Third update

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Han Yun turned his head and looked at Liu Guang's face, and kept wiping his tears and said, "Young Master, why do Liu Guang want to cry so much? These tears are so annoying!"

"Hold your mind and don't think too much!" Han Yun shouted softly, took a deep breath, calmed down his mind, and forced the sadness to suppress it. Liu Guang also hurriedly recited the formula of the martial arts, keeping the spiritual platform clear, and his emotions gradually calmed down. Seeing this, Han Yun couldn't help but nodded in approval. Liu Guang's face turned slightly red, and he felt a little embarrassed to wipe away the tears from his eyes with a handkerchief.

Han Yun smiled, turned around and looked at the roaring yellow waves, his face became solemn, and he thought to himself: "There is no way out now, so he can only fly past this yellow spring, but this yellow spring is extremely strange, and there may be unknown danger!"

"Young Master, it is said that there is only the underworld in the underworld. Have we been outside the underworld along the way? Then aren't we dead?" Liu Guang asked a little scaredly, and the sour feeling of his nose surged up again.

Han Yun withdrew his gaze, knocked Liu Guang's head, and said indifferently: "What do you think?"

Liu Guang's face turned red, he touched his head that was a little painful, and said juicyly: "Why are you hitting me?"

Han Yun split his mouth and smiled: "It's good to know that the pain is. Can you still sense Fusu?"

Liu Guang was stunned and then understood what Han Yun meant. Since he still felt pain, he was naturally not dead. He felt relieved and closed his eyes slightly and sensed it carefully. After a while, a hint of joy appeared on his face and said happily: "I can sense it vaguely. Sister Fusu should be right opposite!"

The turbid waves rolled away, and the yellow and white foam was thrown high, eternal and vicissitudes. The opposite side of the shore was yellow and there was no boundary. I wonder how wide the underworld was.

"Young Master, let's catch up quickly!" Liu Guang urged. Han Yun pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "This yellow spring is extremely strange, probably not that simple. You should just hide in it for a while first, and wait until you pass the other side before coming out!"

Han Yun took out the ancient pattern gourd and handed it to Liuguang. Liuguang hesitated for a moment, stretched out his middle finger and put it into the mouth of the gourd, and suddenly disappeared from the spot. Han Yun put away the ancient pattern gourd, took a deep breath, and shot out a purple lightning arrow and flew towards the top of the roaring yellow spring. He felt instantly shrouded in a cool breath, and the deep sadness surged up, his nose sore, and tears gushed out uncontrollably.

Han Yun hurriedly raised his spiritual power to fight against each other, forcibly suppressed the sadness in his heart, and made the purple lightning arrow relax forward. The more he flew forward, the sadness in his heart became heavier, like a tide, and waves came in. Han Yun couldn't help but want to cry loudly. Before he knew it, two tears slid down his cheeks.

Han Yun gritted his teeth and refused to let himself cry, but tears flowed out like uncontrollable. Han Yun wiped his tears and cursed in his heart: "Oh my uncle, the tears are so resentful!" The speed of the purple lightning arrow under his feet reached the limit and ran forward for more than an hour. There was still a yellow patch in front, and the roaring turbid waves below.

Han Yun gradually felt something was wrong. He flew at least two or three hundred miles apart for an hour. The sensing distance between Liuguang and Fusu can only be about fifty miles at most. How could this yellow spring fly for more than an hour and not reach the other side?

Han Yun began to pay attention to the yellow turbid waves below, and there was no doubt that he was moving forward. At this time, the sadness in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he felt a little disappointed. A thought suddenly appeared in Han Yun's mind: the vicissitudes of the world are just a dream of void. In the end, everything will return to a chunk of loess. Why not plunge into the surging yellow fountain and turn into a bubble, and flow with the endless yellow fountain for thousands of years?

This thought was so uncontrollable that it was like a seed taking root and sprouting in the heart, and growing taller and taller, it quickly blossomed and bears fruit, growing into a yellow fruit like the water of the yellow spring. The fruit fell from the branches and was instantly swallowed by the surging water of the yellow spring...

A smile appeared on Han Yun's mouth, and his tears flowing downwards, the smile seemed extremely strange. Han Yun's smile stopped and rushed straight towards the turbid waves below.

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A sad intention to die suddenly surged in Chu Junchuo's heart, and he shivered like falling into an ice cellar. His beautiful pretty face suddenly turned pale as paper. His heart suddenly hurt, and he bent down and gasped.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Feng Duo followed behind him rushed forward a few steps and reached out to help Chu Junchuo, but when the hand touched Chu Junchuo's yellow shirt, it immediately shrank back like an electric shock. He was scared, and his hands were so nervous that they were a little trembling. Chu Junchuo had always been a god-like existence in his heart.

Chu Junchuo's face was pale, covering his chest, his expression was extremely painful, and he looked very weak. Feng Duo looked at Chu Junchuo's slender waist and round buttocks, and his heart jumped up. At the moment, Chu Junchuo's condition was like this, as long as he reached out, he could control her, and then he could do anything and get what he had always wanted.

Feng Duo was so nervous that his forehead was covered with sweat. The woman who was respectful to him and was deeply infatuated was standing in front of him with a buttocks on her. Just reach out and click it. Xie Kun's words seemed to ring in his ears again: "You are far worse than Han Yun. He dares to rebel the faction and break into the Dead Wood Ghost Realm. Do you dare?"

"Do you dare? Do you dare? Do you dare..." Xie Kun's old face seemed to be approaching with contempt and asked repeatedly.

Feng Duo gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart: "He Han Yun dared to rebel against the sect for the sake of Zhao Yao, why didn't I, Feng Duo, dare to do this!" He stretched out his hand and pointed it towards Chu Junchuo.

Just at this moment, Chu Junchuo suddenly stood up straight. Feng Duo was shocked and hurriedly took his hand back. He covered it up in a little panic: "Master, what's wrong with you? The disciple is worried so much!"

Chu Junchuo's expression slowly returned to normal. He glanced at Fengduo with some relief, and was very satisfied with Fengduo's performance that he had not taken the opportunity to touch him just now.

"You are waiting for Elder Xie and the others here and let them hurry to Jue Valley of the Ghost Realm!" After saying that, he spread his body and ran out, and he was secretly anxious: "This little thief actually ran to Jue Valley of the Ghost Realm. Isn't this asking for death!"

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Chapter completed!