When all is silent, no more rocks fall, and the earth forms a subtle fulcrum for the people underneath to survive. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pu Yangzi, Zhou Lanruo, Guo Tianyou and Yang Tianren all collapsed to the ground, the fine beads of sweat on their foreheads, their sweat-soaked clothes, and their pale faces, all told everyone that they no longer had any extra strength.

"My legs!

"My arm!~"

"Who's going to save me~!"

The sound of wailing and screaming was endless, and with such a large-scale collapse, how many people could have the same cultivation as them.

Zhou Lanruo stood up with his body bold, and in the darkness, his face revealed a hint of holiness, dragging his tired steps to help those who were crushed under the boulder.

Looking at the junior brother who had lost half of his body and couldn't stop howling, Zhou Lanruo's cold face showed pity, and the pain was fully revealed.

Guo Tianyou came to Zhou Lanruo's side, pulled out his long sword, and with one sword, he killed the person who was wailing on the ground.

Silence, silence, silence seems to be left in the dark underground.

Those who can be saved have been rescued, and those who can't be saved can only be killed by a sword, and some disciples who are missing arms and legs don't know whether to be happy or sad.

said that he was lucky, at least he was still alive, and he was many times luckier than those brothers who had been sleeping underground for a long time.

said that it is sad, missing arms, missing legs, unless there is a great opportunity, otherwise the meridians of the hands and feet will be cut off, and the martial arts will not be able to advance an inch for a lifetime, even if they return to the sect, they can only be reduced to marginal figures.

Will we ever be able to return to the sect?

In the dark and small space, everyone thought in unison, their minds were full of lingering haze, and sometimes, death might also be a relief.

"Damn! Damn!" Pu Yangzi's dust has long been thrown away, his hair in a messy bun, his cheeks covered in blood, and his tattered clothes, looking like a madman at the moment.

In this small space without the slightest light, filled with dead silence, the disabled team of less than 200 people, as time passed, there were constantly seriously injured and incurable people dying quietly.

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled! I still have! I still have a good life to enjoy......" Every time Puyangzi said, everyone's hearts involuntarily trembled.

Who can be willing? Who here is not a coquettish son of the sect? How can he be willing to enjoy endless glory and wealth waiting for him at home?

"Enough!" Yudingguan Guo Tianyou shouted violently, and pulled out his long sword and pointed it at his throat, stopping Pu Yangzi's howl, so that Pu Yangzi's already on the verge of collapse was restrained by the naked killing machine.

"Okay, don't make any more trouble at this time, everyone hurry up and recover your true qi, let's dig up, there is always hope of escaping!" Qingxuguan Yang Tianren held Guo Tianyou's arm, trying to persuade everyone's emotions.

Yes, no matter how deep the ground is, there is always a top, keep digging up, and you will always go out!

Everyone was on their knees cross-legged, trying to recover the true qi in their bodies, and even if there was a little hope, everyone wanted to hold on.

......

"A broken bead, as for such a big movement?" Xiao Chen spat out the blood foam in his mouth, slowly running the true qi in his body to repair his injuries.

Xiao Chen's body was supported by the weapons on his back, and all kinds of divine weapons were reduced to brackets at this time, supporting this small space that was less than a zhang.

After a long time, Xiao Chen, who had soothed his internal injuries, got up and dug up, the space was too narrow, and Xiao Chen even vaguely felt that the air was constantly thinning.

Turning a blind eye to all kinds of abrasions on his body, he waved the ruthless knife in his hand, only to see the rubble falling above it.

The ruthless knife sharpens iron like mud, even if there is no support of true qi, it still cuts stones like rot, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang......

Tirelessly digging upward, Xiao Chen didn't want to stop, but the thin air made him feel that once he stopped, he was afraid that he would never have a chance to get up again.

Sweating like rain, his arms have long since lost the flexibility they had just now, and his originally powerful moves have become as fluttering and powerless as rootless duckweed.

There was a slight confusion in his eyes, his legs trembled a little, and the whirring pant in his mouth brought a hot pain in his lungs.

Warriors are not gods, they also need oxygen, even if the Jindan period warriors can breathe inside, they must be extracted from the surrounding water and soil, in this small and closed dark space, the limited air is completely insufficient to provide a person's normal activities.

A quarter of an hour, half an hour, an hour, time passed quietly, and the knife in Xiao Chen's hand was even weaker, but the speed of digging became faster and faster.

The knife move is like a stroke of genius, and every time it is just right to cut on that subtle fulcrum, it seems to be slowing down, but it is unconsciously blurred to reach the profound realm of weightlifting.

I don't know the moonrise, I don't know the sunset, everything seems to be far away from Xiao Chen, "The Eight Methods in the Well" breaks through the limit again and again in this magical state, reaching a higher realm.

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the sluggish spirit was cleared in an instant, and the original magical state disappeared without a trace.

The whole body seemed to burst out with infinite power, and under a few swords, an exit appeared that allowed one person to walk together.

One step up, but another collapsed heaven and earth, and a few rays of sunlight could be faintly seen overhead.

Greedily breathing in the fresh air, something that Xiao Chen had never felt was so important, at this moment, it seemed like the most precious reward of heaven and earth.

Before he had time to look up to the sky and laugh, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the muscles of his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and Xiao Chen fell to the ground with all his strength.

The internal injuries were unstoppably aggravating, the wounds on the arms and waist and abdomen had cracked open at some point, and the bubbling blood flowed out, but Xiao Chen no longer had the strength to stop the bleeding and heal the injury.

Do you want to die here?

Looking at the faint rays of sunlight, Xiao Chen seemed to have returned to a long, long time ago.

Tianshu gently opened his arms, with a gentle smile and an uncontrollable shyness on his face, "Childe, Tianshu misses you." ”

Chai Miaoling wore a red veil, stood barefoot and graceful, and charmed all beings with a smile, "Xiao Chenchen, my sister misses you." ”

Fan Yueyi's hands kept stirring in front of her chest, with a little shyness, a little arrogant little domineering, "Bastard, I, I miss you." ”

"Well, I've missed you too. While muttering to himself, Xiao Chen's spirit became more and more tired, so he wanted to close his eyes like this.

knew that it was an illusion, but this suffocating illusion still made Xiao Chen, who had reached the limit, confused.

I can't die yet, because I miss you!

His face became hideous, and he struggled to break free from this inextricable illusion, Xiao Chen used his last bit of strength to use the healing chapter in the "Nine Yin True Scripture......