ......"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, although the mine slave was not worth mentioning and could be abused wantonly, but it was a big deal to really miss and hurt his life.

If there are too many people who die in their hands, the mine supervisor will blame the crime, and a whipping will be indispensable.

That's not a warrior whipping a mining slave with a leather whip, but also having to weigh the strength of the hand, the torture whip is a psychic magic weapon, urged by a special monk.

The torture whip was whipped with all his might, and there were not a few people who broke the soul of Xingtai.

Not long ago, Scarface was too impulsive and accidentally killed eight miners, and the two were tortured together, and they couldn't get out of bed for the last three months.

In the past month, several more people have died at Scarface's hands, and he really doesn't want to suffer anymore, otherwise he would really die unjustly.

Compared with this reckless partner, he has more years of experience, a little more cautious and calm, and a little more cowardly.

The mine slave was abnormal, and he paced back and forth all night along the safety line that was invaded by the flames, and his heart was like numbness.

......

Xiang Yan waited anxiously in the mine.

His situation is delicate, his future fate is not in his hands, and the choice of the middle-aged martial artist outside the cave.

If the middle-aged warrior chooses to enter the mine, Xiang Yan's old trick will be repeated, and the escape plan will be more than half successful.

If the middle-aged warrior chooses to wait and see and report to the supervisor, the news that the Blood Tiger Guard has fallen into the mine and has not returned spread, not only will the Yongdao maze be discovered, but Xiang Yan will be even more unable to escape death.

Fortunately, after experiencing the fading of his light when he was a teenager, and after three years of slavery life, his heart is much more mature than his peers, not only reining in the arrogance and arrogance of the past, but also becoming tenacious and unyielding, calm and resolute.

Therefore, Xiang Yan quickly calmed down, since no matter what outcome he faced, he couldn't avoid it, so he bravely faced it.

"Fight the sword to the end of the world!"

While waiting, Xiang Yan gently rubbed the remnant sword in his hand, looking forward to the future, and in a trance, he was bold and courageous.

After a while, he got up suddenly, wanting to test the strength of his physical body, and since he was reborn, although he felt that his strength was extraordinary, he had never really felt it.

After thinking about it for a while, he chose a slightly smaller stone, only half his height, and his arms exerted force violently, but he easily coped with it, just like picking up a piece of Yang Yan Crystal Ore casually.

"Sure enough, it's a sea change!"

Xiang Yan couldn't help but be overjoyed, his heart was pounding, he was excited, and he kept waking up in his mind that he couldn't go overboard and extinguish the heat in his heart.

After all, the path of cultivation is long and miserable, and it is far from so simple to become stronger.

In the beginning, it is necessary to forge the wheel of life based on the mortal womb of the flesh, and the same origin of life and death, in order to achieve humanity and sanctification for transcendent sanctification, and then to achieve the karma of three lives, blinding the heavens, relying on the heavenly path to soar, and the infinite realm.

And casting the wheel of life is to temper the flesh to the extreme, using the flesh as a furnace to fuse all kinds of forces into one, and derive a mysterious space in the body.

On the other hand, it is also to refine the rules of the origin, understand the true meaning of power, and condense the fragments of the origin in the flesh and blood, producing a unique innate imprint.

But these are too far away for Xiang Yan, and now he is still struggling outside the Solid Origin Realm.

Although he has had adventures and transformed his physique, his cultivation is not a big luck, he can soar to the sky, after all, he has to be down-to-earth, hard work, and climb to the top.

What he has to do is to refine the essence of qi and blood, so that the muscles and veins will expand, the acupuncture points will be relaxed, and the body will become more and more vigorous and strong, so as to open up the sea of blood and enter the solid beginning realm.

"Drink another drop of blood, go out with me, find a place to stand, practice well, sweep the mine first, and then destroy the Jiang Yu and Bai clans!"

Xiang Yan quickly calmed down, stood with his sword in his hand, and waited for the choice of the people outside the mine.

The middle-aged warrior hesitated for a long time, but he still walked into the mine with trepidation, and quickly swept towards the depths, teaching Xiang Yan's heart to fluctuate, and his eyes were clear.

This time, he hid directly in the corridor, very close to the mine, and as soon as the middle-aged warrior stepped into the maze, he attracted the stone wall and trapped him.

This time, however, he miscalculated.

The middle-aged blood tiger guard stood at the entrance of the Yongdao and stopped, calling out to his companions a few times, but did not get a response, and did not intend to continue to search for the Yongdao at all, but decisively turned around and prepared to leave.

"Is this a pus-filled coward, or a cunning fox?"

Xiang Yan was in a hurry, if he was let go like this, everything he did would be in vain.

"Knock knock!"

He banged on the wall, deliberately making a noise, hoping to draw the Blood Tiger Guard's attention and discourage him from running away from the idea of mistaking it for a companion's response.

It's just that Xiang Yan was disappointed again.

When the middle-aged warrior heard the tremor, he did not stop and turn around to check what was going on, but quickened his pace and hurriedly escaped from the mine without looking back.

"Poof!"

The light in the mine was dim, and in a panic, he hit a boulder, fell to the ground, and his arms were bleeding.

Xiang Yan couldn't care so much, he rushed out of the corridor, chasing the middle-aged warrior, and while he was marching, the remnant sword in his hand trembled violently, broke free, and turned into a streamer, which went straight into the heart of the Blood Tiger Warrior.

The remnant sword gurgled and drank blood, continuing to slowly repair itself.

All this made people surprised and delighted, Xiang Yan even had doubts, as if this sword had an independent life consciousness, and getting along with a warrior was not a simple life-selling artifact.

However, with many previous experiences, these are not surprising.

After the corpse was completely weakened, Xiang Yan picked up the remnant sword, looted all the money and property, and threw the corpse into the Yongdao maze to clean up the bloodstains.

As for whether the formation will be cracked or not, and whether the bronze ancient hall will be revealed in the world, depends on the will of heaven, he triggered the stone wall, gambled on the gap, and piled up gravel, and then left satisfied.

It seemed that even the heavens were helping, lightning and thunder roared outside the sky, it rained heavily, the torches were extinguished, the entire mine was completely invisible, and the blood tiger guards on the sentry were huddled in the towers so as not to get wet.

"A new life after the rain!"

At the entrance of the mine, he let go of his state of mind, raised his head to accept the baptism of rain, and couldn't help but feel happy and happy.

There is no feeling of freedom without restraint, everyone yearns for it, the benevolent self-discipline, the pursuit of freedom in the world without taboos, the debauchery of the evildoer, the pursuit of doing whatever you want and no one can control it.

Whether it's benevolent or evil, Xiang Yan enjoys the moment.

After being suppressed in the dark mine for many years, imprisoned by shackles, and bullied by the vicious Blood Tiger Guards, it is naturally endless joy to get rid of it completely, like a bird returning to the mountains and forests, and a fish swimming in the sea.

But the danger is not far away, and there is still a long way to go.

He took advantage of the dark night of rain and fog, under the pouring rain, quietly, and slipped away towards the mountain, but the road was unobstructed, without encountering any obstacles and dangers.

Sooner or later, the Blood Tiger guards would react, and Xiang Yan took two steps and one step at a time, not wanting to lose anything, and burrowed into another mountain forest overnight.

"Jiang Yubai, wait for me to come back!" On a hill far away from the mine, he raised his eyes and looked up at the endless dark sky, and couldn't help but be proud.

......

In the second half of the night, the rain stopped and the mine torches were lit again.

"Auditors, it's a big deal......

"What's the noise!" the supervisor slept soundly, and in the middle of the night, the third watch was suddenly woken up by someone outside, and he was irritable.

"There are mine slaves who have escaped, and the guards on duty are nowhere to be found!" the man outside the house bent down, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, and his voice became lower and lower, "All the ore collected has lost its spiritual power......"

The supervisor jumped out of bed, and his anxiety suddenly disappeared, and while rushing towards the mine, he decisively ordered, "Enter the mine, take the frost and cold armor!"

"Does a mine slave have an identity?" he asked casually.

"Han Chu Zhan Wangfu, Uncle Xiang's son!" replied with his right-hand man bowing his head.

Suddenly, the supervisor's body stiffened, he almost fell, his face turned pale, and he shouted, "The children of the wealthy family are really not simple, they are strong-willed, and they can escape from the mine, which is unprecedented, if the news leaks, no one can bear the thunderous anger of the Han Chu War Mansion......"

"My lord, the spiritual power of the ore has all degraded, what should I do?"

"It's a trifle!"

The supervisor roared, his expression gloomy, "If you have to find a way, if the mine slave dies in the mine, everything is easy to say, at most a few whips, otherwise you and I will end up in martial arts......"