Ye Feiran stroked his chin and guessed, "It should be the curse-breaking flower of the Netherworld!" The mutated nine-leaf red branch looked at the sky speechlessly for a while, and then couldn't help but mutter, "We clearly asked the Curse-Removing Flower to find the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, so why is it looking for the Curse-Removing Flower in the Netherworld? If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t want to find another branch to share the owner’s favor. The curse-breaking flower is so stupid! " Ye Feiran: "..." Harem? How many story books have you secretly read? Ye Feiran glanced over with a half-smiling look, and the mutated nine-leaf red branch instantly shut up. The next moment, it said flatteringly, "Ranran, then I will continue to look for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." "Go! Remember to pay attention to where the underworld beasts gather." Ye Feiran waved. "knew." After the mutated nine-leaf red branch left, the curse-breaking flower also left, and it continued to run wildly in the misty valley looking for the cold spirit ghost flower. As for the little tail at the back, just follow it if you like! Suddenly, it thought of something and stopped. The dusty elixir behind suddenly hit him. The Curse-Resolving Flower was very speechless, but she still communicated with it silently and asked it to help find the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower together. The dusty elixir naturally agreed readily, but kept following the curse-breaking flower. Curse-breaking flower: "..." As time goes by, more and more underworld beasts flock to the misty valley in search of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Almost every time you walk a certain distance, you will encounter a ghost beast, but everyone is busy looking for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, and if you don't move, I won't move either. All in all, the practitioners and the underworld beasts in the Misty Valley now maintain a strange calm. Ye Feiran and Ye Murin spent a month searching the misty valley, but they couldn't even see the shadow of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Minghu and Murong Lingji, the four of them, did not gain anything from the mutated nine-leaf red branch and the curse-resolving flower. Finally, they reunited. Ye Feiran took the wilted mutated nine-leaf red branches into the mysterious space to recuperate. Of course, the little gray tail of the plant was also put into the mysterious space by her. As for what it is, we will study it later. Anyway, it is willing to follow the curse-breaking flower. "Now I am even more sure that the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower has grown spiritual wisdom, otherwise even if we can't find it, those underworld beasts will find it." Ye Feiran said. Ye Han nodded, "It would be great if we knew what the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower likes and used it to lure it directly." As her voice fell, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Murin and Murong Lingji. Ye Murin and Murong Lingji: "..." Sorry, neither of them know. m.biqubao.com Neither of them spoke, and Ye Feiran and the others understood. "Why don't you ask Xuanxuan? As far as I know, Xuanxuan has read a lot of books." Sikong Jing suggested. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "That's the only thing, then let's find a place to wait for them!" When the group came to the crack, they saw a willow tree swaying in the wind. "Hey, why is there a willow tree here? There is spiritual power in the tree!" Sikong Jing said in surprise. Hao Zicun stared at the willow tree for a while and wondered, "There is no spiritual power in the Misty Valley. How did it grow so big?" Hearing what they said, the corners of Ye Feiran's lips curled up slightly, "This is my spiritual plant. I let it keep watch here. A-Xuan and the others are under the crack." After hearing this, Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun suddenly looked stunned, and then felt envious of Ye Feiran. Why does she have so many spiritual plants? After feeling envious, the two of them walked around curiously. "Miss Ye, where is the crack?" "The cracks will open and close regularly. You will see it later." Ye Feiran replied. "I see!" Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun nodded and stopped asking. Although they were curious about what was under the crack, they would not take the initiative to ask if Ye Feiran didn't tell them. What's more, their human cultivation was here, which proved that the opportunities under the crack had nothing to do with their human cultivation. However, they were not curious, but other cultivators discovered the existence of the crack. The thick fog can block the detection of the cultivator's spiritual consciousness, but it cannot block the sound. "Brother, there is a crack in front. I paid attention to it. It will open again every once in a while. It is so weird. There must be some treasure under the crack." "Really? Then let's go down to the crack and have a look." "good!" Hearing the conversation between the two brothers, Ye Feiran and others looked at each other, then restrained their breath, waiting for the two brothers to appear.
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. ,,. ,.
