In the middle stage of Mahayana, the ghost cultivator's face changed greatly at first, and then he felt secretly happy. He had been thinking about the power of the underworld for a day or two, but he never had the chance to encounter it. Right now, this flower from the other shore possesses the power of the underworld, and he doesn't mind grabbing it at all. The same is true for the cultivators watching around, who are eager to take possession of the power of the underworld on the Bianhua flower. After all, there is no one in the entire Netherworld who doesn't want to get this mysterious power of the underworld. Facing their coveted looks, Bianhua and Ye Feiran were both calm, because they both believed that no one could take away the power of the underworld. Because the ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana wanted to snatch the power of the underworld, he did not dodge. He stood there and let the power of the underworld turn into black mist to wrap up his whole body. The next moment, he began to fight against the power of the underworld, trying to devour it. Bianhua noticed his movements and couldn't help but tsk, "Tsk!" Everyone wants to get the mysterious power of the underworld, but everyone must have this opportunity, otherwise they will just end up becoming the nourishment of the power of the underworld. Bianhua controlled the power of the underworld. After a moment, the middle-stage Mahayana ghost cultivator let out a shrill scream, "Ah... don't!" Bianhua hooked her fingers, and the power of the underworld returned to her hands. The ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana had turned into a mummy, and the blood and soul had disappeared. This scene caused the surrounding area to fall into an eerie silence. It was too terrifying, but the cultivators around him were frightened and at the same time eager to obtain the power of the underworld. In the eyes of most cultivators, opportunities and dangers coexist. Ghost cultivators in the middle Mahayana period do not have this opportunity, but maybe they do! More importantly, they finally encountered the power of the underworld, so it would be a pity to give up like this. The ghost cultivators in the late Mahayana period, that is, the companions of the ghost cultivators in the middle Mahayana period, were naturally very sad to see this scene. Tian Panxi seized the moment when he was distracted and smashed his Dantian with one punch. The reason why it was so easy was of course that he had been beaten almost all over his body. "ah……" As the Yin Qi leaked, the face of the ghost cultivator in the late Mahayana period also changed from middle age to an old man. The broken dantian almost caused him to collapse, but thinking that Ming Guo could repair his dantian, he struggled to escape. Tian Panxi naturally didn't give him a chance to escape, and grabbed his neck with one hand, "Actually, I'm very good, so I plan to give you a happy life today, after all, a useless person... No, living as a useless ghost is a kind of torture. ”biqubao.com The old man's pupils shrank suddenly, "No..." However, Tian Panxi's hand tightened, and after a while, the old man died of anger, his wide eyes showing his unwillingness. The two Mahayana ghost cultivators were killed in this way. The people around looked at Tian Panxi and Bianhua and couldn't help but swallow their saliva. They kept asking themselves in their hearts whether they could really beat them and then use the power of the underworld. Grab it? Bianhua glanced at the cultivators around her and lightly opened her red lips, "Who still wants to worry about my power of the underworld? Welcome to grab it. I just discovered that there is too little nourishment for the power of the underworld." Practitioners around: "!!!" No, they don't want to become the nourishment of the power of the underworld, but why are they so unwilling in their hearts! The mutated nine-leaf red branch looked around at the changes in the expressions of the cultivators around it, and couldn't help but complain to Ye Feiran, "Ranran, I find that Bianhuahua is talking more and more like you, and these cultivators really hate longevity! " Ye Feiran smiled and said nothing. Facing the peerless treasure, their reaction was too normal. Under the influence of ten thousand years of drought, the swamp in this area turned into red land, and the previous crocodile beasts were either killed or fled to hide under the swamp. Compared with other cultivators, crocodile beasts are more afraid of the power of the underworld, so as soon as they discovered the breath of the power of the underworld, they hid under the swamp in panic. Ye Feiran has seen all these things, so she now has a new plan. Originally, after getting the ghost orchid flower, cold spirit ghost flower and ghost fruit, she planned to join Bai Ju to find the candle fragments of the past, but now she found that the power of ghost was so useful, she planned to pick more living things. Medicinal herbs of the dead swamp. Don't miss the opportunity and never come again. Who knows if she will come to the Netherworld in the future? When Ye Feiran and his party slowly left this red land, the cultivators around them also left under the half-smiling eyes of Bianhuahua. When everyone just arrived at the edge of Red Earth, an explosion suddenly occurred in the center of Red Earth. "boom!" After a period of flying sand and rocks, a huge stone door appeared in the center of the red land. This stone gate, which looks like just a door, exudes a mysterious atmosphere. "What's this?" "Secret realm?" "No matter, I'll go in and take a look first!" After a while of surprise, many cultivators flew towards the stone gate, and some even broke into the stone gate directly. Their figures disappeared as soon as they passed through the stone gate, and they didn't make any screams or anything like that. Seeing this scene, everyone is more certain that this stone gate is an opportunity. As a result, more cultivators gave up the medicinal materials they were guarding in the Death Swamp and rushed into the stone gate. Ye Feixuan and Li Luo were naturally interested. They looked at each other and then looked at Ye Feiran and the others. "Aran, we are going to have a try, what about you?" Ye Feiran glanced at Ye Murin, Ye Han and Murong Lingji. They all looked like you were making a decision, and couldn't help but laugh, "We finally came to the Netherworld, so naturally we have to venture into the Netherworld." The secret realm of the world, not to mention the emergence of this secret realm thanks to Xixi." Hearing this, Tian Panxi smiled shyly. In fact, he didn't know if it was her influence! Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing didn't know what they were thinking of. They looked at each other excitedly. If the current situation didn't allow it, they couldn't help but ask Ye Feiran if there was a way to leave the Netherworld. Hey, hey, hey... They have been in the Nether World for many years, not to mention how much they want to leave. They firmly believe that as long as they leave the Netherworld, there will always be a chance to return to their own continent. Ye Feixuan noticed their emotional changes and raised her eyes to look at them, her eyes signaling them not to act rashly. This look made Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing even more excited, but they also tried hard to calm down. There's no rush, they can go and break into the secret realm of this stone door first. Hearing this, Ye Feixuan's lips curved, "Okay!" Then, she turned to look at Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing, "What about you?" Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing nodded at the same time, "Together." So, a group of people walked towards the stone gate. During this period, many practitioners passed by them. They were probably afraid that if they entered later, there would be less treasure! Walking to the stone gate, Ye Murin held Ye Feiran's hand tightly. "Together." "Okay!" Ye Feiran nodded. Although he was not sure whether they would be forcibly separated, there was no need to say it now. Murong Lingji saw this scene, took a deep breath, and then sent a message to Ye Han, "Han'er, let's come together too!" Ye Han was startled for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay!" As soon as the voice fell, her hand was held. Ye Han: "!!!" Murong Lingji was in a beautiful mood, but tried his best to control the expression on his face, "I'm offended." A blush appeared on Ye Han's pretty face. She quickly glanced at Murong Lingji and then looked away, unable to say a word. Fortunately, everyone's attention was on the stone door, otherwise Ye Han's face would have been even redder. "Let's go!" Ye Feixuan broke into the stone gate first, followed closely by Li Luo, Sikong Jing and Hao Zicun, followed by Ye Murin and Ye Feiran, Murong Lingji and Ye Han. During this period, Tian Panxi grabbed Ye Feiran's right hand. Ye Mulin: "..." Why is it so annoying!
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. ,,. ,.
