As Ye Feiran's voice fell, the flowers of the other side surrounded the middle-stage Mahayana ghost cultivator at an extremely fast speed, forming a cage of the other side. Ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana: "???" Is the girl in front of me a human being or a flower from the other side? However, when he came to his senses, he was already trapped in the cage on the other side. He wanted to break through the cage on the other side, but he tried many methods but failed to break through a hole. The ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana saw Ye Feiran busy dealing with the black birds around him, seemingly not paying attention to him, and he suddenly felt insulted in his heart. "snort!" He hummed softly and planned to use his special move. biqubao.com Ye Feiran was indeed busy dealing with the blackbirds around, but Bianhua was always paying attention to the situation of ghost cultivators in the middle stage of Mahayana. Therefore, Bianhua noticed the change in his expression and guessed that he might use a trick next, so she said to Ye Feiran, "Master, I will deal with this ghost cultivator." "Okay, be careful!" Ye Feiran warned, and continued to use the leaves of the mutated nine-leaf red branch to kill the surrounding blackbirds. She could now see that this large group of black birds would not leave, so they had no choice but to kill them one by one. As for Bianhuahua, she won't worry at all that she can't defeat the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana. This is naturally because of the power of the underworld in Bianhuahua. It's just a pity that ghost cultivators in the middle stage of Mahayana can't be her training targets, but these black birds are not bad either. When the ghost Xiu Xiu was planning his big move in the middle stage of Mahayana, Bianhua appeared in his sight in human form. One ghost and one flower looked at each other, and Bianhua chuckled softly, "Haha..." Ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana: "!!!" He stopped what he was doing, looked at the Flower of the Other Side, and then at Ye Feiran. There was a look of surprise in his eyes. It turned out that one person was cultivating the Flower of the Other Side. Compared to Ye Feiran, the flower in front of him that could take the form of a human made him feel very dangerous. Without further ado, the movements of his hands became even faster. After a while, he made extremely complex seals with both hands, and then with a loud bang, the cage on the other side finally broke open. The fragments of Biganhua flower all over the sky are extremely spectacular, attracting the attention of many practitioners. The next moment, Hibiscus Flower and the middle-stage Mahayana ghost cultivator also faced each other. The battle between Yigui and Yihua was very fierce, similar to the battle between Tian Panxi and the late Mahayana ghost cultivator. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Tian Panxi and Bianhua moved the battlefield to a place where there were more blackbirds, and then the airflow from their fierce battle also killed many blackbirds. While killing the blackbird, Ye Feiran suddenly thought of something and quickly sent a message to Tian Panxi and Bianhua. "Xixi, Huahua, wait until you kill the black bird and then see how to deal with the two Mahayana ghost cultivators. You can kill one of them to scare the monkeys." "good!" "yes!" Tian Panxi and Bianhua responded one after another, and then focused on killing the blackbird. Although the two Mahayana ghost cultivators had doubts about this, they had no intention of leaving for the sake of Moonlight Grass. Time passed, and after half a day, everyone finally killed all the blackbirds. During this period, Ye Feiran also unknowingly captured more than a dozen blackbirds alive and threw them into the mysterious space. The blackbird was gone, and the atmosphere around him instantly became tense. Bianhua and Tian Panxi naturally fought fiercely with the two Mahayana ghost cultivators, while the eyes of the other cultivators were focused on Ye Feiran. Yes, they are also thinking about moongrass. It happened that at this time, the voice of a ghost cultivator in the late Mahayana period rang out, "Human cultivator, hand over the moonlight grass, or I will be rude." Ye Feiran twitched the corner of his mouth, noticing the murderous intent in the eyes of the two ghost cultivators, and said with a smile, "Xixi, Huahua, kill them!" I will not offend others unless they offend me. If someone offends me, I will offend them. After hearing Ye Feiran's words, Tian Panxi and Bianhua suddenly became excited, and the two ghost cultivators were also very excited. As for other practitioners, they remain in a state of observation. "Ah..." Tian Panxi roared, the nails on his hands became sharp and sharp, and then he quickly attacked the late Mahayana ghost cultivator. Bianhua curled her lips and smiled. After a moment of bare hands, a black mist hit the middle-stage Mahayana ghost cultivator. Whether it was a Mahayana ghost cultivator or other cultivators, their expressions changed drastically as soon as they felt the breath of the black mist. Is that...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. ,,. ,.
