This time, not only was the demonic qi that the demon god had injected into Qianzhixuan's body and the turbidity qi he had cultivated all been purified into normal yuan power, but also a lot of the powerful spiritual purity that had been formed in Jinlong Lake after tens of thousands of years had also remained in Qianzhixuan's body.

Under the confrontation between the Demon God and the Golden Dragon Lake, the purified Yuan Force and the clear quality in the Golden Dragon Lake merged into a powerful boost, and Qianzhixuan actually crossed this threshold alive, and his cultivation was promoted to the "Innate Realm".

It is a blessing in disguise. Although Qianzhixuan had broken his fingers, his cultivation had been greatly improved, and he was already at the top of the martial arts cultivation world. To reach this height in just over five years, to create such an incredible miracle, in addition to Qianzhixuan's own good qualifications, all kinds of coincidences are the biggest reasons, especially the Demon God and Jinlonghu.

At this time, the snow stopped, the sun came out of the clouds, because of the breakthrough in cultivation, although Qianzhixuan's clothes were thin and his body was covered with water, he didn't feel cold at all, but the injuries on his body were very painful.

Since he was a child, Qianzhixuan has suffered a lot, and he has experienced many major and minor injuries, and because of this, Qianzhixuan's endurance is very strong. What's more, under the healing effect of the water of Jinlong Lake, although the wounds on Qianzhixuan's body are still painful, they have begun to heal a lot. So he didn't pay attention to the wound.

Qianzhixuan secretly thought about the torture and abuse of Qianao and Emperor Qian, dug a soil pit on the ground, buried his severed finger in the soil, and after burying it, he bowed to the sky and said: "This revenge goes deep into the bone marrow, and it is not shared with the sky!

Originally, Qian Zhixuan wanted to take revenge immediately, but because the injuries on his body were still very serious and he lost a lot of blood, Qian Zhixuan had to decide to hold back for the time being, and after recuperating from his injuries, he was going to take revenge.

So, Qian Zhixuan walked to the edge of the vast forbidden forest on the other side of the lake, and found a shallow cave recessed in the stone wall as a temporary house.

Once he had a place to live, he collected some nuts from the surrounding black iron trees, cracked open the nut shells, and removed the peanut-like fruit.

Qianzhixuan's cultivation was already very difficult, and he didn't need too much food to make a living, so with this little fruit of the black iron tree as food, Qianzhixuan began to hide in the cave to recuperate with peace of mind.

The past few days of recuperating from his injuries have been a kind of torment for Qianzhixuan, he has always remembered his unforgettable hatred for Emperor Qiandi and Qianao, but he has nowhere to vent, he only hopes that his injuries will heal as soon as possible, so as to take revenge.

In order to calm his mind, Qianzhixuan had to practice desperately, breathe and breathe, and enter a state of meditation.

Qian Zhixuan didn't know that the mental mantra he practiced was demonic skill now, so he still kept practicing with the exercises taught by the demon god, and started the process of accumulating demonic qi again.

In this process, Qianzhixuan was like an addict relapsing, the speed of entering the demon was faster than before, and his mind became dark again little by little.

On this day, when Qianzhixuan was cultivating, he suddenly heard the sound of festive firecrackers, and his heart violently rippled, and he suddenly broke away from the state of silence. After sitting quietly for a while, Qian Zhixuan muttered to himself with a blank look: "It's the New Year......"

Qianzhixuan looks forward to the most every year, and his favorite is the New Year, and there are too many warm and happy memories during the New Year, whether it is the dragon and lion dance during the New Year, the lantern temple fair, or the Chinese New Year's Eve meal eaten with Xiaopang and Hongshi......

Qian Zhixuan couldn't help but think about it, but the cold wind outside the cave was even more violent, sprinkling patches of white on the cold ground, making this piece of black iron forest look lonely and heavy.

Yes...... It's Chinese New Year...... Such a day should have been a day for relatives to reunite happily, but where are my relatives? Where is my home? The palace could have been a writer, because although there are no good people there, at least there is still Qian Xiuwen who cares about himself, but now it has completely become hell......

Qian Zhixuan thought about it, he couldn't help but burst into tears, the thoughts of Hong Shi and Xiaopang in his heart became stronger and stronger, he leaned against the stone wall weakly, and softly shouted the names of Master and Xiaopang in his mouth, and one by one the hot tears fell to the ground, melting the ice and snow......

At this moment, Qian Zhixuan hated it so much, hated the yellow-eyed man in yellow who ruined his life, hated the suffering that Emperor Qiandi and Qianao had brought to him in the past two years, he needed to vent immediately!

Qian Zhixuan didn't care about the unhealed injuries on his body, and he didn't care if he was outnumbered, he got up suddenly, clenched his fist that was frozen white, and strode out.

Walking to the frozen Jinlong Lake, Qian Zhixuan suddenly heard a faint cry floating from the edge of Jinlong Lake with the cold wind, the cry was very familiar, Qian Zhixuan couldn't help but jump in his heart, and slowly looked for it along the cry.

In the snowstorm, Qian Zhixuan saw a red figure standing on the edge of Jinlong Lake opposite, crying profusely. After getting along for more than five years, they are not familiar with each other, and Qian Zhixuan immediately recognized that it was Qian Xiuwen.

When Qian Zhixuan saw Qian Xiuwen crying, he was also sad in his heart, and thought: "Who is the imperial sister crying for? Is it me? By the way, she must think that I am dead......

Thinking of Qian Xiuwen, Qian Zhixuan thought that the object of revenge was Qian Xiuwen's father and eldest brother, he regarded Qian Xiuwen as his relatives, and if he took revenge, he would hurt her no matter what.

Qian Zhixuan really couldn't bear it in his heart, and it was difficult to forgive himself for hurting Qian Xiuwen, he struggled for a while, and under the influence of the demonic nature, he still made up his mind to stop looking at Qian Xiuwen who was crying, sighed softly, and turned to leave.

Because Qianzhixuan can't forget the hatred he gritted his teeth every day for more than a month, and he had nowhere to vent;

I can't forget the bullying and abuse that the princes have been treating me for a long time;

I can't forget the cruel smile on my face when I viciously cut off my fingers;

I can't forget Emperor Qian's differential treatment of himself......

......

Qianzhixuan has been completely blackened, he doesn't think about the fact that he is not the blood of the Great Qian's royal family, nor does he think about what happened between him and Qianxiuwen, he no longer feels that he is at fault.

If there is no justice in this world, I will use my own sword to get it back, and if there is no justice in this world, I will kill a fair! I will never let anyone in this world still bully me! For this reason, even if the blood of this heaven and earth is shed!

Qian Zhixuan clenched the long sword in his hand, the red light flashed in his eyes, his eyes became more and more determined, murderous, and for the first time he showed his murderous and ruthless side.