After hearing Ye Feiran's words, Bianhua thought of the crocodile beast's reaction before and was speechless. "Master, I'm afraid that they will all be scared away by the power of the underworld." Ye Feiran: "..." According to the previous situation, this seems to be the case! "What's more, for cultivators in the Netherworld, isn't the power of the underworld more attractive than those three kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures?" Bianhua continued. Ye Feiran was choked all of a sudden. This made sense, and she seemed speechless. After a while, she raised her eyes to look at Bai Ju and asked, "Bai Ju, what do you think?" Bai Ju was surprised when he heard their conversation, because he didn't think Ye Feiran could find the ghost orchid flower, cold spirit ghost flower and ghost fruit in such a short period of time. However, he needed to confirm it himself. "Little girl, did you find the Ghost Orchid Flower, Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Ghost Fruit in the Netherworld?" Ye Feiran arched his eyebrows and nodded, "Yes!" Baiju: "!!!" Could he say that he envied Ye Feiran's luck? Let alone other cultivators, cultivators in the Netherworld may never encounter one of these heavenly materials and earthly treasures in their lifetime. Ye Feiran unexpectedly collected these three kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures in a short period of time. Tsk tsk tsk, don’t think about it, Ye Feiran must have received special care from Heaven. In this way, when the candle of the past is fully restored and released, he believes that she will be able to withstand those terrifying thunder disasters. However, I can't tell her now. What if she really doesn't want to live in the past anymore? At this time, Bai Ju didn't even realize that he had recognized Ye Feiran as the former candle owner. "Although I don't know how many rare heavenly materials and earthly treasures are needed to restore the candle of the past, I am certain that ghost orchid flowers, cold spirit ghost flowers and ghost fruits are definitely needed." m.biqubao.com As soon as these words came out, Ye Feiran looked at Bai Ju with a half-smile. Did this guy not tell her the truth? Faced with Ye Feiran's half-smiling expression, Bai Ju felt a little embarrassed. He quickly moved his eyes to Bianhua, coughed lightly and said, "Ahem... Hua sister, use the power of the underworld to lure the crocodile beast, and other crocodiles The beast may be afraid of the power of the underworld, but this powerful crocodile beast may be eager to obtain the power of the underworld.” Bianhua: "..." What the hell is a flower girl? Who is his pretty girl? Bianhua glanced at Baiju, then looked at Ye Feiran, "I obey the master's orders." Bai Ju's mouth twitched slightly, and then asked, "Little girl, what do you think?" Ye Feiran couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, and then said with a smile, "I don't think it's good, so I plan to use the dark fruit to lure the crocodile beast first." Hearing this, Bai Ju suddenly became anxious, "Little girl, we need the Dark Fruit to repair the past." "I know, but I think we can meet Mingguo again in the future." Ye Feiran said with a smile. Bai Ju was choked all of a sudden. After a while, he finally found his voice, "Little girl, I think it's better to keep the Ming Guo." "You don't believe in my luck?" Ye Feiran asked with raised eyebrows. Bai Ju: "...Believe it!" "That's okay." Ye Feiran spread his hands and said. Immediately afterwards, she said to Tian Panxi, the mutated nine-leaf red branch, and Bianhua, "Xixi, Xiaomengzi, and Huahua, you are responsible for paying attention to the cultivators around you and not letting them get close." "okay!" Tian Panxi, Mutated Nine-leaf Red Branch and Bianhuahua immediately left in three groups. Seeing that Ye Feiran would not change his decision, Bai Ju stopped talking and stared at the situation in the swamp. The Ming Fruit is so rare, it must not be wasted. Ye Feiran's consciousness moved, and there was a damaged Mingguo in his hand. As the smell of the underworld fruit spread, the situation below the swamp became more turbulent and turbulent. Some underworld beasts could not help but pop up, their eyes glowing green when they looked at the underworld fruit. Seeing this, Bai Ju immediately started to kill them, using quick and precise techniques. Ye Feiran: "..." It doesn’t have to be like this! "Senior Bai, I think the crocodile beast will be more cautious when you act like this."
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. ,,. ,.
