"Listen to this scary sound." Li Luo replied with a wry smile. He also didn't expect that he would be so unlucky to encounter them this time, and there were so many of them in a large area. One, two or a few are not scary, but a large group is really scary! Otherwise, the cultivators around him wouldn't have run away in such a panic. Ye Feixuan on the side saw Ye Feiran and Murong Lingji looking back frequently. They were obviously interested in the poison on the black bird, but now was not the time. "Aran, Mr. Murong, swarms of blackbirds are difficult to deal with. Don't let them catch up. Otherwise, as long as you stay in the Death Swamp for a day, they will look for you all day long." After hearing this, Ye Feiran and Murong Lingji lost their thoughts instantly, and their speed was faster than before. Unfortunately, because of the crocodile beast's order, the black bird's target was Ye Feiran, so no matter how many cultivators were around, their large army still followed Ye Feiran and his party. In response to this, Ye Feiran was speechless for a while, and quickly sent a message, "Everyone run separately, the black bird's target is me." "Aran, I'll accompany you." Ye Feixuan said immediately. "No, just Mu Lin comes with us." Ye Feiran replied. Ye Feixuan: "..." She glanced at Ye Murin and ran directly in the direction of Ye Han. Seeing this, Li Luo also followed, and Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun were no exception. Ye Han was also worried about Ye Feiran, but Murong Lingji's words made her give up the idea of accompanying Ye Feiran in the past. "With the Emperor here, these black birds cannot harm the Empress, not to mention the Empress doesn't want you to go there." "Okay!" Ye Han nodded in agreement. She didn't want to think too deeply, for fear that she would be a hindrance in the past. Sure enough, after they ran in different directions, they soon ran away from the black bird. At the same time, Murong Lingji became interested in the poison on the black bird and directly stared at the lone black bird. Ye Han on the side rolled his eyes and couldn't help but remind him, "Mr. Murong, Ran'er is also interested in Blackbird." "Don't worry Han'er, I will catch a few more." Murong Lingji immediately replied, and he would not miss the opportunity to show his favor. Ye Feiran and Ye Murin have been chased by a large number of blackbirds. However, there were also cultivators fleeing around, and the two of them did not dare to hide in the mysterious space. "Mu Lin, this is not the way to go. How about we lead them deep into the Death Swamp?" Hearing this, Ye Mulin raised the corners of his lips. He thought Ran'er was planning to stop and kill the birds! There is no way they can deal with these black birds. For example, the natural fire of the ancient beasts can definitely be burned accurately. However, the ancient beasts will be exposed, and they will be even more eye-catching. "Okay, maybe you can meet Mingguo." As a result, the two people changed directions. Seeing this scene, the cultivators around were stunned. On the one hand, they were thankful that Ye Feiran and Ye Mulin had lured the black bird away, but on the other hand, they were worried about the Moonlight Grass. The appearance of a large group of black birds made them more convinced that the moonlight grass was on Ye Feiran. "Shall we follow?" "Those two Xiu were either poisoned by Black Bird, or Black Bird was killed by them. If they kill Black Bird, do you think we are their opponents?" "They are heading deep into the Death Swamp. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with them, and they will be blocked by other underworld beasts." "But moonlight grass is hard to come by!" For a while, many practitioners fell into entanglement, but some practitioners gave up after weighing the pros and cons. Compared with moon grass, life is naturally more important. Of course, some cultivators also chased after them. After all, Moonlight Grass is too attractive. On the other side, Ye Feixuan planned to catch up, but was stopped by Ye Han. "Don't worry, A-Xuan, Ran'er and Di Zun will be fine." Because she guessed that the reason why Ye Feiran lured the black bird to the Death Swamp was that he might use the ancient divine beast's natal sky fire to deal with the black bird, and second, he might hide in the mysterious space. Ye Feixuan looked into Ye Han's eyes, noticed the seriousness in her eyes, and nodded gently, "Okay!" "The appearance of the blackbird has disturbed the peace of the Death Swamp. Let's find a place to camp!" Murong Lingji said. Anyway, now that they are hunting for treasure, they will be stared at by many monsters in the swamp. Ye Feiran and Ye Murin rushed towards the depths of the Death Swamp while paying attention to the situation behind them. When they found that a cultivator was catching up, the two of them looked at each other and then started to make trouble. The two men threw thunder beads one after another into the swamp, directly attracting the monsters from under the swamp. As a result, the cultivators who caught up behind them were busy dealing with these monsters. In this way, Ye Feiran and Ye Murin ran for another half an hour to make sure there were no other cultivators around. The latter created a burst of smoke that could isolate the exploration of spiritual consciousness, and then hid in the mysterious space. After running away at high speed for a long time, it was time for them to take a break to replenish their spiritual power. The two of them were paying attention to the situation outside while recovering their spiritual power. As a result, they noticed at a glance that there was a fruit tree above the swamp, which was full of gray fruits. Under the moonlight, each fruit seems to have a different kind of brilliance, which is particularly eye-catching. Ye Feiran blinked and asked in a slightly excited tone, "Mu Lin, is that the Mingguo?"
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. ,,. ,.
