Hearing this, Ye Feiran was naturally moved, but she also knew that sometimes she shouldn't be too greedy. "Ahem... I'm very satisfied with understanding the time attribute sword intention." The little kid rolled his eyes, "Don't try to understand the properties of time anymore. Are you sure you won't regret it in the future?" "Yes, so I plan to try it for a month." Ye Feiran replied immediately. The little kid pondered for a while and then said, "One month is too little, let's give it three months! If there is no sign of anything in three months, we will give up." "Okay, it's up to you." This time, Ye Feiran still recalled the events of Sunset Bay and Time Fragments, but three months had passed without any gains at all. Ye Feiran: "..." Little brat: "..." Sure enough, you can’t be greedy! "Woman, what are your plans next?" the little kid couldn't help but ask. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Does Tata have any good suggestions?" "My suggestion is to spend half your time practicing and half the time practicing Time Sword Intent." The little kid replied immediately. "I think so too." Ye Feiran smiled. Before practicing the Time Sword Intent, she did not forget to remind the little kid, "Tata, remember what happened with Purple Lotus." "Humph, I have never forgotten it." The little boy snorted. “Tata is awesome!” Ye Feiran praised the little kid and started practicing the Time Sword Intent. The remaining half of the time passed, and the little boy reminded Ye Feiran. Ye Feiran took a pill to relieve fatigue, and then entered a state of cultivation again. In this way, ten years have passed in the Time Array, which also means that it is time to leave the Tower of Time. Four thousand five hundred cultivators were sent out of the Tower of Time at the same time, and the Tower of Time disappeared into the sky without any regret. Suddenly, the faces of the 4,500 cultivators had a sense of vicissitudes of life. The higher the level, the stronger the sense of vicissitudes of life, but every cultivator gained something. After Ye Feiran landed on the ground, he glanced at the Tower of Time as he left and looked for Ye Mulin. Ye Murin had actually taken a look at Ye Feiran's situation, and then started to stare at Nie Liuli. Murong Lingji stared at Ran Qinglan. At the same time, Ye Feixuan did not forget Ye Feiran's previous explanation and came to Ye Murin's side immediately. When Ye Murin saw Ye Feixuan, her beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows furrowed, "Why are you here?" "Lord of the Night God Territory, Aran asked me to follow you. When the time comes, she will trouble you to bring something back to the God Realm." Ye Feixuan immediately sent a message. Hearing this, Ye Murin was slightly startled. It turned out that Ran'er already knew! "good!" On the other side, Si Xuan also came to Murong Lingji's side. Murong Lingji suddenly looked like he was flattered, "Senior Si, are you staring at Ran Qinglan with me?" Si Xuan didn't even raise his eyebrows, "Is there a problem?" "No problem, it's my honor!" Murong Lingji immediately replied. Ran Qinglan and Nie Liuli both went to the ninth floor of the Tower of Time, and their auras became significantly stronger. Although Nie Liuli's cultivation level has not reached the peak of Mahayana, but looking at her happy look, Xuanyin's blood is probably fully awakened. After the two people met, they were very happy to see each other's condition, and neither of them realized that they were being stared at. Ran Qinglan and Nie Liuli looked at each other and said in unison, "Let's go!" As soon as they left, Ye Murin, Murong Lingji, Si Xuan and Ye Feixuan also left. However, no one except Ye Feiran noticed this. When their backs all disappeared, Ye Feiran's eyes fell on the Canglan Ye family. At this moment, everyone in Canglan’s Ye family was filled with joy, just because everyone’s strength had improved. Ye Feiran looked at their current cultivation levels and found that most of them improved by one level every year. Of course, there are exceptions. For example, Ye Jiajing's cultivation reached the early stage of Mahayana. In response, Ye Yuheng and Gong Yufu looked pleased. Ye Yuheng even reached out and patted his shoulder, "Jing'er is good. From now on, the Canglan Ye family will be in your hands." Ye Jiajing was originally very happy that his cultivation had suddenly reached the early stage of Mahayana. But when he heard Ye Yuheng's words, he instantly felt a huge responsibility. He quickly adjusted his mood and said, "Great-uncle, Jing'er will not let you down." "Okay, okay!" Next, Ye Yuheng took care of the disciples of the Canglan Ye family one by one, and at the same time reminded them not to be proud and to seize the time to consolidate their cultivation. The auras of Ye Long and Zong Zheng Yunyin have naturally become much stronger, and the cultivation levels of Ye Jiayan and Ye Shiyue have also broken through to the tribulation stage. The two brothers and sisters are whispering to each other at this moment, looking very excited. Grandma Feng Yuexi's aura has naturally strengthened a lot, and grandfather Ye Changqing's cultivation has also broken through to the tribulation stage. At this moment, Feng Yuexi is teaching him a lesson, but he has a smile on his face. Ye Han's cultivation level has naturally reached the peak of Mahayana. She was looking around, probably looking for Murong Lingji. Seeing this scene, Ye Feiran also had a smile on his face, and then his eyes fell on the Zongzheng family. The situation of the Zongzheng family was the same as that of the Canglan Ye family. If I have to say it, the Zongzheng family is happier than the Canglan Ye family. After all, they are an alchemy family. Time is divided into two, and their strength is naturally not as good as those who specialize in cultivation. Now, the opportunity of the Tower of Time has allowed their cultivation to advance rapidly. In the future, in addition to consolidating their cultivation, they will also spend more time refining alchemy. An alchemist who is not weak in strength is ultimately feared and respected. Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran began to look for her friends. When she saw that their cultivation levels had all successfully reached the peak of Mahayana, the corners of her mouth could not help but rise. Then, her eyes fell on Yan Zheng, Qin Qiu and others, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider. Ahem... They, Thunder Wind and Cloud, must be able to ascend to the fairy world together. After she was happy, she also noticed some familiar practitioners, such as Nie Yingluo and Qian Mingzhu, whose cultivation levels had also reached the peak of Mahayana. In addition, Yu Liuxia, Gao Wanyun, Shen Ke, Lu Ziheng and others are also the same. All in all, after coming out of the Tower of Time, every cultivator's face was filled with joy. It's just that some lower-level cultivators will envy the higher-level cultivators. After all, the gap in strength has suddenly widened a lot. At the same time, other forces and families noticed the situation of the Canglan Ye family and the Zongzheng family, especially when they saw the groups of Mahayana monks and Tribulation Transcendence monks, they felt envious, jealous, and hateful in their hearts! How great it would be if their power was their family! Gradually, everyone dispersed and began to discuss when to leave the city that never sleeps. Ye Shiyue and Ye Shiqing naturally walked over and took Ye Feiran's arms. "Sister, I'm so happy!" "Ran'er, thank you!" "You're welcome, we are a family." Ye Feiran smiled. On the way, Ye Feiran met Fengwei. "Master Ye, long time no see!" Feng Wei was the first to speak.
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. ,,. ,.
