Hearing this, Ye Feiran glanced around subconsciously, but could not find Ye Yuheng, so he had to send a message and reply, "Grandpa, don't worry, our Fengyun Team 3 will definitely come back alive." Finally, she added, "If anyone in the family wants to enter the secret realm, they can come with me." After hearing the summons, Ye Yuheng sighed softly, "In that case, you should be careful in everything. Grandpa is waiting for your return at home." As for why no one from the Canglan Ye family came to this ancient secret realm except Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan, it was naturally because their branches and leaves had only recently been sublimated. Of course, except for the Canglan Ye family, many families do not allow disciples to come because they think that since the Xingyue Immortal Sect has chosen to open the ancient secret realm to the entire continent, there will naturally be a first time. In front of the treasure, life is at stake, not to mention that this group of cultivators cannot possibly snatch up all the treasures in the ancient secret realm. Time passed, and cultivators entered the ancient secret realm one after another. When half a day was almost up, Ye Feiran and his party finally moved. When entering the space gate, they felt the power of the teleportation array, and everyone tightly grasped the arms of the people around them in a tacit understanding. However, even so, they still fell into the mud. Then, no one laughed, their attention was attracted by the environment in front of them. This is a huge grassland. Among the green grass, there are many old spiritual flowers and spiritual grass growing. There are common ones and rare ones, such as Juling grass, Broken intestine grass, Ningshen flower... Such an environment makes people feel that they are entering an ancient fairyland, not an ancient evil realm. According to the traces, the cultivators who came in earlier had already picked a lot of spiritual flowers and herbs, but Ye Feiran and his party did not dislike it and picked whatever they saw. Ye Feiran and the others were busy picking spiritual flowers and herbs, while Ye Feixuan, a ghost cultivator, began to observe the situation in the grassland. The grassland is rich in spiritual power. In addition to growing various spiritual flowers and spiritual grasses, there are also some small beasts with low strength such as spiritual chickens and rabbits. The grassland is surrounded by clouds and mist, which also blocks out all inquiries, but there will be some breath coming from time to time, such as the breath of monsters, the breath of babies... In addition to them, there are other cultivators in the grassland not far away. Some are also picking spiritual flowers and spiritual grass, and some are already close to the edge of the grassland and choosing a direction. Time passed, Ye Feiran and the others were still picking spiritual flowers and spiritual grass, while the practitioners on the grassland had already chosen a direction to leave. Ye Feixuan was sure that there were no other cultivators on the grassland, so she came behind Ye Feiran and said, "Aran, let's go too!" Ye Feiran carefully dug out the elixir and asked, "Are they all gone?" Hearing this, Ye Feixuan curled her lips and smiled. The tacit understanding between the two sisters of the Ye family is still there. "gone!" Ye Feiran stood up, and others who heard their conversation also came over. "Little Ye Zi, which direction are we going?" "You've always been lucky, and we all listen to you." Han Xize and Mu Ge said in tandem. Ye Feixuan nodded in agreement, "Aran, you choose the direction." The smells coming from all directions were different. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, and then flew in a circle along the edge of the entire grassland. Finally, she stopped at a spot that left no trace. "Come on, let's go in a direction that no practitioner would choose." No one had any objection. After all, if they were asked to choose, they would always feel that their luck was not as good as Ye Feiran's. Everyone walked through a mist-shrouded area and immediately smelled the stench in the air. Everyone frowned, and then looked up, their expressions changed slightly, just because everywhere they saw were rotting bones. In addition to the rotting bones everywhere, there are also piles of bones like hills, and these bones are both human and Warcraft. Ye Feiran held his breath, and then quickly found a small piece of elixir in the mysterious space. The next moment, she picked nine leaves and gave them to Ye Feixuan and the others. "This is Lingzhu grass. Its leaves have the effect of purifying and clearing the heart. If you hold it in your mouth, you won't feel the stench of rotting corpses." Hearing this, Ye Feixuan and the others quickly took a leaf and held it in their mouths. Sure enough, the stench in his breath was purged, and when he inhaled again, there was the fresh breath of Lingzhu Grass. "I finally feel alive!" Han Xize couldn't help but sigh. Ye Feixuan glanced at him and warned, "These rotting corpses may come back to life at any time, everyone, be prepared!" As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately entered a state of preparation for war. Perhaps after hearing Ye Feixuan's words, the corpse in front of him actually moved. I saw them crawling up from the pile of rotting bones, looking over with rotting faces, and showing a weird smile, which scared Han Xize to the point of screaming. "ah……" Ye Feixuan suddenly looked confused when she saw that only Han Xize screamed. Normally, isn't it the girl's family who makes the screams? Noticing her doubts, Ye Feiran smiled and explained, "Xize is afraid of ghosts." Ye Feixuan was speechless for a while, then she took the Qingming Sword and slashed at the corpse crawling in front of her. Ye Feixuan and the others also followed suit. Soon, they discovered that these rotting corpses could not be killed at all. Even if they were divided into pieces, they would automatically reassemble themselves after a while. Then, everyone burned it with fire. In the end, only the natal fire sacrificed by Ye Feiran could burn the corpse to ashes. "Little Ye Zi, do you want to use this sky fire to burn all these corpses to ashes?" As soon as Situ Yu finished speaking, Ye Feixuan immediately said, "No!" Ye Feiran naturally understood what she meant, but Yunchen and the others didn't think of it and looked at Ye Feixuan doubtfully. Seeing this, Ye Feixuan had no choice but to explain, "Although no other cultivators have walked on the path we chose, if another cultivator comes later, these rotten corpses can at least stop them for a while." "That's it!" Everyone nodded in understanding. "Then how do we leave? Xiaoye is burning while we leave?" Ye Feiran shook his head, "If you don't want to burn, I have another way." "What can we do?" Everyone looked curious. The next moment, Ye Feiran had a Hanyin Bell in his hand. She exchanged the Hanyin Bell from Feng Yi. Now the mysterious space has grown a lot, so it is better to use the Hanyin Bell than the Sky Fire. "Han Yin Ling!" Ye Feixuan's eyes flashed with surprise, and she felt once again that Ye Feiran had so many treasures in her body. Ye Feiran wrapped Hanyin Ling with spiritual power and said, "After it freezes, everyone will leave as quickly as possible." "good!" Ye Feiran narrowed her beautiful eyes, and then threw the Hanyin Bell in her hand. As soon as the Hanyin Bell was thrown out, it made a series of chilling jingling sounds, and then the area centered around it quickly froze, and the surrounding corpses were naturally frozen. biqubao.com Ye Feiran scanned the surroundings with his consciousness and found that the corpses were all sealed in ice. "Tsk, this Hanyin Bell can indeed freeze thousands of miles, let's go!" Although Hanyin Ling was frozen for six hours, they couldn't waste time here. As a result, everyone used the fastest speed to leave this land of rotting bones. But soon, Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan turned back, returning to the center of the Land of Rotten Bones.
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. ,,. ,.
