Bianhua noticed the movement around her, rolled her eyes slightly, and her eyes fell on the trace of dark power, and then moved closer to it. Seeing this, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower also approached the trace of dark power. Soon, there was the power of the underworld between them. The Cold Spirit Ghost Flower was on guard against a sudden attack by the power of the underworld, and also on the other side of the Flower from the Other Side to strike first. The whole flower was in a very tense state. Bian Hua silently sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Master, I found the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, come quickly!" Hearing the voice transmission, Ye Feiran was very excited and said quickly, "Mu Lin, you and Minghu are watching the beasts and practitioners behind, Bianhuahua has found Hanling Ghost Flower." "Okay, be careful." Ye Murin agreed immediately. He naturally knew that Ye Feiran didn't want Minghu to know the existence of the mysterious space. Minghu was also interested in the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower, but it was a beast that kept its promises and was also afraid of Ye Mulin, so it nodded. According to the contract with Bianhua, Ye Feiran arrived soon, but she did not show up immediately. At this moment, Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Bianhua Flower are also at their most tense moment, both feeling that the other is about to take action. The next second, the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower took action, and that trace of dark power wrapped around it. Bianhua naturally did not take action. Upon noticing this, Cold Spirit Ghost Flower suddenly thought of something and subconsciously wanted to escape with the power of the underworld. However, it was too late. More power of the underworld emanated from the other side flower, entangling the cold spirit ghost flower in the blink of an eye. The Cold Spirit Ghost Flower naturally doesn't want to die. It has finally cultivated its spiritual wisdom and will be able to transform in the near future. Ever since, it made a harsh and terrifying sound. "Woooo..." It thought that such a sound could attract more underworld beasts and practitioners. It and the power of the underworld, naturally the latter is more popular with the beasts and practitioners of the underworld. When they snatch the power of the underworld, it can take advantage of the chaos and escape. It's a pity that the ideal is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. The moment it made a sound, Ye Feiran appeared next to Bianhua, and now with a movement of consciousness, he directly put them into the mysterious space. At the same time, Ye Feiran did not forget to send a message to Ye Murin, "Mu Lin, I will hide in the space first." After saying that, she also flashed back to the mysterious space. After a while, underworld beasts and cultivators came here. "Hey, where did it go? There is obviously the power of the underworld and the breath of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower here." "Maybe he escaped." "Look quickly, find the power of the underworld and the cold spirit ghost flower one by one." Some cultivators and ghost beasts searched in different directions, while some cultivators and ghost beasts stayed where they were, just because of the aura left in the air. Ye Mulin and Minghu also came over. Each one and the other beast had the same reaction as everyone else. Their purpose was to find the power of Ming and the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Everyone launched a carpet-like search around them, but found nothing. The remaining power of the underworld and the scent of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower in the air gradually began to dissipate. Realizing this, many cultivators and beasts began to search around, but some cultivators and beasts still stayed. Ye Murin knew that Ye Feiran was here, but in order to avoid attracting the attention of some practitioners, he sent a message to Ming Hu. "We will act separately and meet here in half an hour." Although Minghu didn't understand why they were gathering here, but because they were afraid of Ye Mulin, they could only blink in agreement and didn't dare to ask anything. After Ye Mulin and Minghu left in different directions, the remaining cultivators and Minghu also left one after another. In the mysterious space, Ye Feiran paid attention to the situation outside and the situation of the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower. Just because it was still making whining sounds, it seemed that it hadn't noticed that the environment had changed. Bianhua was helpless and couldn't help complaining to Ye Feiran, "Master, isn't it stupid?" Ye Feiran smiled and shook his head, "It is not stupid, but very smart. It is probably too nervous in this situation. No matter what kind of creature in this world, this situation may happen occasionally." Anyway, she couldn't guarantee that she would be alert and sane at all times. This Cold Spirit Ghost Flower is indeed very smart, otherwise it wouldn't be able to fool the beasts and practitioners in the entire Sea of Wrong Souls. And faced with the temptation of the power of the underworld, it quickly made a choice, deliberately making noises to attract other underworld beasts and practitioners to snatch the power of the underworld, and then took advantage of the chaos to escape. If she didn't have a mysterious space, the cold spirit ghost flower's escape plan would most likely succeed. After hearing this, Bianhua looked at Ye Feiran and then at Hanling Ghost Flower, with a look of confusion on her face. Listening to the harsh and terrifying whine that still showed no sign of stopping, she really couldn't see how smart this cold ghost flower was?
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. ,,. ,.
