After hearing that the shapeshifting beast was found, everyone was not interested in the stone forest and quickly gathered where Ye Feiran was. After gathering, their eyes were all focused on the man in gray. The man in gray: "..." A Flower of the Other Side has already put him under a lot of pressure. There are so many cultivators, and neither one of them seems to be a simple master! Why is he so unlucky? However, he fought hard for the stone marrow. Ye Feiran glanced at Ye Feixuan and Li Luo, raised an eyebrow and asked, "A Xuan, Master Li Luo, can you tell what his true form is?" Ye Feixuan and Li Luo shook their heads at the same time, "I can't tell." A flash of surprise flashed across Ye Feiran's eyes. It turned out that Li Luo, a ghost cultivator born and raised in the Netherworld, couldn't tell! Li Luo guessed that Ye Feiran already knew the true form of the man in gray, coughed slightly and asked, "Ahem... Miss Ye, is his true form really a worm?" Ye Feiran nodded, "Yes, it's just a worm. Why don't you like it? Although it's a worm, it can transform." The implication is that he is very powerful. Li Luo reached out and touched his nose, "Forget it about the insect beast." He is the master of a sect, and the contracted beast is a worm, and he is afraid that other cultivators will laugh to death. "oh!" Ye Feiran had a half-smiling look on his face. It seemed that Liluo Sect Leader was very concerned about his image! Facing Ye Feiran's inspection, Li Luo raised an awkward yet polite smile on his face. "Master Liluo, a gentleman's words are hard to follow!" Ye Feiran reminded with a smile. Hearing this, Li Luo immediately had a bad feeling in his heart, and subconsciously looked at the man in gray, but he couldn't tell what his true form was. "I, Li Luo, will do what I say." "good!" Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran raised his eyes to look at Ye Feixuan and said, "Axuan, this shapeshifting beast is pretty good. Let him follow you without a contract." Upon hearing the word "no contract", Ye Feixuan looked at the man in gray and then at Ye Feiran, then nodded in agreement, "Okay!" Li Luo: "..." Ye Feixuan was actually willing to have an insect beast, so his previous performance... was terrible, his image! Li Luo looked at Ye Feiran with a somewhat sad look. He was now very sure that Ye Feiran had dug a trap for him to jump. In fact, none of this mattered. The only thing he was worried about was leaving a bad impression on Ye Feixuan. Ye Feiran noticed Li Luo's sad eyes and continued, "Axuan, he is not a simple insect beast, but a death insect." "Death bug?!" "Death bug?!" Ye Feixuan and Li Luo exclaimed at the same time, and then looked at the man in gray at the same time. Hearing their exclamations, the man in gray also looked over. When he saw Ye Feixuan and Li Luo, he couldn't help but feel nervous. Could these two ghost cultivators be interested in him and want to make a contract with him? He doesn't want to be contracted. Suddenly, the man in gray began to be wary of Ye Feixuan and Li Luo, and of course the Bianhuahua in front of him. If Bianhua helps, he will be contracted, but he doesn't want to part with the stone marrow, or he can't run away now even if he wants to. Alas, for Stone Marrow, it was really difficult for him! Bianhua noticed the change in his expression, and pretended to glance around casually, and then asked through a message, "Little insect, what are you thinking about, you have a defensive look on your face." Hearing this, the man in gray subconsciously reached out and touched his face, "Is it so obvious?" Bianhua looked at him quietly without speaking. The man in gray struggled for a while, and then replied via voice transmission, "I don't want to be contracted, because I'm afraid of being contracted by those two ghosts." "How could you be contracted so easily?" Bianhua raised her eyebrows. The man in gray twitched his mouth slightly, and then said with a flattering smile, "Aren't I afraid that you will help me, sir?" "Haha..." Bianhua chuckled, "I really want the master to give you a contract, so that I have a younger brother, but the Netherworld is suitable for you, so don't worry, I won't help." These words made the man in gray feel anxious, but in the end he achieved his goal. "Thank you, my lord!" It is really glad that it is only suitable to survive in the nether world. "You're welcome!" Bian Hua said this, turned around and sent the message to Ye Feiran. "Master, have you ever heard of the power of the underworld? The Death Insect contains a trace of the power of the underworld. There is probably no one in the entire Nether World who does not yearn for the power of the underworld. So, do you want Ye Feixuan to contract the death bug? " Hearing this, Ye Feiran glanced at the man in gray curiously, "The power of the underworld? Huahua, you can suppress the death insect, don't you also have the power of the underworld?" "Yes, I also have the power of the underworld, which is stronger than the death underworld insect, so it is afraid of me." Bianhuahua replied. Ye Feiran glanced at Bianhua, "Then why didn't you tell me before?" "Then you didn't ask me!" Bianhua said confidently. What's more, not to mention practitioners, Lingzhi also needs to keep some trump cards! Ye Feiran: "..." After being speechless for a while, she continued to ask, "Then tell me about the power of the underworld." Bianhua glanced at Ye Feixuan and Li Luo, "Master, just ask Li Luo and Ye Feixuan directly!" After the message transmission for one person and one flower, Bianhua continued to inquire about the Sea of Wrong Souls with the man in gray, while Ye Feiran asked directly, "You two are so surprised. Is there anything special about the Death Worm?" Hearing this, Li Luo couldn't help but look at Ye Feiran and Ye Murin, as well as Murong Lingji and Ye Han, and then became thoughtful. biqubao.com Ye Feixuan glanced at the man in gray and said softly, "There is a trace of the power of the underworld in the death insect, and the power of the underworld is very mysterious. It is said that the fighting power of the Death Hades is very terrifying. A trace of power can turn all living creatures into mummies, and their blood and souls will disappear. " Ye Feiran looked surprised, "So powerful?" The power of the underworld is so powerful, can practitioners refine it? In her opinion, no matter how mysterious the power of the underworld is, it still belongs to the power of heaven and earth! Ye Feixuan nodded, "It is rumored to be so powerful, but there are currently no practitioners in the Netherworld who have contracted the Death Worm." Ye Feiran rolled his eyes slightly and asked via voice transmission, "So is A-Xuan interested in this death insect?" Ye Feixuan was stunned for a moment, then nodded frankly, "I'm interested, but I still don't want to contract." Hearing this, Ye Feiran smiled, "Didn't I say it before? Let it follow you without a contract." Ye Feixuan was lost in thought, and then thought of the stone marrow, "Should we use the stone marrow to hang it, and then slowly develop feelings?" Ye Feiran nodded, "Okay!" Then, she asked Bianhua to threaten the death bugs, or asked Ye Feixuan to learn the soul-stirring technique to control the death bugs by ingesting spiritual consciousness. Of course, she preferred that the death bug would follow Ye Feixuan willingly. Ye Feixuan thought about it and thought it was feasible, "Then let me try it!" Li Luo on the side listened to their conversation and said in his heart that it was impossible not to regret it, but who would have thought that the shapeshifting beast turned out to be a death bug! Now that he has lost the death bug, I hope Ye Feixuan's impression of him will improve, otherwise he will really lose a lot of money. Next, everyone discussed it and decided to go look for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower together. Of course, if there is only one Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, it will belong to Ye Feiran. "lets go!" Hearing Ye Feiran's words, Bianhua reached out and patted the death bug on the shoulder hard, "Little bug, lead the way!" Death Insect: "..." Can you give me a different name? There is nothing domineering about a little bug. Unfortunately, Biganka ignored his protest and continued to pat him, urging, "Hurry up!"
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the air. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
