The aisles in the cave are sometimes large and sometimes small.

When the space in the cave suddenly became larger, Bai Qingyi's heart suddenly relaxed, thinking that he had reached the exit, but before he could completely relax, as soon as he turned around, the space in the cave was slowly becoming smaller again.

Sometimes, small places need to be bent to pass, and sometimes they are so small that they even need to crawl on the ground to get through.

His heart tends to rise and fall with the size of the space inside the cave.

He held a torch in one hand and held the rock walls on both sides in the other, and walked slowly.

No matter how big or small the space in the cave was, even if there was only a slight gap left in the end, he had to crawl over it, and he definitely didn't want to turn around and go back.

Because he knew that he had completely gambled his life this time.

There may be a glimmer of hope if he goes all the way down this cave, and though it is so slim and out of reach, he still wants to try.

If he really turned back, he even doubted whether he still had the confidence to return to his original place, and whether he had the strength to return to his original place.

Therefore, when there was only a gap left in the space in the cave at the end, and there was no possibility of even passing through, he still gritted his teeth, and even slowly split the stone above with his palm to pass through.

Now, his brother has passed on to him the skills of more than 20 years of his life.

Twenty years ago, he was already the top master in the rivers and lakes, but in today's rivers and lakes, he believes that there is no opponent for him.

Therefore, it was easy to chop those stones down, but despite this, he did not dare to exert his skills excessively.

Because at this time, the most important thing is physical strength.

Therefore, at this time, he had to stop for a long time to observe the direction, size and depth of the rock crevice, and then make a judgment and make a direction to walk, so as to save his already extremely tired physical strength.

At this time, how he wished that he could find some hidden secret or coordinate in these gaps, or narrow, or chaotic stone crevices, or simply get out of this seemingly infinitely elongated corridor.

However, after walking for a long time, he was still disappointed.

He was even desperate.

The further he went, the deeper the corridor became, and the air in the corridor became more and more humid and thinner, and his heart seemed to be pressing a thousand catties of boulders, as if all these rocks on the top of his head were pressed on his body, suffocating him and making him breathless.

Then, suddenly, he sensed an unusually serious problem.

He's underground now, so if you want to get out of this hellish place, you should go up, right, but he always feels like he's going down.

Where is he going, what is the place waiting for him in front of this unknown road, is it really the legendary Yellow Spring?

Maybe it's his own delusion, he can only comfort himself like this.

He also felt more and more cold on his body.

However, he still had to hold on.

No matter where this road leads, whether it is Huangquan or heaven, he definitely does not want to give up, because this is a gap opened by his brother's life, which brings him the last glimmer of hope.

He really didn't want his brother's blood to be shed in vain.

The road is getting deeper and deeper.

Every time, when he came to the end of a road, he would suddenly feel happy, and he felt that he was about to reach the end, and he was about to see the exit.

He was about to rush over in one go, but to his surprise, there was a longer corridor waiting for him at the end of the road.

This road seems to be endless, just like his cold heart.

All around was deathly quiet and dark.

Those dull breath and cold stone walls were like a thin knife, slowly cutting Bai Qingyi's nerves, cutting his pulse, and he felt that if he was not careful, one of his big heads was about to be cut off.

On both sides of the road, there are strange stones, countless protruding stones stretching their long limbs in the darkness.

It looked as if the fierce giant beast that had been left here since the flood era was waiting for the opportunity to bite Bai Qingyi.

The light of the torches was even more dim in the dark and cold corridors.

However, if it weren't for the light of these dim torches in his hand, which made him carefully avoid the horns of the stones that protruded from the side by him, he would have been hit on the head and bled out.

Bai Qingyi secretly complained.

Now, he has a good skill and a peerless martial arts, but he is forced to be in a hurry by these disorderly and protruding dead things.

His eyes had to look at the rocks that stretched out above his head, and he had to keep an eye on the criss-crossing stones under his feet, fearing that he would be pricked or tripped.

In this kind of place, once you trip and fall, it may not be as simple as planting a mouth to chew, and it may kill you.

Because those sudden stone shoots are like daggers out of the sheath, waiting for his neck to pierce his throat.

Although he had been cautious all along, his waist was slightly scratched by a long stalagmite that suddenly came out.

Although it didn't hurt the vital point, the place that was just scratched was still spicy and painful, like a red chili pepper suddenly broke.

The more tired you are, the more obvious the pain.

He changed his hand to hold the torch and leaned against one of the stone walls, gasping for air.

However, he did not dare to rest for too long, for now if he stayed a little longer, those heavy tiredness would come over him, like a surging river, and his body and limbs would become heavier and heavier, as if they had been filled with lead.

However, just as he was about to leave the stone wall he was leaning against after he had finished breathing, an accident suddenly happened, as if it had been designed to wait for him there.

Maybe it's chance, maybe it's coincidence, maybe it's providence, maybe it's Bai Qingyi's sincerity that touched the heavens, just when he was about to leave that place, the drop of water that accumulated on the rock wall above his head—

I don't know how long the drop of water has been accumulating there, maybe it was a month ago, maybe it was half a year ago, it was already full of strength, and it should have dripped down.

However, it waited until the white light coat stopped a little under it, and even the moment it was about to leave, before it dripped silently.

It was so light that it was silent, as light as the boundless darkness around him, dripping down on him.

And, as if afraid that he would ignore him, it just dripped, and then, there was a piercing "bang".

If Bai Qingyi only believed in his subjective efforts in this life, and did not believe in any chance or miracle at all, then at this moment, when the drop of water made a slightly harsh sound on the torch, he believed it.

Moreover, just when he was attracted by this piercing "bang" sound and just wanted to lean over to see a little more clearly, a miracle suddenly appeared.

When the drop of water fell on the torch, it not only made a piercing sound, but instead of extinguishing the torch, it suddenly grew a little taller.

At that time, Bai Qingyi just turned his head, and his face was facing the flames.