Chapter 1960

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Li Luo. It turned out that Li Luo saw Ye Murin and Ye Feiran at first sight, and was attracted by Shimen at second glance. At this sight, a ray of dark power on the stone door wrapped around Li Luo at an incredible speed, and was about to devour his flesh, blood, and soul. Seeing Li Luo's situation, Ye Feiran was stunned on the spot. At this time, she finally understood why Ye Murin had not let her see the stone door. This power of the underworld is really terrifying! Although she had entered reincarnation, everything had to start from scratch. Not only did Ye Murin not dare to let her take this risk, she also didn't dare to do it herself! Ye Murin did not take action, only reminded Ye Feixuan. "Ye Feixuan, save people!" Hearing this, Ye Feixuan came to her senses instantly and understood why she was not afraid of the power of the underworld, so she directly began to devour the power of the underworld that was wrapped around Li Luo. Sensing the danger of being swallowed up, this ray of underworld power immediately left Li Luo and concentrated on entangled with Ye Feixuan. After the power of the underworld was transferred to Ye Feixuan, Li Luo immediately fell to the ground, gasping for air. It was almost, just almost, that his soul would be swallowed up. Li Luo sat for a while, his breathing slowed down, but he still looked frightened. Ye Feiran's eyes were always paying attention to Ye Feixuan's situation, while Ye Murin glanced at Li Luo, with a look of disgust in his eyes. Li Luo noticed Ye Murin's disgusted look and completely came to his senses, then subconsciously looked for Ye Feixuan. Seeing the power of the underworld on Ye Feixuan, his heart suddenly lifted, but seeing Ye Feixuan trying to swallow the power of the underworld, and thinking about what happened before, he suddenly blushed. What a shame! It's no wonder that Ye Mulin dislikes himself. If it were him, he would definitely dislike him too. For a moment, Li Luo couldn't help but feel embarrassed. At the same time, he didn't dare to look at Shimen rashly anymore. The power of the underworld was much more terrifying than he imagined, but if it could be devoured and refined, it would definitely be a powerful force. It's a pity that he really doesn't dare to try again. With his current strength, if he wanted to swallow the power of refining the underworld, he would undoubtedly have to smash an egg against a stone. Seeing that Ye Feixuan could swallow the power of the underworld so quickly, while he felt happy for Ye Feixuan in his heart, he also gradually felt a sense of inferiority. When Ye Feiran saw that Ye Feixuan had begun to swallow a trace of the power of the underworld, she felt less nervous. When she looked back, she noticed the change in Li Luo's expression. She raised her eyebrows slightly and couldn't help but say, "Master Liluo Sect, it seems that we are the same. I don't dare to look at Shimen either." Hearing this, Li Luo's eyes suddenly lit up, and when he thought about Ye Feiran's talent, the inferiority complex that had just arisen in his heart was instantly shattered. His talent is not as good as Ye Feixuan, but Ye Feixuan said that her talent is not as good as Ye Feiran, but now Ye Feixuan can swallow the power of Ming, but Ye Feiran dare not look at the Ming on the stone door with him. The power of this clearly shows one thing. Ye Feixuan and Ye Murin must have some ulterior secret, and this secret happens to be the reason why they are not afraid of the power of the underworld. Thinking of this, Li Luo glanced at Ye Murin, then at Ye Feixuan, clenched his hands into fists and unclenched them, then cupped his hands towards Ye Feiran and said, "Miss Ye, thank you." Ye Feiran accepted his thanks, and then added, "I just don't want to see a cultivation genius buried." Li Luo: "..." However, he was recognized by Ye Feiran as a cultivation genius, and he felt happy again. Ye Feiran looked at Ye Feixuan's situation for a while and then said, "Master Liluo, please pay attention to A-Xuan's situation." "Okay, if you don't tell me, I will also pay attention to A-Xuan's situation. She is my life-savior. I will definitely repay her life-saving grace in the future." The more Li Luo talked, the more witty he felt. This was really an opportunity to show off. Ye Feiran probably guessed her little thoughts through the changes in his expression, but he didn't reveal it. She treated Ye Feixuan and Li Luo the same way she treated Murong Lingji and Ye Han, letting them develop freely. Immediately afterwards, Ye Feiran sent a message to Bianhua, "Huahua, do you want to swallow some more power of the underworld?"

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. ,,. ,.