The next moment, everyone had a spiritual weapon in their hands. Ye Feiran glanced at the monster in front of him and warned, "The monster is the nemesis of the advanced flame and god-refining clan." As Ye Feiran's voice fell, everyone started to move. Suddenly, this area flashed with various fire skills. The strength of this group of monsters was not very good. They also saw that Ye Feiran and his party, except for Ye Feiran, were all in the early stage of immortals, so they went out collectively. I thought I would be able to taste the delicious soul, but I never expected that they were so fierce, all fire attribute cultivators. The surrounding flames gave the monsters no time to use soul attacks on Ye Feiran and the others. In this way, it only took a stick of incense to kill hundreds of monsters. Each person killed at least eight monsters. Everyone took a look at the numbers on their identity cards and couldn't help but smile. "Hehe... this monster isn't that good at all!" Han Xize laughed. The next moment, Jiang Yinghan and the others immediately gave him a death stare. Seeing this, Qian Mingzhu, Nie Yingluo, Yu Liuxia, Lu Yingzhou and Fengwei looked confused. Han Xize thought of the crow's mouth and immediately smiled, "Haha... Now we are only on the outskirts of the Gray Mist Mountains, so it is normal for the monsters we encounter to be relatively weak." "Ahem..." Ye Feiran coughed lightly, helping to resolve Han Xize's embarrassment, "The rankings are based on the number of monsters killed. We must seize this rare opportunity." "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go quickly!" Lu Yingzhou said immediately. The group of people walked forward while recovering their spiritual power. As they walked, Ye Feiran and the others found themselves surrounded by monsters. These monsters were camouflaged with the help of gray mist, and now they directly surrounded Ye Feiran and his party. Ye Feiran frowned. They didn't notice it at all. It seemed that these monsters were very good at hiding their aura. Seeing the dense black mist surrounding them, Han Xize and the others couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and their scalps felt a little numb. "There are too many monsters! Are we poking into the monster's nest?" "It's possible. Visually, there are thousands of monsters." "Be careful of their soul attacks!" Just like this, thousands of monsters stared at Ye Feiran and his group, and Ye Feiran and his group also stared at them, in a state of immobility. biqubao.com At the same time, whether it is Demon Sealed City, Red Moon City or the major sects and forces in the fairy world, there are water mirrors showing the situation inside the monster kiln. Seeing Ye Feiran and his party surrounded by thousands of monsters, many people sighed with emotion. "It seems that the monsters in the monster kiln are really starting to overrun!" "There are thousands of monsters. Although they are the weakest in strength, there is only one peak immortal among these fourteen people. I wonder how they will deal with it?" "I'm also looking forward to how they will deal with these thousands of monsters." At this time, many sect forces already knew that Ye Feiran and his party were cultivators who had ascended to the lower realm. Although there are many among these 50,000 cultivators who are similar in bone age to them and have cultivation levels above them, the first level that the natives of the Immortal World break through after they are born and start practicing is the early stage of Immortal, and the spiritual power of the Immortal World is higher than that of the Immortal Realm. The richness of the nether world. Therefore, there is no comparison between them. In time, these proud men who have ascended from the lower world will leave most of them far behind. Which sect wouldn’t want such a talented cultivator! Red Moon City. The big figures from the ten major sects in the immortal world gathered together, and they were all looking at the performance of Ye Feiran and his group in the water mirror. To be honest, even though Xuantian Immortal Sect knew a little more about Ye Feiran than others, they really didn't know much about their specific situation. Therefore, at this moment, the ten major sects are looking forward to their next performance. "Hey, aren't these the group of young practitioners who ascended from the lower realms that the Xuantian Immortal Sect tried every means to take away?" the Yin-Yang Immortal Sect said in a weird manner. "It seems so. I want to see how the cultivators who are favored by Xuantian Immortal Sect are doing?" Hehuan Immortal Sect said immediately. Although the other sects did not speak, the expressions on their faces revealed the same meaning. Qingwu glanced at them and sneered, "It's as if you have no idea how to rob people! Otherwise, you don't need to bring up the matter of the monster kiln at this juncture. You can wait until our Xuantian Immortal Sect recruits all these disciples before bringing it up. " Ke Duzhong took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "Qingwu, don't be angry, it's a good thing for us that they said this. Doesn't this prove that they look down on this group of young disciples at all? When the time comes, just don’t try to rob us. " Qingwu came back to his senses and immediately put on a bright smile on his face, "The sect leader is right, I will see who is so shameless and doesn't mean what he says." Everyone: "..." The Sword Immortal Sect glanced at the Yin Yang Immortal Sect and the Hehuan Immortal Sect vaguely, blaming them for talking too much. Yin Yang Immortal Sect and Hehuan Immortal Sect: "..." I should have known better than to take the lead, damn it! Ever since, these sects silently made a note to each other in their hearts. However, even though I am being criticized now, I still have to grab it when the time comes. Talented practitioners usually have to be shameless to recruit them. Ke Duzhong and Qingwu naturally knew this, but now they could quarrel with each other as much as they could, so they could feel at ease first. Wang Zezhi, who had been expressionless on the side, had a smile in his eyes. At the same time, the Gray Mist Mountains. Thousands of monsters showed a face at the same time, but each face was very terrifying and ferocious. Some even had misaligned facial features and very hollow eyes. Facing thousands of such faces at the same time, everyone felt nervous and their scalps were numb. If they were timid, their legs would probably be weak from fear. Ye Feiran glanced at the thousands of monsters and said in a serious tone, "We must fight quickly and be careful of their soul attacks. It's time for our contracted beasts to come out and stretch their muscles." As Ye Feiran's voice fell, everyone released their contracted beasts without hesitation. Qian Mingzhu, Nie Yingluo, Yu Liuxia, Lu Yingzhou and Fengwei also have contract beasts, and they are all divine beasts, but their level is not as high as that of Fengyun Team Three. Ye Feiran, Tang Mengtong, Han Xize and Mu Ge did not go crazy and released all the contracted beasts, but only released one, which were the eighth-level divine beast Flame Demon Ape, the fifth-level divine beast Vajra Demon Ape, the ninth-level super divine beast Fire Soul Fox and The eighth-level mythical beast is a mutated volcano beast. Before Pastoral's ascension, the mutated volcano beast that had always refused to contract also took the initiative to ask for a contract in order not to survive the thunder catastrophe of ascension. Seeing those divine beasts, even super divine beasts, the people from all the major sects in front of Shui Jing were shocked!
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. ,,. ,.
