After experiencing this wonderful encounter, the underground lake fell into silence again.

No one person or skeleton said. After a long time, Wu Liangcai said lightly: "Why are you here?"

Huang San shrugged and said a little depressedly: "It's not that I want to come, I've been beaten down. You don't know, there are rumors in the martial arts world that you are dead, but all the bastards are targeting me."

"But I know, I will definitely not die! It's true that I didn't expect..."

"Isn't it possible that I'm not dead now?" The skeleton sneered, his empty eyes becoming more and more cold and silent. It took him a long time to sigh: "I won't say this anymore, is there any news about my third uncle?"

"this……"

"That means there is no more?" Wu Liang became more disappointed, and his skull twisted and looked at Huang San, and said softly: "Can you do me a favor?"

"Of course it's okay! I'll say whatever I have to tell you, Huang San promises to do it!" Huang San lit his head vigorously. This time, he encountered Wu Liang, which made him feel indescribable.

As Wu Liang said, the upright and omnipotent Mr. Wu in his mind was really dead, and what remains now is just a skeleton.

Maybe there is something else, that is, this skeleton can still speak, but isn't the skeleton still a skeleton?

"Help me go into the water to see if I can find the small palace I have always carried." Wu Liang did not have much hope. When the palace was full of ten, it fell into the magma, and it should be deep.

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Now the magma has receded, and what has not receded has turned into rocks. If Wu Sanlong comes, Wu Liang can still let him break the rocks and go into the ground to search, but Huang San will forget it, otherwise he won’t know how to die.

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Huang San didn't say much, and he plunged into the water with a fierce look.

He has seen the palace that Wu Liang mentioned more than once. When he first saw it, he was in the Demon City and Zhenlong Hall.

At that time, Wu Liang disappeared mysteriously for a night, and then pointed to the thing and told him that it was a treasure, and what kind of treasure could make Wu Liang still remember it.

Combined with the magical events that the Wu family had told him a few days ago, he had a vague guess about what the palace was. If what he was thinking was true, it would mean that that thing was related to the fate of hundreds of Wu family members.

Not to mention that he has a good relationship with the Wu family, even if he has nothing to do with them, he can't stand by his love with Wu Liang.

Time passed little by little, and Huang San plunged into the water one after another, searching for it, a hundred meters and a thousand meters, and the range continued to expand, and Huang San's face turned pale.

When Huang San floated up from the bottom of the water again, Wu Liang said with a loss: "Okay, don't look for it anymore."

"Master, let's look for it again. This place is so big, maybe it will be thrown into some corner." Although Huang San's face was pale, he still insisted, even if it was hoped, it would be better than despair.

"I said no!"

Wu Liang shouted angrily, and the skeleton face was shining with stars. Maybe, maybe it’s really dead, so let yourself go with them!

Lying on his back on the crescent boat, looking at the sky that shrank countless times, Wu Liang did not say a word and fell into silence.

Huang San had a look of sorrow on his face, and he gasped and boarded the crescent boat, and said softly: "Master, why don't I go back and find someone? The place is too big. You should find more people."

Wu Liang did not speak out. What's the use of being a lot of people? Innate, master. This is a strong man for ordinary people, but still an ant for nature.

Underground magma, except for the strong men above the Three Flowers, ordinary warriors cannot step into the footsteps.

And even if he found it, so what if he suddenly remembered that maybe he had forgotten something very important!

That is, Wu Liang has become a dead person and can no longer open the small world. The small world he refined is now unable to open it!

Only when he dies completely and then asks someone to find the Zangtian Sword and find the former master of the small world, can there be a way to open the small world? But is the Zangtian Sword worthy of his trust?

Depressed and regretful, many depressed thoughts dominated Wu Liang and drowned his reason.

An extreme sense of powerlessness filled his body. Wu Liang suddenly felt that he was still alive?

Why is it that you live like a dog?

"Huang San, would you please agree to me with something?"

Wu Liang, who was silent, suddenly made a sound, Huang San, whose brain was in a drowsy state, suddenly woke up and said hurriedly: "Master Wu, you said!"

"You go back and wait for my third uncle to find you! Tell him that the little world is thrown into the magma, if..."

"If you have a chance, go find the Zangtian Sword!"

The voice gradually weakened. Huang Sanyi, who was listening with his ears, was startled and looked up quickly. At this moment, a trace of fire in the skeleton's head gradually began to extinguish.

Even though Huang San didn't understand what this meant, he felt something vaguely, and was shocked and exclaimed: "Master! What are you doing!"

"I am an immortal, how can I survive like this!"

At this moment, the broken skeleton actually stood up slowly, and the withered bones emitted a mysterious light. The dazzling light made Huang San unable to help but close his eyes.

Wu Liang's sonorous words sounded, and Huang San's face was bloodless and shouted in shock and anger: "I saw you wrongly! I didn't expect you to be such a coward who can't stand the blow! Isn't it just that I'm missing all my body?

Did you give up like that?"

"Wu Liang! You are the number one person in the world. What you can do is to be resurrected again, break and then establish yourself. In the near future, you will be able to kill all the enemies and stand proudly in the world!"

"You actually committed suicide! Only cowards and wastes will commit suicide. You are crazy. Do you want to lose all the face of the Wu family?"

...

Huang San roared wildly, but Wu Liang's mind gradually became blurred. His final thought was not regret, but his embarrassment that Huang San dared to talk to him like this.

He laughed silently and had a clumsy provocation. This fat man is still so naive. How could Wu Liang be shaken by his few words?

In this way, he is not alive or dead, neither human nor ghost, and he has no hope of recovery. Is it necessary for him, Wu Liang to live like this?

No, he, Wu Liang, is an immortal, has dignity, and he stands on the sky and looks down on the world. How could he live like this!

The eyes turned dark, and the bones collapsed, and Wu Liang completely lost consciousness.

...

The headache was so split that when Wu Liang woke up again, he couldn't help but think sadly that he would never die. Could it be that he really wanted to be a bone for the rest of his life!

Even the soul fire was ignited by him, and he could still feel the pain. What other way in this world can kill him?

I'm afraid that only in this way can we completely eliminate ourselves. If he doesn't die, what will happen to the Wu family in the small world? Only when they die will they have a glimmer of life. Even if they have little vitality, they can't find it.

, but it is vitality after all.

Wu Liang, who was thinking, felt that he was in a bumpy state, and he could not help but his spiritual thoughts swept around...

Divine Thought!

His uncle, where did he get his spiritual thoughts!

The soul was broken and the soul fire was burning. He was now a true dead person. How could he have divine thoughts!

Wu Liang was a little confused. What was going on? Why didn’t he die? Why did he suddenly have a divine consciousness?

Although this trace of divine consciousness is very weak, and you can even see a few meters in a surrounding area, no matter how weak it is, it is a divine consciousness. What does this mean? Can you really recover?

Wu Liang was both surprised and happy, a little nervous. He hadn't experienced many years. Can he really recover?

Although the immortal path is full of magic, it does not mean that the immortal path is omnipotent. Otherwise, the cultivator would not be destroyed by martial arts even if he was so powerful.

So what happened to me that such an impossible thing happened?

I am an immortal, have I been in heaven?

It seems impossible. If this were the case, those immortals in the lower realm would not have died in countless accidents.

Has his own dual cultivation of immortals and martial arts mutations?

It seems that something is wrong. Although there were not many people practicing martial arts a thousand years ago, it does not mean that there are no one at all. Even Wu Liang learned three fists and two kicks in the secular world before he entered the foundation building, and he did not see any special features.

So what is the reason? Why do you have divine thoughts? Why don’t you die even if you extinguish your soul fire? Is it really God dislikes you and even dies that you will be unhappy to die?

The more I think about it, the more painful it hurts. Wu Liang is too lazy to think about it. If he can't die, he can't die. He can't live.

The hand bone poked Huang San on his back. Huang San, who was climbing hard, froze and turned around quickly and almost fell from a cliff dozens of meters high. "Master, you are still alive!"

Huang San was extremely surprised, and a few tears fell on his blood-red eyes.

He was desperate. He watched Wu Liang die in front of him with his own eyes. He didn't know what belief was that supported him to take Wu Liang's bones back, let him reappear in the world, and let this Gai Shi, who was regarded as a legend, believing in the legend.

The strong will not die in an unknown underground lake.

"Oh, I can't die even if I want to die. Life is so difficult." Wu Liang's mood suddenly improved. He said a joke. His yellow hand bones patted Huang San's shoulder and chuckled: "I didn't expect that I'll see countless people.

In the end, it fell into the hands of you, a fat man, and underestimated you!"

Huang San was ecstatic and choked for a while and said, "If it weren't for the help of my master, I, Huang San, would be a borer who was scattered and waited for death. When did I have such a glory? Even a acquired martial artist could treat me as a shit,

But after following the master, the acquired nature is garbage. Grandmaster Sanhua also calls me "Third Master" and you said that if you die, what's the point of my life?"

"Haha, you guy has such ambition." Wu Liang was in a happy mood and couldn't help but joke: "Life well, one day you will see that you are just a little bit of fun. Then not only let them call me

Your third master has to let them wash your urinals."

"Then I'm just waiting, I know that the person who committed suicide before must not be Mr. Wu. How could Mr. Wu be defeated by this little setback?" Huang San complimented, with a happy smile on his face.

This is Wu Liang, who stands tall and looks down on everything.
Chapter completed!