When the two brothers came to the top of the crack, they were a little confused when they saw the willow trees swaying in the wind. "Hey, why is there a willow tree here, and this willow tree is rich in spiritual power?" The younger brother was inexperienced, but the older brother was very keen and quickly said, "Let's go!" A willow tree with strong spiritual power appears here. It is obvious that the crack has been targeted by other cultivators, and it is very likely that it was cultivated by humans. Unfortunately it was too late. As soon as the two of them lifted their feet, they were tied up with wicker sticks, so tightly that they couldn't breathe easily. The two brothers lifted their feet off the ground and struggled violently, but it was useless because the Yin Qi was imprisoned. "Sir, we didn't see anything, please let us go!" The eldest of the two brothers immediately begged for mercy. "Yes, yes, sir, please forgive me. We really do what we say." The younger brother also begged for mercy. "Hmph, I won't believe you." Willow Baby snorted coldly. Hearing the willow tree doll uttering human words, the two brothers became even more desperate. Hey, hey, hey...why are they so unlucky! The two brothers were casual cultivators and met a new island by chance. At that moment, they really thought that their good luck was about to begin, but they didn't expect... Now I'm afraid it's the beginning of bad luck! Seeing that they continued to talk, the willow doll even sealed their mouths with leaves. "Uh-huh……" The two brothers continued to struggle, but when they saw the person coming out of the thick fog, they stopped struggling instantly, with disbelief in their eyes. Human cultivation, really human cultivation, six people in total! And don’t these six Xiu look a little too good-looking? Of course, they are good-looking but also not easy to mess with, especially the two male cultivators. Ye Feiran glanced at the two ghost cultivators, and then asked Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun, "Do you know each other?" "I don't know." Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun shook their heads at the same time. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly. It stands to reason that the status of the cultivators who can come here must not be simple. Could it be that these two ghost cultivators got through some shitty luck? When everyone was looking at the two ghost cultivators, the two ghost cultivators were also looking at them, and then they recognized Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun. "Uh-huh……" The two brothers kept making such sounds, and then their eyes fell on Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun. Seeing this, Murong Lingji raised his eyebrows and said, "They seem to know you!" After hearing this, the two ghost cultivators nodded immediately, and finally someone understood what they meant. "Baby, loosen your mouth!" Ye Feiran ordered. The willow tree doll was startled for a moment, and the next moment she understood what Ye Feiran meant, and then she took back the willow leaves that sealed the two ghost cultivators. "Miss Sikong, Mr. Hao, we are casual cultivators from Ye Zicheng." "I know you two are friends of Lord Ye." The two ghost cultivators spoke in tandem, fearing that they would be killed later. Before Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun could speak, Ye Feiran said quietly, "You, City Lord Ye, are under the crack." Two ghost cultivators: "..." So the two of them almost ruined City Lord Ye's affairs? At this moment, they were extremely lucky that Willow Baby had tied them up, otherwise they would have been kicked out of Ye City if they had ruined Ye City Lord's affairs. For these casual cultivators, Ye City is the best place to stay, because the Lord of Ye City will never look down on any casual cultivator. "My lords, we swear to leave here as if nothing happened." "Yes, yes, I swear too." They didn't dare to grab Ye City Lord's opportunity, but they also hoped to have more time to compete for other opportunities. "Tsk, your oaths like this are not convincing at all." Murong Lingji lightly tutted. After hearing this, the two brothers looked at each other and then directly made an oath to heaven and earth. Seeing this, Ye Feiran gave Liushu Doll a look, and Liushu Doll immediately let go of the wicker binding the two ghost cultivators. After the two ghost cultivators landed with their feet on the ground, they immediately thanked them and said, "Thank you for your support. Let's go first." "Wait!" Ye Feiran shouted quickly. The two ghost cultivators looked at Ye Feiran in confusion. "What's the situation on this island now?" Ye Feiran asked with a smile. The two ghost cultivators were almost dazzled by her smile, but Ye Murin glanced over with a cold look, and their minds immediately sobered up. "Normally, once a cultivator lands on a new island in the Sea of Wrong Souls, some underworld beasts on other islands will know about it, so everyone rushes to the new island desperately." "When we went to the island, there were already many cultivators on the island. As for the number, I don't know." Ye Feiran nodded, "Okay, you go! Then I will help you put in a nice word in front of Lord Ye City." Upon hearing this, the two ghost cultivators' eyes suddenly lit up, and they unanimously announced their names. "Girl, my name is Yuan Man!" "I heard it." Ye Feiran smiled and waved her hand, "I know. By the way, if you encounter the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, you have already used it to exchange treasures with me." Yuan Man and Zeng Wen were slightly startled, but they still agreed, "Okay!" As for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, they didn't think they were lucky enough to encounter it. After Yuan Man and Zeng Wen left, other cultivators discovered the cracks one after another. These practitioners were not as afraid of death as Yuan Man and Zeng Wen, so Ye Feiran and Ye Han took the opportunity to stretch their muscles. If there are more practitioners, Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun will also join in the exercise. As for Ye Murin and Murong Lingji, they only took action when the situation was most dangerous, but as soon as they took action, they captured an important person. "Miss Ye, he is Gui Feng, the young master of the ghost market in the Netherworld." Sikong Jing said immediately. She knew because Ye Feixuan took her to the ghost market several times, and once the young master of the ghost market personally received her. Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up. The young master of Ghost Market in the Netherworld must have read many ancient books! At the same time, she also had a doubt in her heart, wondering whether the ghost market in the Netherworld was related to the ghost market governed by Master Si Xuan and the ancient black rose spirit. Gui Feng, the young master of the ghost market in the Netherworld, was caught by Murong Lingji. He did not struggle at all, but looked at the stranger Xiu in front of him with a smile. After Sikong Jing finished speaking, he asked, "Miss Sikong, who are they?" "Xuanxuan's friend." Sikong Jing replied without thinking. As far as she knew, Ye Feixuan and Gui Feng had a good relationship, so there must be no problem in saying so. Guifeng's thick eyebrows jumped, "It turns out he is Xuanxuan's friend! This Xuanxuan's friend, can you let me go first? I am the young master of the ghost city after all. It will be very embarrassing for other cultivators to see me like this. " "Tsk!" Murong Lingji let out a light tut and let go of his collar. Gui Feng straightened up his appearance and asked, "Where is Xuan Xuan?" Sikong Jing glanced at Ye Feiran before replying, "Under the crack." Gui Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, "It turns out this is Xuan Xuan's opportunity, so I won't take it." However, he did not intend to leave, but walked to the side and sat down carelessly. According to his keen observation, one of the strange female nuns seemed to have something to ask him. What's more important is that this strange female cultivator looks somewhat similar to Ye Feixuan. He was now particularly curious about the relationship between them. When he looked at Ye Feiran again, Ye Feiran's lips curled up slightly and he asked directly, "Master Gui, do you know any treasure that can attract the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower?" Guifeng looked at Ye Feiran without saying anything. Ye Feiran was not in a hurry and continued, "Master Gui, are you interested in stone marrow?"
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. ,,. ,.
