According to the traces in the ground, Ye Feiran quickly found an intermediate monster, and she smashed the flowing fire stone in her hand without hesitation. The result was naturally to be killed with one stone. After all, it was not very flexible to move around in the ground. The intermediate monster was burned to ashes, and the surrounding soil was scorched black. Seeing this, Ye Feiran twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the flowing fire stone and continued to look for the second intermediate monster. Of course, if she encountered low-level monsters on the way, she would throw the flowing flint at them without hesitation. In this way, Ye Feiran used the earth escape technique to infiltrate almost every monster nest, and then successfully killed ten intermediate monsters and hundreds of low-level monsters. When she returned to the ground, she happened to meet Xiao Yutang who successfully killed an intermediate monster. Xiao Yutang was slightly startled when he saw Ye Feiran emerging from the ground, and then blurted out and asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye, are you also grabbing the nine-color flower?" Ye Feiran nodded breathlessly without blushing, "Well, one petal of the Nine-Colored Flower can be upgraded to a level. I want to pick it up, but..." Xiao Yutang couldn't help laughing when he heard the word "pick up leaks", "Hahaha... I also want to pick up leaks, but I can't even see the shadow of the nine-color flower, so I'd better kill the monsters!" "I think so too." Ye Feiran smiled. Then, she looked around and asked, "Fellow Daoist Xiao, how many intermediate monsters have you encountered?" Xiao Yutang was slightly startled, guessing Ye Feiran's thoughts, and replied with a smile, "One, the remaining intermediate monsters may have been killed by the masters of the major sects. Although they only came for the Nine-Colored Flower, But now that I’m here, I will definitely kill the intermediate monsters and high-level monsters here.” Hearing this, Ye Feiran suddenly felt regretful. Her intermediate monsters and high-level monsters! But thinking that she had killed one high-level monster and ten intermediate monsters here, she felt satisfied again. "That's great, let's continue killing the remaining low-level monsters!" "good!" The two looked at each other and then took action separately. The Third Team of Fengyun and others were naturally concerned about the Nine-Colored Flower, but when they saw a group of masters coming to snatch the Nine-Colored Flower, they gave up immediately and tried their best to kill the monsters around them. When Ye Feiran found them, she found that they were already furious. She did not stop them, but joined the fighting circle. In this way, twenty-four people spent three days and three nights to finally kill the tens of thousands of monsters in this monster nest. After the last monster dissipated, they quickly took the elixir and then lay down directly on the spot. It’s so tiring! On the other side, the masters of the major sects are still looking for the Nine-Colored Flower in the Hongyue Mountains, showing signs that they will not give up until they find it. In short, after Ye Feiran and Xiao Yutang's group rested for a few days to recover, they did not rush to find the monsters. They settled directly in the cave of the monster's nest. Everyone immediately checked the changes in their identity cards, and when they saw the numbers on them, everyone showed a satisfied look. Yunchen and the others were very curious about the numbers on Ye Feiran and Ye Han's identity tags, but no one asked them. Han Xize played with the identity card in his hand and raised his eyebrows, "I wonder how many monsters others have killed?" Nalan Weiran glanced at him and said, "You can ask Fellow Daoist Xiao and the others." Han Xize was very moved, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it. "It has been less than a year since we entered the Monster Kiln. If you ask, I'm afraid the two of us will fight." Qian Mingzhu nodded in agreement, "That makes sense!" Xiao Yutang gave them a good impression, but the impressions of others were not so good. However, in the following time, everyone had a tacit understanding not to disturb each other. During the day, everyone worked together to search for monsters nearby. Ye Feiran and the alchemist from Xiao Yutang's team stayed in the cave. Naturally, they took the time to refine the elixir. After Yu Liuxia, Yunchen and Situ Yu went out for three days in a row, they stayed in the cave to refine the elixir because they didn't encounter a single monster. Of course, they only refined the elixir during the day, and everyone stayed in the cave to practice together at night. I don't know if it was because of the red moon, but they found that practicing at night was more rewarding than usual. One month was enough for the major sect forces and monsters to search through the entire Red Moon Mountain Range, but there was still no trace of the Nine-Colored Flower. A group of cultivators recalled the situation of the night when the nine-color flowers were in full bloom over and over again, but found nothing unusual. In this way, they finally left the Red Moon Mountains unwillingly. When they returned to Demon Sealing City, they immediately contacted other cultivators to learn about the situation that day, but found nothing unusual. Wang Zezhi suddenly remembered something while listening to the discussion between Ke Duzhong, Qingwu and Rongyue. He remembered that when Ye Feiran killed Ming Jie, Ming Jie could not escape no matter what. From this point of view, maybe the disappearance of the nine-color flower without a trace might be related to Ye Feiran. But what kind of treasure is this that can actually stop a group of cultivators like them, and most of them are Immortal Emperor cultivators. The more Wang Zezhi thought about it, the more curious he became, so he made an excuse to leave, which was actually to send a message to Ye Feixuan. "Axuan, there are nine-color flowers in the Hongyue Mountains. I suspect that your sister has snatched them. Please take the time to contact your sister." Wang Zezhi regretted cutting off the communication. He was really just curious, but he didn't know what Ye Feixuan and Ye Feiran would think. However, he did not continue to summon Ye Feixuan to explain. Ye Feixuan's eyes were full of surprise when she received Wang Zezhi's message. If Aran really grabs the Nine-Colored Flower, that would be great! She didn't think much about Wang Zezhi. After all, what cultivator wouldn't care about a heavenly and earthly treasure like Jiusehua, especially a peak Immortal Emperor like Wang Zezhi, who was only one step away from becoming a god. The petals of the color flower will most likely allow him to ascend directly to godhood. However, based on her understanding of Wang Zezhi, he would never take it forcibly, and would only think about what treasures to exchange. At the same time, she also thought of a serious question. Master Wangzezhi guessed that Aran might have grabbed the nine-color flower, but what about the other cultivators? The next moment, she immediately took out the communication jade card to contact Ye Feiran, but when she saw the fairy jade in her hand, she looked annoyed again. So, she had no choice but to send a message to Master Wang Zezhi. "Master, I haven't exchanged the information about the jade plaque with A Ran yet. Since you are so suspicious, please help protect A Ran. I will be grateful." Hearing Ye Feixuan's reply, Wang Zezhi was helpless, but he still replied, "I understand." Anyway, no matter whether Ye Feiran grabbed the Nine-Colored Flower or not, he still had to protect it. On the other side, the Red Moon Mountains. After Ye Feiran and the others confirmed that all the masters from the major sects had left, they prepared to start killing the monsters again. It's just that these monsters haven't given up looking for the Nine-Colored Flower yet, or something else. The number of monsters they encountered is very small. This night, the moon in the sky looked much redder than usual, almost bleeding. "Beauty Ran, the red moon tonight is different!" Black Rose Essence reminded her immediately.
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. ,,. ,.
