However, except for Ye Feiran, who was a doctor, poison master, alchemist and alchemist, who occasionally smelled a very light fragrance, Ye Murin, Murong Lingji and Ye Han smelled nothing. The three of them looked at each other, a little embarrassed, especially Murong Lingji, who was a poison master and had been dealing with various medicinal materials all year round. Ye Feiran noticed this, but she had no time to tease them right now. Instead, she smelled the faint fragrance in the air seriously. The Hades Fox and the Death Worm kept spinning in circles because the smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower seemed to be coming from all directions. Soon, Ye Feiran determined the three directions and said quickly, "Huahua, you and Xiaochongzi go to the southwest to check. Minghu took Poison Master Murong and his aunt to the northeast to check, while Murin and I went to the north to check. " "good!" Everyone responded and quickly separated. At this moment, both humans and beasts hoped in their hearts that there would be three Cold Spirit Ghost Flowers in the Misty Valley. Ye Feiran took Ye Murin's hand and directly used the shapeshifting technique to run towards the north. Ye Murin matched Ye Feiran's speed and was alert to the surrounding situation. Because dense fog can block spiritual detection, any place that cannot be seen clearly is very likely to be dangerous. Sure enough, they met a dark leopard halfway, which was as powerful as a sixth-level divine beast. When the Dark Leopard saw them, he immediately bared his teeth and threatened them, but showed no sign of stopping to fight and continued to run due north at its original speed. Ye Mulin and Ye Feiran didn't take action either, just because the sense of smell of Warcraft was more sensitive than humans, and they needed the Dark Leopard to lead the way. Perhaps they knew their intentions, and the scent of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower in the due north direction was also moving. The two beasts noticed this and sped up at the same time without hesitation. However, the smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower suddenly disappeared. The two and one beast stopped to make sure that there was really no smell of Cold Spirit Ghost Flower in the due north direction. The Dark Leopard looked at Ye Murin and Ye Feiran with vigilance, then suddenly turned around and rushed into the thick fog. The direction it ran was exactly the southwest direction that the Flower of the Other Side and the Death Worm were exploring. "Ran'er, are you chasing me?" Ye Mulin asked. Ye Feiran shook his head, "Don't chase it. The smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower suddenly disappeared. It must have restrained the smell on its body, so it must still be heading due north." Although there was thick fog all around and visibility was extremely low, she still wanted to try her luck. Ye Mulin nodded slightly, and then said, "Let the treasure-hunting mice and snow elves come out to help find it." Ye Feiran quickly drew the appearance of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, and then asked the treasure-hunting mouse, snow elf, poppy flower and mutated nine-leaf red branch to look at it carefully several times. After a while, she asked, "Do you remember?" "remember." "Then start looking. Be careful in everything." The treasure-hunting mice, snow elves and mutated nine-leaf red branches immediately rushed into the thick fog, while the poppies stood still. Facing the doubtful look cast by Ye Feiran, Poppy Hua immediately said, "I don't like the environment here." The corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, "This is the Netherworld, and I don't like it either, but it doesn't affect the search for treasures." Poppy: "..." It entered the thick fog with a depressed look on its face. Looking at its back, Ye Feiran suddenly said quietly, "I don't mind leaving you in the Netherworld forever." Hearing this, Poppy Flower suddenly became excited and said, "No, no, no, no, I will seriously look for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." Ye Feiran curled his lips, this Lingzhi just needed a beating. Ye Murin and Ye Feiran also separated a distance, almost one meter away, and then began a carpet-like search. However, not only Ye Feiran thought of this, but also many beasts in the misty valley thought of this, and they were also looking for it step by step. During this period, they bumped into each other, and they both just looked at each other warily, and then continued to search. Because the visibility in the misty valley was too low, Ye Feiran and Ye Mulin searched all day long but could not find the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. What's more, in some places they searched again. In addition, the treasure-hunting mice, snow elves, poppy flowers and mutated nine-leaf red branches also did not find the cold spirit ghost flower, and naturally other underworld beasts also did not find it. Ye Feiran stopped to rest, nibbling on the spiritual fruit and asked, "Mu Lin, do you think the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower has left here?" "No." Ye Mulin replied without thinking, because he knew that Ye Feiran wanted to firm up his ideas at this time, so he had to agree. At the same time, he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes lit up, "Ran'er, don't you have a spiritual plant that likes to run wildly? Let it run wildly in the misty valley, and maybe you can find the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." Hearing this, Ye Feiran naturally knew that the spiritual plant in the man's mouth was the curse-breaking flower that had grown spiritual wisdom, and his eyes lit up. How could she forget about the curse-breaking flower that likes to run wild! As a result, her consciousness quickly explored the mysterious space. The curse-breaking flower still stayed under the Cangyu tree to give birth to its offspring, and its offspring are still in a state of taking root and sprouting. It seems that there is no change from what she saw before. . However, Ye Feiran expressed his understanding. After all, the curse-breaking flower is also a very rare spiritual plant. Most practitioners even believe that the curse-breaking flower only exists in legends, so it is normal for the gestation period to be relatively long. "Zhushu, do you want a little friend? Take some time to come out and help me find a spiritual plant!" After saying this, Ye Feiran suddenly felt that his master lived a very humble life. The curse-breaking flower took a look at the offspring that she had worked so hard to nurture, and when she saw it growing vigorously, the little flower's body bent. Upon seeing this, Ye Feiran was immediately surprised and happy that the Curse-Resolving Flower actually agreed. The next moment, her consciousness moved, and the curse-breaking flower appeared in her hand. "Chushu, thank you! This is what the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower looks like. You have to remember it carefully." The Curse-Breaking Flower looked at it seriously for a while, then jumped off its hand and started running wildly. Ye Feiran was not worried about it getting lost at all, after all, the offspring conceived by the curse-breaking flower were still in her mysterious space. After the Curse-Resolving Flower left, Ye Feiran thought of the mutant ghost cat again, "Meow Meow, go and help find it too!" Ye Mulin glanced at the mutated ghost cat and warned, "It is said that every cold spirit ghost flower is transformed into a ghost." After hearing this, Ye Feiran looked at Ye Murin with a puzzled look on his face, "Is it fake?" "Yes, it's fake, but the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower really contains the power of ghosts, and the mutant ghost cat can't resist the temptation of ghost power." Ye Mulin said with a smile. Ye Feiran: "..." Forget it, her past candle will most likely need the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower to repair it! Immediately afterwards, the mutant ghost cat was sent back to the mysterious space. After Ye Feiran's consciousness left, the mutated ghost cat sighed softly and humanely. The male cultivator was right, it really couldn't resist the temptation of the ghost power. Ye Feiran and Ye Murin continued to rest where they were, and at the same time they did not forget to send messages to Ye Han and Bianhua, mainly asking them if they had found the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. However, no one replied to them, just because whether it was Minghu, Murong Lingji and Ye Han, or Bianhuahua and Death Insect, they were all fighting at the moment. As soon as the smell of Cold Spirit Ghost Flower appeared, all the underworld beasts in the misty valley were moved by the smell. When the smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower suddenly disappeared into the air, they suspected that the other party had picked it, so a fight was inevitable. After not receiving a reply for a long time, Ye Feiran inevitably started to worry, "Is something going to happen to them?" It happened that at this time, she received a message from Ye Feixuan.
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 sky. 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. ,,. ,.
