The cold moon is long, the stars are dotted, and the waves are sparkling.

On a small calm lake, a man in white is lying on a boat and singing softly, raising a glass to relieve his sorrow.

--call…

A strong wind blew, and the originally calm lake surface suddenly burst into huge waves. The boat floating on the lake swayed unsteadily, as if it might be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

"Who...? Come out..."

The man in white who was still intoxicated in the night suddenly stood up. His eyes were bright, like a hawk in the dark, scanning all directions. He didn't look as lazy as before.

"No one is allowed to come here without my permission from now on, including you... Also, Xiaoyu is not suitable for you."

For a long time, I only heard a cold voice coming from all directions. The voice was vague and uncertain, sometimes far and sometimes near. Under the sound waves, there were waves of water...

At this moment, the man in white looked extremely ugly and clenched his fists. Until the sound disappeared, the man in the darkness was not seen.

The falling flowers are intentional, but the flowing water is ruthless; I want to be with my lover, but I am not allowed in every possible way.

Obviously, this old and cold voice was like an ice pick, piercing the man's heart.

"Uh...ah..."

Reluctant, angry, helpless, and all kinds of negative emotions emerged. The man spread his arms and roared to the sky. Suddenly, the entire lake rolled, melted into a hundred-foot water dragon, rushed out of the sky, exploded in the void, and turned into droplets of water.

The water droplets rustled down and landed on the lake, causing ripples. The man stood on the tip of the boat in a daze, but his whole body was already soaked.

"Father, I will never give up."

A low roar came from the man's mouth, and his deep eyes glanced somewhere in the void, then turned into a ray of white light and disappeared into the vast night.

...

"Hey, Xue'er, why are you doing this?"

After a long time, I saw a black shadow floating out of the darkness, looking at the direction the man was leaving, and sighed.

One month later, outside the Bluestone City Gate, two men in white stood one after another, it was Yan Xiaolong and Tian Xuan.

"Senior Brother Yan, please be careful when going to Nanhuo Palace this time."

"Well, junior brother, don't worry. Now in China, there are people who can hurt me. How many people are there? I hope that when I come back in half a year, I hope to see a brand new Divine Sword Sect."

Yan Xiaolong patted Tian Xuan on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"Well, take care..."

The two of them looked at each other without saying any unnecessary words. One look contained everything.

The breeze blew by, and my black hair floated in the wind. I stared at the retreating figure without moving for a long time.

...

In the far west, huge black waves are rolling into the sky. Looking around, the entire sea is filled with ghosts and is boundless. At the end of the sea, there are sometimes bursts of shrill howls that make people's scalp numb.

.This sea is the Sea of ​​Bitterness, one of the eight forbidden areas in the Shenzhou Continent, and in the depths of this huge sea with no signs of life, only a huge palace in pitch black can be seen, firmly located at the bottom of the deep sea.

Deep in the huge palace, next to a small pool, there were two tall men in black standing on the left and right. One of them was holding a white-haired man who had been unconscious for a long time.

"Mr. Wangchuan, do you really want to soak him in this hell?"

I saw the man wearing a bamboo hat pointing blankly at the small pond, with a hint of fear in his tone.

"Khan, now, this is all we can do."

Next to the man in the bamboo hat, the tall and handsome man in black looked helpless. His deep eyes fell on the man in the bamboo hat and said lightly.

"Yeah, I understand."

Feeling the gaze of the man in black, the man in the bamboo hat responded in a low voice and walked slowly towards the small pool.

"Ah... such a strong ghost energy?"

After a moment, a cry of surprise came out.

I saw the man in the bamboo hat standing blankly by the pool. The exclamation was obviously made by him.

"The water of the Yellow Spring was produced in the Nine Netherworlds of the Mythical Age. The evil spirit and ghost energy in it are far beyond the tolerance of humans. If we are more careful, the Yellow Spring will not be enough to cause any harm to us. Don't worry."

Glancing at the man in a bamboo hat sitting by the pool, the man in black behind him said calmly.

Hearing the words of the man behind him, the man in the bamboo hat calmed down, looked solemnly at the calm dark yellow liquid in the pool, took a deep breath, and gently put the white-haired man in his hand into the pool.

Gudong... Gudong...

The moment the white-haired man immersed himself in the pool water, the originally calm water suddenly began to boil like white water about to boil.

"Get away from that pool of water quickly."

Just when the man in the bamboo hat was stunned, a loud shout came from behind, and then the man in the bamboo hat seemed to have thought of something, and instantly turned into a black shadow and moved away from the small pond.

At the same time, there was an explosion in the small pool, and streams of dark yellow liquid gushed out several feet high like a fountain, pushing the unconscious white-haired man high into the sky.

Seeing the sudden vision, the man in the bamboo hat couldn't help but tremble, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"If you had been a step later and been touched by the yellow liquid, you would have become a disabled person."

After a long while, the man in black glanced at the man in the bamboo hat with a complicated look on his face, snorted softly, and walked out.

——Plop...

The silent man in the bamboo hat looked up and saw that the fountain formed by the yellow liquid had disappeared, and the white man also fell into the pool. Except for the splashing yellow water drops, everything returned to calm.

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"Sigh... I hope I can see you come out alive in ten years."

With a sigh, the man in the bamboo hat took one last look at the white-haired young man in the pool and disappeared.

The two people left one after another, and the huge back hall suddenly fell into a dead silence. The only difference was that the white-haired man who was originally sleeping in the underworld had his eyes open at this time, and he was quietly soaking in the spring.

middle.

Huangquan is the Holy Spring of Nine Netherworlds. Although it has the miraculous effect of regenerating broken bones, the sinister and ghostly energy it contains is not something ordinary people can endure. Even Lord Wangchuan, who has cultivated to the heavens, dare not be easily affected by this.

He was bathed in the underworld. But now, the white-haired man was calmly bathing in it, his expression was as usual, and there was no sign of pain at all.

If the two people who left at this moment were still there, they would be shocked and speechless immediately when they saw this scene.

"Why am I here...ah...?"

I don’t know how long it took, but in the underworld, I saw the white-haired man’s chapped lips opening and closing slightly, his eyes looking at the yellow liquid with confusion. Maybe he felt discomfort and instinctively wanted to stand up.
Chapter completed!