"ah?" Hearing Ye Feiran's words, the little kid was confused, "What about dreaming back to the past life? Didn't you enter the realm of selflessness and practice the sword art for a year?" Ye Feiran was slightly startled. One year? So three years have passed outside the mysterious space. I wonder if Mu Lin and A Xuan are anxious? However, there is not much time left now. Then, she raised her eyes to look at the kid and said seriously, "Tata, tell me about my situation this year." "okay!" Although the little kid was also interested in Ye Feiran's real situation, he still suppressed the burning fire of gossip in his heart and briefly talked about Ye Feiran's situation this year. "In this year, not only have your sword skills become more and more powerful, but you have also mastered the sword intention of ice and the sword intention of fire. You have also mastered two sword techniques. I don't know what one of them is, but the other one should be It’s the return of Wan Jian to the clan.” Hearing this, Ye Feiran suddenly felt like she couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams, but her mind quickly returned to consciousness. Because she was now extremely sure that she would enter the state of selflessness, then dream back to her previous life, and practice the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique all over again. This must be God's special favor for her! Immediately afterwards, she quickly left the fifth floor of the divine tower, found an open space, and began to accept the harvest of her dream back to her previous life. Ye Feiran gathered his thoughts, held the red sword in his hand, and slashed forward with one strike. "One sword breaks the sky!" A burst of white light was seen emitting from the red sword, causing the air in front to distort slightly, and then struck an empty space in front of it. All he saw was a field of ice and snow in front of him, and there was a pit several feet deep in the middle. Seeing the scene in front of him, Ye Feiran was a little stunned, but a burst of excitement followed. Dreaming back to your past life is really rewarding! Ahhhh...that's really good! Then, she took a look at the power of the Sword Intention of Fire and the Return of Ten Thousand Swords. As for the unparalleled sword technique, she would know it when she practices it with Ye Feixuan. The mutated nine-leaf red branch on the side was also very excited and suggested, "Ranran, do you want to use ice and snow to use the sword intention of ice?" Hearing this, Ye Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up. She was also very curious, but when she thought that the mysterious space was her territory, she gave up the idea. "talk about it later!" Mutated nine-leaf red branch: "..." After taking a bath, Ye Feiran's mood calmed down from the excitement. She left the mysterious space and withdrew the surrounding isolation formations, and Ye Mulin's figure immediately appeared in her sight. "Ran'er!" "Lord Emperor!" The two hugged each other quietly, without anyone speaking. After a while, Ye Murin let go of Ye Feiran and asked softly, "Three years have passed, what has Ran'er gained?" Ye Feiran curled her lips and smiled, and then spoke softly. "It's been a great harvest. I have understood the Heaven-breaking Sword Technique, the Sword Intention of Ice, the Sword Intent of Fire, the Return of Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect, and the Unparalleled Sword Technique in the World... How about it, am I good?" Hearing this, Ye Murin was startled for a moment, then held Ye Feiran's shoulders with both hands and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ran'er, do you remember?" Ye Feiran shook his head, "No, maybe it was the blessing of heaven that made me dream back to my childhood in my previous life, and I have been practicing the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique." Ye Mulin felt a little disappointed, but soon returned to normal, "This is a good thing! But who did Ran'er see when he returned to his previous life?" Ye Feiran curled his lips, "Oh, no one saw it. I only heard various pointing voices." Ye Mulin laughed dumbly. Ye Feiran glanced at him with a faint look, and he immediately said, "Ahem... it's not bad to hear the sound." As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feiran smelled something unusual and asked with a half-smile, "Lord Emperor, were you jealous just now?" "No." Ye Mulin immediately denied it. "Haha..." Ye Feiran sneered and continued, "Lord Emperor, you must have thought that I saw someone else but not you just now, and then you overturned the old jealousy of who knows how many years." Ye Mulin: "... Ran'er is right." After hearing this, Ye Feiran stopped teasing him and said, "I'll let you go for now." Ye Murin suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then silently diverted Ye Feiran's attention. "Although you don't worship Lord Yun as her teacher, she regards you as her direct disciple." Ye Feiran nodded, "I know, I will definitely respect Yun Shenjun. By the way, Mu Lin, do you know what Yun Shenjun likes?" As soon as he said these words, Ye Murin glanced at Ye Feiran meaningfully, opened his thin lips lightly and said, "Eat." Ye Feiran opened his eyes slightly, with a look of disbelief on his face, "You said Yun Shenjun likes to eat, is he a foodie?" Ye Murin nodded, "She hates Bigu Pills very much. She won't eat Bigu Pills unless absolutely necessary. She likes to collect delicacies from all over the world." Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly, and when she thought about herself as a foodie, she was no longer surprised. "Okay, then I will know how to honor Lord Yun Shen." Thinking of the person who practiced the Unparalleled Sword Art with him again, Ye Feiran quickly asked, "Where's Ah Xuan?" "She just came out of the forbidden area a few days ago and has completely refined the power of the underworld. She should be resting now!" Ye Mulin replied. "Has she completely refined the power of the underworld? That's really great. I thought she had to go back to the Netherworld to completely refine it." Ye Feiran said with a smile on her face. After she was happy, she didn't forget to pay attention to Ye Mulin's situation. "What about you, Lord Emperor? Have you found a successor? Have the transfer of matters in Xieyun Palace been completed?" After hearing Ye Feiran's series of questions, Ye Murin finally had a smile on his face. "Leng Qian and Ye Qian agreed after thinking again and again. The affairs of Xieyun Palace were handed over two years ago." "That's good!" Next, Ye Murin briefly told Ye Feiran what happened in the past three years. "Everything is going well in the Canglan Ye family. My great-grandfather and great-grandmother have brought many disciples from the clan to the Netherworld for training." "Yan Zheng, Qin Qiu, Xia Lingqing, Gu Wenhua, Hua Moli, Fang Tuo and Bai Jianjia also formed a team to go to the Netherworld to experience." Hearing this, Ye Feiran was a little surprised, and then asked quickly, "What about Tongtong and the others?" "They didn't go, they should all be in the inner courtyard of the God of Heaven now." Ye Mulin replied. Ye Feiran nodded, and then thought about when to go find his friends. They had not seen them for a long time. "By the way, what's the current situation of the Witch Clan?" "The Witch Clan is now a refuge from the world, but Nie Yingluo should have gradually taken control of the entire Witch Clan, and Nie Liuli has also met Ran Qinglan, who is helping her to fully awaken the blood of Xuanyin. Once Nie Liuli fully awakens the blood of Xuanyin, the matter of breaking the seal of the Immortal Land can begin. "Ye Mulin said. Ye Feiran blinked and suddenly felt that time passed quickly. "how long it takes?" Ye Murin's face darkened, "It's hard to say, it mainly depends on Ran Qinglan's ability. If she can't help, I will send someone to help him." After saying that, his expression returned to normal and he gently held Ye Feiran's hand. "Ran'er, when the seal of the Immortal Land is broken, you don't have to rush to ascend." Ye Feiran was slightly startled. Thinking of Ye Murin's worries, he smiled and said, "I know, not to mention that I am only at the peak of transcending tribulation, and it will be a long time before I reach the peak of Mahayana!" Ye Mulin: "Though you accumulate more, you will gain more." Next, Ye Feiran did not go to Ye Feixuan, but planned to have a good sleep. Ye Mulin naturally took the opportunity to have a good rest. After sleeping until he woke up naturally, Ye Feiran did not see Ye Murin, but instead saw Ye Feixuan. "Axuan, where is Mu Lin?"
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. ,,. ,.
