Hearing this, Ye Murin was slightly startled, "It's possible, why don't we go back along the road and let Little Mengzi continue to follow Ming Xiang." "Okay!" Ye Feiran nodded, and then sent a message to the mutant nine-leaf red branch to explain the arrangement. The mutated nine-leaf red branch responded without hesitation, "Ranran, I will definitely catch the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." This tone was full of dissatisfaction, and it was still angry that its transparency skills were useless against the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Ye Feiran was just thinking about how to stop without arousing suspicion when he saw the Minghu among the beasts. She changed her position flexibly and soon met Minghu. "Minghu, let's pretend to fight." Hearing Ye Feiran's voice transmission, Minghu was slightly startled, but quickly came to his senses, immediately let out a roar, and then started fighting with Ye Feiran. One person and one beast were full of murderous intent. The surrounding beasts and practitioners did not suspect it, and even felt a little gloating in their hearts. The strength of the male cultivators is unpredictable. They were worried that they would not be able to grab the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Now that they are stopped, it is really great! Only when the chasing beasts and cultivators were gone did Ye Feiran and Minghu stop. "Minghu, thank you!" "You're welcome, but what are you doing?" Minghu asked with a puzzled look on his face. Ye Feiran also concealed Ming Hu and expressed his inner speculation, "We suspect that Ming Xiang and the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower are making noises in the east and west, so we plan to go back along the road to look for the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower." Hearing this, Ming Hu was slightly startled, and then thought about it carefully and realized it made sense, "I'll go with you." "good!" The two men and the beast immediately returned along the road. Because he didn't want to miss any corner, Ye Feiran also asked the Treasure Hunter, Snow Elf, Poppy and Bianhua to come out to help. Especially the other side flower, it also blooms one after another small other side flower. But after searching for half the distance, Bianhua suddenly took back the small Bianhua, came to Ye Feiran, and expressed the idea that suddenly came to her. "Master, do you think if I release a trace of the power of the underworld, will the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower be lured here?" Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up. The power of the underworld was so mysterious and powerful that she believed that no creature living in the underworld could resist its temptation. "Huahua, this is a good idea, you can try it." At this time, she didn't care that the power of the underworld might attract other cultivators and underworld beasts. Looking at the excited people, Ye Murin reminded him, "Occasionally release a trace of the power of the underworld, and take it back in time." "good!" Next, Bianhua released a trace of the power of the underworld. Minghu noticed it immediately and looked at Bianhua with glowing eyes. Facing its longing gaze, Bianhua curled her lips and smiled, "Minghu, do you want to steal my power of the underworld?" Ming Hu was shocked, and immediately came to his senses and said quickly, "Don't dare, I'm just surprised." If it admits it, Higanbana will definitely kill itself in one fell swoop. Now, it only dares to think in its heart and does not dare to take any action at all. "Hmph!" Bianhua snorted coldly, and then put away the trace of dark power she released. "Master, I'll go to the front." "be careful." "knew." When the Flower of the Other Shore released the power of the underworld three times, it not only attracted some cultivators and underworld beasts, but also attracted the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower that they longed for. Just as Ye Feiran guessed, Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Ming Xiang really came to attack the west. Cold Spirit Ghost Flower was planning to take a detour to join the underworld, but suddenly discovered the power of underworld. The power of the underworld is the most mysterious power in the underworld. As long as it gets a ray of the power of the underworld, it will no longer worry that it may be picked off by underworld beasts or practitioners. Thinking of this, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower was extremely excited. After the excitement, it flew towards the power of the underworld. Bianhua was about to take back the power of the underworld when she saw the cold spirit ghost flower flying towards her. Therefore, she did not take back the power of the underworld for the time being, and looked at the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower with a smile. Cold Spirit Ghost Flower: "!!!" Could it be that this flower from the other side also comes for the power of the underworld? Then doesn't its chance of grabbing the power of the underworld become very slim? Thinking of this, Han Ling Ghost Flower paid attention to the power of the underworld while paying attention to the movement of the Bianhua Flower. She did not expect that the Bianhua Flower was the master of this trace of the power of the underworld.
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. ,,. ,.
