However, Bai Qingyi did not die, nor did he bury himself under the water, and was swept into the bottomless abyss.

And the sounds he had just heard were certainly not the footsteps of the Grim Reaper soaring in the sky.

Now, with the impact of the rushing water, he had been washed out of the underground river, and floated in the stream in the mountain stream, drifting slowly with the flow of the water.

It's just that at the moment when he was washed out of the ground, his head hit the stone, and he felt a little dizzy, but there was an indescribable comfort.

He didn't know exactly when he closed his eyes, he didn't know what fainted, and he didn't know how long he had been drifting in that underground river.

All he knew was that before he fainted, he just tried to keep his mouth shut and hold his breath so that the turbulent water beside him would not pour into his stomach.

Because he knew that as long as he opened his mouth, those turbulent flowing water would continue to pour into his mouth until his stomach could no longer hold and burst.

In the end, however, he could not resist the rushing rivers and could not help but drink a stomach full of water, and as for whether the water could be drunk or not, he did not consider it at all.

Because in a dream—

Actually, he didn't know if he was dreaming or not, anyway, he just felt that his lips were so dry, so they even cracked, so he couldn't help but secretly take a sip.

However, the water was not as sweet as he had imagined, and even had a smell of lime or saltpeter, which made his nose sour and he could not help but sneeze loudly.

And at this time, even if he wants to shut his mouth again, I'm afraid it's too late.

Because those powerful currents of water were already flowing into his mouth when he began to drink the first sip of water, and he couldn't suppress it.

Just when he felt that he was about to suffocate and his stomach was about to burst, his surroundings suddenly began to open up and brighten, as if he had entered Elysium.

Then, his head struck a stone protruding from the riverbank, and he fainted completely.

And for the rest of the day, he drifted down the river and was washed out of the underground river, and when he opened his eyes, he was back in this lovely world.

Bai Qingyi floated in the stream unconsciously.

The babbling stream flowed beside him, as if singing an ode to rebirth.

The stream is surrounded by rocks, and it seems to be no different from the situation in Jizori, but the comfort and freedom are incomparable.

In the drowsiness, a soft light floated down from the top of his head.

After looking closely, I found that at this moment, I was in a cave with a small top and a large bottom, like an upright water hyacinth.

Probably because of the years of erosion of the groundwater, some of the stones and sand have been washed away by the rushing rivers that pass through it, so that the current situation has formed.

Bai Qingyi seemed to have woken up, but he didn't move.

The water slowly stopped and slowed down, and it was no longer as turbulent as it used to be.

The gentle river carried him to the shore, and he remained motionless, just lying on a large rock beside him, and the expression on his face did not know whether it was excitement or what.

He just lay there quietly, looking up at the boulder above his head that sealed the entrance to the cave, his heart was like stagnant water, he pinched his nose, and muttered:

Now, I've been washed out of that damn Jizo, but right now, it seems that I haven't fully come to the outside world, and outside of this cave, I guess it's that wonderful world.

However, what about this big stone above the head, I am afraid that even ten cows will not be able to pull it open, let alone a person, a tired person?

He knew that it would be difficult to move the rock that blocked the movement with his only remaining strength, but he still stood up.

Either way, he's going to give it a try.

If he didn't even have the courage to give it a try, then he would definitely not be a white light coat, and it would be absolutely impossible for him to defeat Sword Thirty.

Bai Qingyi staggered to his feet, walked to the side of the hole, and then, jumping onto a large rock, slowly raising his hands just enough to hold up to the boulder.

Then, I pushed hard.

The stone was as if it had been nailed down, and it could not move the slightest.

Although the stone was heavy and rusty, at last he removed a crack, and then the hole suddenly lit up.

A few rays of sunlight shone in from the crack that had just been removed, and the docile sunlight immediately filled the entire cavern, like a stuffed gold.

This sunlight is probably more joyful than the gold of a cave.

He hadn't seen such a gracious sunshine in days.

Now, the docile sunlight suddenly sprinkled on his face, reflecting his angular face, and suddenly he had the feeling of wanting to embrace the earth and the sky.

However, these seemingly docile sunlight pierced his eyes slightly.

He suddenly felt a slight dizziness, and he could barely stand on his feet.

He sat down on the big stone again, and then, cross-legged, silently breathed his internal strength, and expelled all the filthy breath that had accumulated in his body.

Ever since he fell into that dark hide, he didn't seem to have really rested.

Now, his mind is one, mobilizing every part of his body, and slowly melting away the power that his brother has injected into him, and truly becoming a part of his body.

As his strength melted, his physical strength seemed to be slowly recovering.

His body was covered with a layer of sweat, which should have been the cold qi in the Jizo that had accumulated in his body in the past few days, and now, these cold qi were completely forced out by him with his real strength.

As the circulation of blood accelerated, he only felt that his whole body was extremely comfortable, and a powerful air flow was running through his body, as if his entire body was about to be driven to fly.

Even Bai Qingyi felt a little incredible, in such a tired situation, he could still regain his lost strength and confidence in such a short period of time.

The courage of the white light clothes has increased greatly.

Sunlight poured in through the crack, slowly accumulating, and suddenly the cave was much brighter, and he could already see what was going on around him.

The boulder sealed the entrance to the cave above his head, and if it was really the cave of an upside-down gourd, then, according to common sense, the gurgling water around him should have been blocked by the tall and heavy stone walls around it, and had accumulated in this cave.

But what made him feel strange was that there was not a little water in the cave.

Although the cave was cool, it was not as damp as expected, because the water flowed slowly from under the stones.

And under the stones, there was a constant rumbling sound, as if someone was hitting the ground with something, and it seemed like someone was beating a drum with all their might.

Hmm? What the hell is going on.