In this underworld, it seems that there is really no concept of time, because there is no alternation of day and night, and no change of sun and moon, so there is no talk of how many hours a day there will be, and how many days a year there will be.

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At the beginning, Du Fan was still calculating the number of days in the normal concept in his mind, but as a month passed and a year passed, he no longer deliberately paid attention to the passage of time, but was in a state of selflessness and comprehending the Yin Ghost Art with all his heart.

After a while, Du Fan opened his eyes and suddenly realized his mind. He also understood the last incomprehensible point in the Yin Ghost Technique.

He did not mean to pause. After closing his eyes, he formally practiced the third level of Yin Ghost Art.

After some time, Du Fan suddenly waved his sleeves, and the obsidian flashed out immediately, floating three feet above his head, scattering dark light, covering it. Three wisps of Han Xuanshuang Yuanyin rushed out from the three small bottles, surrounding him like ghost fire, and it was unstable, like a kind of protection and a kind of guidance.

...

On this day, with a "click", the obsidian suspended above Du Fan's head shattered, turning into powder and passing away with the wind. The three strands of Yuanyin surrounding him trembled, as if they were spiritual, and all of them were sank into Du Fan's body, leaving three shallow marks on his body, vaguely outlining the patterns of three small turtles, and then flashed and disappeared.

"I didn't miss the truth before. It was indeed the descendant of the little turtle." The woman in white stood not far away. After witnessing the scene, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, as if she had recalled some interesting things from her life many years ago.

This time it didn't take long. About half a month later, Du Fan finished his practice and started to succeed.

"My stupid brother, you have practiced this little technique for several years. If you were a normal person, you would have practiced it for half a month at most. But at least nothing happened in the middle, otherwise my sister would have lost her face.

Don't be stunned, hurry up and refine your own water." The woman in white sighed and urged.

Seeing her sighing, she was obviously very dissatisfied with Du Fan's level of cultivation, but she didn't blame anything.

After hearing this, Du Fan was speechless. He had always had an amazing understanding. This was the first time he had heard others belittle his level of cultivation. Moreover, listening to the meaning of the Lingmeng God Lord, it seemed that he was far inferior to normal people. The other party almost said that he was a waste...

"Damn it, people are not divided into different levels, nor are they excellent or mediocre. They are all fucking comparing! What a painful understanding..." Du Fan sighed deeply, sang silently in his heart, and suddenly there was an urge to burst into tears.

"The Lord of Lingmeng, no..." The Bullhead Messenger was anxious and said with a stingy head, but was interrupted by the woman in white.

"I am willing to admit defeat. If you dare to do something against your promise in front of me, I will personally send you to rebirth. Even the King of Hell will not even find you in countless great reincarnations." The woman in white glanced at the cowhead messenger coldly and said lightly.

The cowhead messenger was silent and opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to say anything else.

Du Fan walked to the edge of the underworld and a dark feeling came to his face.

At this moment, he seemed to see birth, old age, sickness and death, four seasons alternate, dynasty rise and fall, the moon is full and waning, a drop of rain falls into the earth, nourishing all things, all things evaporate into clouds, and turn into a drop of rain...

Everything is evolving around the "reincarnation", from birth to death, from death, cycles over and over again, and continues. This is a certain law, and it is like a force that pulls the secrets of the universe, shocking and thinking, but it is hard to understand.

In a moment of trance, Du Fan seemed to have seen a lot, but seemed to have seen nothing. In this state of being unable to grasp, he gradually lost himself and forgot everything.

At this moment, a cool feeling flowed in my mind, and the voice of the Lord of Lingmeng's warning came.

"Nothing in Yinsha Ming Water is something you can understand now. It is useless to think more, and then refine it first, and just treat it as a self-defense thing for now."

Du Fan was shocked and his mind was clear in an instant. When he looked at Huangquan again, he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. The power of reincarnation in Huangquan was too terrible. Just now, he seemed to have turned into a drop of rain, experiencing an alternative life, unable to extricate himself.

After calming down, Du Fan took a deep breath, pinched his hands and muttered something. Soon, a ball of black gas floated out from the top of his head, and instantly turned into a black vortex, moving lightly above the yellow spring. With extreme rotation, a strange suction force was emitted. In the turbid Yellow River, a column of water immediately rushed up and slowly penetrated into the black vortex...

After about a meal, the water column was cut off and the black vortex stopped rotating.

Du Fan's expression was solemn, his hands were changing unstable. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of magical excitement shot out and sank into the black vortex, causing him to rise and shrink in a wave of uncertainty, vaguely outlined into a skull pattern, and then scattered, turning into a ball of black gas without rules, and then rolled and drilled into Du Fan's head again.

Du Fan's hands that pinched the magic trick changed again, and then he restrained his skills, dissipated the magic trick, and let out a long breath.

At this point, the task is done!

Du Fan turned around and was about to thank the Lord Lingmeng, but suddenly he was stunned.

The woman in white was looking at Du Fan with an extremely complicated gaze. At this moment, her emotions were ups and downs, and her heart was inexplicably throbbing. Her beautiful eyes were flashing, but she still couldn't hide the coldness of being unbearable.

No matter when, she is beautiful, beautiful enough to the world, spotless and beautiful enough to make all living beings in the world pale. Such a beautiful woman seems to not belong to this troubled world, but only belongs to the legendary Nine Heavens. She is a pure and innocent fairy, and she is Han Qianxue.

"Qianxue, is it you?" Du Fan spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling a little.

"...It's me." Han Qianxue nodded, was silent for a little while, and said with a bit of lip: "When I broke through the great realm, something went wrong, causing the soul to be unable to possess it, but my consciousness was very clear, and even far away from the past, it seemed that I could look at everything that was around me from a heavenly perspective, including you.

Since I went into seclusion, you have been guarding me, watching me realize, watching me dance, until one day, you had to leave me, and a few years later, the ancestor Wentian came over and killed my body in front of you, but my consciousness still exists. I saw your despair and your pain... At that moment, I understood your intentions, I was very happy and sad. If I had known this, I would not have broken through the holy realm of martial arts.

Later we arrived at the underworld together. Don’t misunderstand the Lord Lingmeng. She never thought of erasing my life mark. On the contrary, she saved my life. When I was about to die, Lord Lingmeng used the supreme magical powers to stabilize my soul and save my life. She was my benefactor.

This period of time has made you worry. I'm fine. I'm fine. I just can't be with you silently like before. But that's fine. You don't have to feel guilty or blame yourself. My sister's life is hard, so you must treat her well."

Du Fan's eyes were filled with affection, and he stared at the woman in front of him, feeling a sourness in his heart.

He couldn't help but raise his hand and slowly stroked the woman's face, but stopped at a close place, hanging in the air, trembling, and struggling, but in the end he could not reach the other side of his heart. After a long time, he took his hand back.

A complicated emotion flashed in Han Qianxue's eyes, then she smiled and said in a relaxed tone: "I'm leaving, take care of yourself. Sister, you can find a reason to make excuses. Don't let her worry about me, we... will have a date later."

"Qianxue, don't leave, I can't bear to leave..." As he parted, Du Fan could no longer suppress the feelings that were pressing deep in his heart. He rushed over and hugged the woman's body tightly, unwilling to let go.

"Hey, hey, get up, get up quickly, your nose is stuck on your sister. You are so disgusting!" The woman in white pushed Du Fan away and instantly retreated far away. She looked disgusted with a look of disgust and quickly wiped a stain on the white clothes.

Du Fan knew that Han Qianxue had left. Although the woman did not return the pair of flying rings, which showed her feelings, she could not hide the fact that she would be in a long and distant future next time. It immediately filled his heart with regret and loss, as if even his breathing was filled with bitterness.

However, when he came to his senses and saw the little woman's posture of Lingmeng God Lord at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little funny.

Yes, Han Qianxue really left, because she was as cold as ice, would not be so hesitant, with a charming face and a different temperament. At this moment, Han Qianxue was charming and charming, and she was no longer a fairy, but a witch.

That's right, it's just a witch, that's what Du Fan thought in his heart.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Lingmeng God Lord suddenly looked at Du Fan and asked with a smile.

"No, I didn't think of anything." Du Fan shook his head quickly.

"Don't lie in front of my sister." Lingmeng God Lord moved his lotus step lightly, swaying in a graceful manner, and came to Du Fan again, and asked with a smile on his face: "Brother, do you think, is it a fairy beautiful or a witch beautiful?"

Du Fan was so angry that he knew that in front of this Lingmeng God Lord, he was like a transparent person. He could not escape the other party's eyes and had no secrets at all, so he no longer covered up anything. He immediately plucked up his courage and said, "Everyone is beautiful, but... I like fairies."

"You stupid brother, won't you say a few lie words to make your sister happy? Women need to coax them!" The God Lord Lingmeng stretched out a slender jade finger, used it on Du Fan's forehead, and said angrily, but did not really blame him. (To be continued.)
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