Next, Ye Feiran repeatedly played the demon-suppressing song, and continued to regain his mental strength in the early stage, while the blood-red color in Shan Yonghe's eyes also kept fading. Later, Ye Feiran no longer stopped to recover his mental power, but kept playing the demon-suppressing song repeatedly, and the speed of mental power consumption also accelerated. At the same time, Ancestor Shan and Family Master Shan, who were waiting outside, became restless as time passed. Pei Yu was also worried, but he was worried about Ye Feiran, but the most important thing at the moment was to keep an eye on Patriarch Shan and the head of the Shan family, and not let them cause trouble. After playing the 19th Demon Suppression Song, there was only a faint blood red in Shan Yonghe's eyes, and Ye Feiran's mental power was almost exhausted. Suddenly, whether it was the ancient nine-tailed fox, the black rose essence, the mutated nine-leaf red branch, or Ye Mulin, they all felt nervous and worried. None of them wanted Ye Feiran to hurt his soul because of a lightning strike on a wood core. Ye Feiran was halfway through playing the demon-suppressing song for the twentieth time when his head began to hurt. As her mental power became less and less, her head became more and more painful, but seeing that the blood-red color in Shan Yonghe's eyes was about to disappear, she persisted until the end. When the last note fell, Ye Feiran's vision went dark and he passed out. "Ran'er!" "Ranran!" "Owner!" Black Rose Essence immediately took out the Yun Ling Pill and fed it to Ye Feiran, then stuffed it into her mouth one after another as if it was free of charge. After the Yunling Pill took effect, the mutated nine-leaf red branch finally remembered to put away the God and Demon Qin, and at the same time he did not forget to take a look at Shan Yonghe, whose limbs were tied by chains. When the last trace of blood-red color faded from Shan Yonghe's eyes, he also fell into a coma. However, none of them bothered to pay attention to the mutated nine-leaf red branch. The most important thing at the moment was naturally Ye Feiran. After drinking a bottle of seventh-grade Spirit-Absorbing Pill, Ye Feiran finally woke up faintly after recovering a little mental strength. "Ran'er, how are you? Your soul is not injured, right?" Ye Mulin asked immediately. Ye Feiran was at a loss for a while, and then slowly came back to his senses, only to feel a headache. However, she did not forget to reply, "No, it's just that my mental power is almost exhausted. I can just recover my mental power and rest for a few days." Hearing this, Ye Mulin breathed a sigh of relief. When he was about to speak, he realized that Shan Yonghe was about to wake up, so he had to send a message. "Don't play demon-suppressing songs for others in the future. Wait until your cultivation improves. This is very dangerous." Ye Feiran knew the man's worries and responded obediently, "Okay!" As for whether or not to play later, it naturally depends on the situation. Because in fact, after being treated for the obsession, her understanding of the anti-demon music will become deeper and deeper, her piano skills will also improve, and her mental power will also improve even though she almost exhausted her mental power. Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran's consciousness moved, and a spiritual stone appeared in his hand, and he quickly absorbed it. Shan Yonghe woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at the situation in front of him in confusion. Isn't he obsessed? But why is he so sane now? He first looked at the situation around him, then looked at his limbs tied by chains, and finally his eyes fell on the front, and then his pupils shrank suddenly. An ancient spiritual plant! An ancient mythical beast! At this moment, they all looked at him with evil eyes. Shan Yonghe swallowed subconsciously, but as the young master of the Shan family, he quickly calmed down and asked, "Excuse me, where is this place?" His voice was very hoarse. "Xuan Tian Immortal Sect!" Black Rose Spirit replied. "Xuan Tian Immortal Sect? Why am I in Xuantian Immortal Sect?" Shan Yonghe murmured. He felt that he was dreaming at the moment, because only in a dream would he be sane. The black rose essence understood his confusion very well. She rolled her eyes slightly and said, "My master has cured your obsession. Now that your mental power is exhausted, do you want to show some expression?" Hearing this, Shan Yonghe looked at the Black Rose Essence in surprise, and said in a trembling voice, "Obsessed? Cured? You mean my obsession was cured by your master?" The next moment, he smiled bitterly again, "Haha..." He was indeed dreaming! How could anyone in this world be able to cure a cultivator who has gone crazy? The black rose spirit curled her lips, then waved her hand without hesitation, shooting rose thorns at Shan Yonghe. Suddenly, Shan Yonghe's face was covered with rose thorns, and he clearly felt the pain. "hiss……" "Does it hurt? If it hurts, it's not a dream." Black Rose Essence said with a half-smile. Shan Yonghe felt the pain on his face carefully. He subconsciously wanted to reach out, but his limbs were tied by chains. The next moment, the black rose spirit started to cut off the chain specially made by the hidden Shan family. Shan Yonghe's limbs were free, and he immediately pinched his thigh hard, feeling the pain clearly again. "It hurts. Is this really not a dream? Am I really awake?" Shan Yonghe was so excited. After he got over his excitement, Black Rose Spirit silently reminded him, "What's your expression?" Shan Yonghe was stunned for a moment. Remembering what Black Rose Essence had said before, his spiritual consciousness immediately reached for his own ring, and then took out all the spiritual stones he had obtained before. "Is this enough?" Hearing this, Black Rose Essence's eyes suddenly widened, and her voice suddenly became much louder, "What the hell are you thinking about? Are you going to kill a beggar with such a small amount of spiritual stone? Do you think being obsessed is so easy to cure?" " In fact, the spirit stone that Shan Yonghe took out could restore half of Ye Feiran's mental power, but the mutant nine-leaf red branch had been secretly encouraging the black rose essence to have more, so she can't blame her for this reaction. Ye Feiran helped the obsessed Shan Yonghe wake up, which was equivalent to a life-saving grace. He could repay it with lightning strikes and other thank-you gifts. "In order to heal you, my master absorbed more than just a small amount of spiritual stone in the early stage. What's more, in the end, she almost exhausted all her spiritual power and almost injured her soul." Black Rose Essence added silently. This also made Shan Yonghe feel embarrassed and guilty, "I...but I only have these spirit stones with me, but I can go back to my family to get them." The black rose spirit looked at Shan Yonghe with disgust, then moved the spirit stone in front of Ye Feiran. At this time, Shan Yonghe also saw Ye Feiran. The woman sat cross-legged on the ground, closing her eyes to absorb spiritual power. Although her face was pale, it did not affect her stunning beauty. Shan Yonghe stared at Ye Feiran blankly, and a cold air that could freeze someone to death quietly emanated from Ye Feiran's sleeves. The ancient nine-tailed fox felt it immediately, and couldn't help but roar, and at the same time released a small amount of ancient coercion to attack Shan Yonghe. "Roar!" Shan Yonghe has been possessed by evil spirits for so many years, and now he has just regained consciousness. His body is naturally very weak, so such a trace of ancient coercion is enough to make the blood surge throughout his body. "puff!"
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. ,,. ,.
