I don't know how long it took, Qin Yan was sleeping groggily, and in a trance, he suddenly felt that his body was falling rapidly, and countless tombstones swept towards him. He let out a cold snort in the fog, and dimly felt the overlapping ghostly figures roaring and dissolving into a large vortex as black as ink, pulling his consciousness towards it, and suddenly falling into an emptiness.

How similar this situation is to that day in the Pavilion of Immortality!

He shuddered, and suddenly woke up, stood up and opened his senses, only to realize that he was still sleeping on the stone bed, and that the terrifying scene just now was just a nightmare.

Isn't this "thinking by day and dreaming by night"?

Others only said that he had persisted in the Wusheng Pavilion for five whole days, and he looked extremely beautiful, but they didn't know that his fear of the Wusheng Pavilion had been deeply imprinted in his soul.

After a long silence alone in the dark, he let out a long breath of turbidity, and his consciousness expanded even further, until it reached the outside of the cave, and found that it was an extremely dark night outside, and there was not a single starlight. Far away, there seemed to be a low, shrill laughter, like a ghost crying. He wiped a cold sweat and felt the power in his body, and then he felt more steady.

After sitting for a moment, drowsiness returned, and he lay down on his back, meditating on the void, and fell into a drowsy sleep again.

The stars turn, the light and shadow change, and the colorful colors are intertwined into the most wonderful dream. Watching in a daze as several stars swirled into a whole, and more and more shining stars approached him, as if he had experienced the process of the beginning of the world, he unconsciously gave birth to a faint joy in his heart. As if something beautiful was about to happen, he looked forward to opening his eyes, but there was darkness without light or fire. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, swept away the melancholy of loss, opened his senses, and found that it was still dark outside.

In a dream, it seems that a long time has passed. Are two very different dreams portending something?

He suddenly felt a little cold, and that chill seemed to occupy his heart, even if the blood overflowed his chest and the spiritual power flowed, he still couldn't get rid of that fear of the unknown.

In the Demon Gate, wanting to sleep peacefully has become an unattainable luxury!

He meditated for a while, and finally dispelled the fatigue of waking up, and the spiritual platform returned to clarity. I can't sleep anyway, so let's just continue to cultivate!

He sat cross-legged, pinched the seal, controlled his spiritual power with his divine sense, and once again sank into the realm of emptiness and selflessness.

As the spiritual power of cultivation gradually deepened, the stone room was filled with wisps of sandalwood-like aura, covering up the faint fragrance of yesterday's woman. Qin Yan was in a quiet state, his clothes were windless, and his body gradually rose out of bed, as if he was supported by an invisible lotus platform, and his body flowed with the aura of a white fairy, as if he was a fairy.

After a long time, there seemed to be a breeze blowing in the distance, blowing through the cypress trees in front of the cave, and he suddenly felt something, and suddenly opened his eyes, and the amazing look in his eyes flashed away. He got up, his consciousness spreading, and he found that it was already the dawn outside. A ray of morning light is reflected on the divine consciousness, transmitting a faint and warm feeling to the origin of the spiritual platform, making people feel comfortable.

He got up, his consciousness extended farther away, and he looked at a white-bellied finch on the branch of the cypress tree in front of the cave with the eyes of his heart.

At this time, the sound of stagnant footsteps approached, and a tall and thin figure in Tsing Yi appeared within his range of perception. That person was the culprit who caused Qin Yan to wake up from his meditation!

It was a young man in his twenties, carrying a long sword and a long shirt reaching the ground, quite heroic, but unfortunately his chin was slightly pointed and his cheekbones were prominent, which made his face appear a gloomy color, which made people look at it.

He is Song Qing, the culprit of sending Wang Nian to his death in the mouth of Ouyang's junior brother. Qin Yan also said yesterday that he would wait a few days to trouble him, and he didn't want him to take the initiative to send it to the door!

It seems that my carefully selected Qihuang Cave has become a tourist attraction that anyone can come to. If this young master doesn't fulfill the friendship of the landlord, won't he be able to live up to Senior Brother Song's Yaxing?

He stood up, opened his happy eyes from the void, and took Song Qing's every move outside the cave into his eyes without any landing, seeing that the other party suddenly felt something and looked frightened, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a sneer with a bad taste.

As soon as Song Qing walked to the front of the cave, he suddenly felt a chill from his back spine, and he sensed that there seemed to be an invisible eye above his head watching him with pure evil thoughts, which made him so frightened that he almost couldn't help but run away.

He looked around with his head up, but he didn't notice anything unusual, just felt that the evil thoughts that were haunting him for no apparent reason were getting stronger and stronger. If he closed his eyes at this time, what would emerge in front of him would not be a cave, but an ancient beast entrenched on the cliff bank, grinding its teeth and sucking blood!

Such a terrifying feeling welled up in his heart that he began to wonder if his decision to visit this time was wrong.

His gloomy face showed a gloomy color, and his steps swirled back and forth, lingering at the entrance of the cave for a long time, and finally he sighed and called, "Chief Senior Brother!"

No response.

Song Qing waited for a moment, then called again, but still did not answer. He took a deep breath and stepped into the deep corridor.

At this moment, his life is tied to the choice of the other party's thoughts, and no matter what choice he makes, in the end, he will not be able to withstand the change in the mood of the chief adult...... Resign yourself to fate! The fate of Senior Brother Ouyang and Senior Brother Ye Ying told them not to try in vain to escape this trial.

On the other hand, isn't the so-called danger and judgment changed by the will of the chief lord? as long as he can move him, it is the most reliable guarantee for his own little life!

He held his breath, took a few steps against the tide of endless darkness, avoided several warning devices, went deeper than ten meters into the corridor, and stopped in front of a trap of a chain network. He watched carefully for a long time, and the route in his line of sight kept changing, countless warning strips symbolizing the crisis were intricately leading to all directions, but the only safe path was only a momentary opening time. With his style, if he sprints with all his might, he will probably be able to pass, but the area behind him is muddy, and I don't know what kind of crisis is lurking. If there was the same trap behind it, he didn't have the confidence that he would be able to get out of it.

So Song Qing decisively stopped, opened his voice and called in a deep voice: "Chief senior brother, junior brother Song Qing asks to see!"

'It's really boring!' Qin Yan in the stone room sneered and sighed. I was still a little interested, but this time it was all dispelled. Song Qing is also a famous and surnamed master under Dugu Sheng, and it is better to meet him when he looks famous today. Compared with yesterday's Song Qingsha, he is too far behind!