Ye Feiran smelled the cold spirit ghost flower, and the surrounding underworld beasts and some cultivators naturally smelled it too, and they all started searching in unison. Suddenly, the island was shaking, and from time to time, the roars of underworld beasts could be heard. Ye Feiran flew up to a big tree. Looking back, the scene was similar to that of a beast wave. "Mu Lin, let's hurry up!" The figures of the two people turned into an afterimage and shuttled through the forest, surpassing the beasts one after another. A quarter of an hour later, the two people stopped at the same time, and the strong smell indicated that the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower was in front. The two people hid in a dense tree, and then began to look around, and saw a dark elephant at a glance. Its strength was comparable to that of a ninth-level super beast. On the head of the Hades is a gray herb, which is the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. The first time Ye Feiran saw the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, he compared it with the gray herb in the mysterious space. On the outside, they look like ordinary wild flowers and weeds, but the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower in front of them clearly exudes ghost power. Perhaps their gazes were too focused, and Ming Xiang and Cold Spirit Ghost Flower noticed them and looked over at the same time. But they just glanced at Ye Murin and Ye Feiran, and then did whatever they had to do, as if they didn't care about them. Seeing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and glanced behind him, and then ordered, "Little Mengzi, capture the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." "Okay!" The mutated nine-leaf red branch said with confidence, and then used the transparent skill to move towards the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. When the mutated nine-leaf red branch saw the right moment and pounced on the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower actually dodged. Mutated nine-leaf red branch: "???" Is its proud transparency skills useless? Or is this all just a coincidence? Ye Feiran: "???" Could it be that Han Ling Ghost Flower could see Xiao Mengzi? When the mutated nine-leaf red branch pounced on the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower again, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower dodged again. At this moment, Mutated Nine-leaf Red Branch and Ye Feiran were even more suspicious that Cold Spirit Ghost Flower could see through the transparent skill of Mutated Nine-leaf Red Branch. "Little Mengzi, try again." "good!" The third time, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower still avoided. For a moment, the mutated nine-leaf red branch was a little frustrated, and then countless transparent leaves surrounded the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. As a result, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower saw that something was wrong and poked the underworld image below with its leaves. The next moment, the underworld elephant started flying. Although Pluto is huge, it is very fast. The mutated nine-leaf red branch naturally refuses to admit defeat and has more and more leaves. Seeing that something was wrong, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower jumped directly from the Hades to the ground, and then turned into an afterimage, disappearing from the sight of the mutated nine-leaf red branch in the blink of an eye. Mutated nine-leaf red branch: "..." It ran away, it actually ran away! Without Ye Feiran's instructions, the mutated nine-leaf red branches immediately launched a carpet-like search, but could not find any trace of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. "Ranran, it ran away!" The mutant nine-leaf red branch said aggrievedly to Ye Feiran. This is the first time it has failed since it had the ability to be transparent! "Don't be discouraged. The relationship between Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Ming Xiang is not simple. We just need to follow Ming Xiang." Ye Feiran comforted. After hearing this, the mutated nine-leaf red branch suddenly felt energetic again when he saw Ming Xiang still running forward. "I don't believe I can't catch the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." At the same time, the cultivators and underworld beasts from behind also caught up. Maybe it was because Ming Xiang was contaminated with the smell of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower that they all followed Ming Xiang. Many cultivators noticed Ye Mulin and Ye Feiran, but because the aura on Ye Mulin's body was too terrifying, they did not dare to approach them rashly. Everyone chased the dark elephant for a while, but still found no trace of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Ye Feiran frowned and sent a message to Ye Mulin, "Mu Lin, do you think Ming Xiang and Han Ling Ghost Flower are trying to make trouble?"
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. ,,. ,.
