Li Qingxuan staggered out of the hiding pit.

The cave at this time was pitch black, with no moss remaining at all, becoming exactly the same as the passage outside.

He shook his head twice, took out the fluorescent stone and threw it on both sides of the channel, keeping his vision transparent, and then leaned softly on the wall to restore his mana.

Compared with the outside world, the spiritual energy here is not only a lot of impurities, but also very violent. It is very difficult to cause it, but also causes impurity in magic power.

Unfortunately, the pills to restore magic power are expensive, and Li Qingxuan doesn’t have them either.

It took about several hours to touch it.

He opened his eyes again and frowned: "If it were outside, my mana had already been restored at this time, but here I had barely recovered 70% to 80%, and there were a lot of impurities in my mana."

The key is not to know if there were many situations just now.

If there are many, even if the monks imprisoned in the Hurricane Mountains know that this will make their magic power impure, they will be forced to absorb the spiritual energy here in the face of danger.

Fortunately, he won't be locked up here for a long time.

For safety reasons, Li Qingxuan is not going to continue exploring it.

He stood up, put away the fluorescent stone, and walked outward.

Although the passages here are chaotic and numerous, as long as the direction is good, you can return to the outside world.

Li Qingxuan had no food worries, so he planned to find a thick place near the outside area, dig a hole in the ground to hide, and wait until the token comes to release the communication before going out.

Along the way, traces of the wind just now raging were still everywhere.

Li Qingxuan also saw some substances that looked like human bones, but unfortunately he was very weathered, so he was not sure.

I was about to walk out of the cave.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

A bent and twisted corpse lying on the corner more than fifty meters away...

Li Qingxuan got closer and his spiritual sense spread. He decided that the other party was really dead, not a trap set, and then he walked up with confidence.

The corpse was in a miserable state of death and could no longer recognize its appearance. It could only barely tell that it was a male cultivator with fresh scars on his body. It should be the unlucky guy who had just exploded with the cold wind.

This unlucky guy, the flesh and blood in his body had turned into mud after countless collisions, and the bones on his body were completely broken. The broken mouth pierced the flesh and blood and came outside, looking like white roots growing from his body.

If the robe was not strong, the other party would have no chance to leave a complete corpse.

Li Qingxuan looked back at the gloomy cave behind him with fear, and did not dare to waste time. He grabbed the storage bag that was not missing on the other party and quickly left.

He did not see any trace of life outside, which means that outside may be more dangerous than in the passage.

When he arrived at the area where the passage was much less trampled by the cold wind, Li Qingxuan stopped, took out the top-grade magic weapon, Flying Sword, and began to dig.

The top-grade magic weapon, flying sword, sharp.

moment.

Li Qingxuan crawled out of a hole panting.

"I don't know how many years the rocks here have been bragged about by the cold wind. The harder they get into the inside. I have the best magic weapon, flying sword, and I can only go deeper six meters deep. It's a terrible dream to create a big cave."

Due to the environment, he worked hard for the last time and only dug out a rough bend that could accommodate only a body.

Because of the design of the entrance and exit, this passage should be good for evacuation, but it cannot be entered normally, otherwise it will easily become a turtle in a jar, which is very unsafe.

There was no movement around except for the noisy wind.

Li Qingxuan was bored and while recovering his strength, he simply took out the storage bag he had just obtained and checked the things inside.

This storage bag is not a standard storage bag sent to the outer disciples of Xuanbao Pavilion, and it has about ten feet of space.

It’s just that there are very few things in the storage bag.

There are no magic tools, talismans, elixirs, and other things.

Instead, there were a lot of gray mushrooms piled up in the corner inside.

On the side of the mushrooms, there are two stone jars that are directly taken out by the rocks.

Li Qingxuan controlled his spiritual sense and opened it. He found that there were five or six animal corpses similar to rat-shaped bodies in the stone jar. The surface of the corpse was still emitting Yin evil spirits.

"Is this the food that my disciples are locked up here on weekdays?"

It looks a bit miserable.

It’s better to be punished to go to mining. Although the mixed spiritual energy in the mine can corrupt the body, at least the wine and meat can make you full.

Li Qingxuan's spiritual consciousness passed through these things and turned to the other side.

In another corner of the storage bag, there is even less stuff.

There are more than ten paper books, seven or eight dull spirit stones, and more than thirty used up ethereal stones. In addition, there is only a inferior jade pendant and some white paper ink.

"These books are all miscellaneous books and have no value. But these white papers seem to be suicide notes written by the disciple before..."

I am idle too.
Chapter completed!