Chapter 1969

Hearing this, Ye Feiran was slightly startled, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master Liluo Clan, I remember you also have stone marrow." "I did find a stone marrow bamboo shoot, but as the master of a sect, the stone marrow is naturally not enough. Of course, if Miss Ye doesn't want to exchange it with me, I won't force it." Li Luo had a sincere look on his face. He was worried that if he showed any other emotions, Ye Mulin would kill him immediately. Ye Feiran pretended to hesitate for a while and then said, "Exchange is okay, but only if I like the treasure you exchange for." "Of course, thank you, Miss Ye." Li Luo smiled and cupped his hands. Next, he took out the treasure he planned to exchange. Dream Leaf Grass, Dragon Pattern Grass, Water Cloud Fruit, and Ningshen Flower, these are elixirs that have been around for thousands of years and are very well preserved, but Ye Feiran already has them, so his expression has not changed much. Seeing this, Li Luo felt extremely shocked. Miss Ye was actually indifferent to the elixir that was ten thousand years old. How many treasures did she have in her body? However, thinking about Ye Feiran's luck, Li Luo felt clear again. Suddenly, he didn't know what he thought of, and his eyes lit up. The next moment his consciousness moved, a blackened tree trunk appeared in everyone's sight. "Miss Ye, this is a piece of wood struck by lightning." Ye Feiran carefully looked at the wood in front of him. It looked very ordinary and had no thunder attribute at all. When she raised her eyes, Ye Murin nodded immediately, "It was indeed a tree struck by lightning." Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly and looked up at Li Luo, "Master Li Luo, aren't you the most afraid of thunder in the Netherworld?" Hearing this, Li Luo smiled, "We ghost cultivators are indeed afraid of thunder. I got this lightning-struck wood in a secret realm." Ye Mulin squatted down to study the lightning-struck tree, and then sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Ran'er can try to plant it." Ye Feiran's eyes rolled slightly. If the lightning-strike wood in front of him could be grown, it might give birth to a lightning-strike wood core. "Master Liluo, I want this lightning strike wood. How much stone marrow do you want?" Seeing how straightforward Ye Feiran was, Li Luo said directly, "A stone marrow bamboo shoot." Ye Feiran looked at Li Luo with a half-smile, "Master Li Luo, one stone marrow bamboo shoot can at least allow ten cultivators to cleanse their muscles and cut their marrow. I lost this deal." Li Luo naturally knew that he was speaking like a lion, and stretched out his hand to touch his nose in embarrassment, "Uh... that half of a stone marrow bamboo shoot?" Ye Feiran raised his lips and smiled, "A stone marrow bamboo shoot is a stone marrow bamboo shoot, but these elixirs belong to me." After speaking, she pointed at the Dream Leaf Grass, Dragon Pattern Grass, Water Cloud Fruit and Ningshen Flower beside her. "Thank you, Miss Ye." Li Luo quickly cupped his hands. Even so, he still made money. After all, it would be useless for him to keep these elixirs as a ghost cultivator. After Ye Feiran put away the four elixirs and thunderbolt trees, he found the smallest stone marrow bamboo shoot and gave it to Li Luo. Although this stone marrow bamboo shoot is small in size, the stone marrow contained in it can indeed cleanse the muscles and cut the marrow for ten cultivators. After Li Luo got the stone marrow bamboo shoot, he thought of something and said quickly, "Miss Ye, I will do my best to protect Lord Ye." Ye Feiran smiled and said nothing. The reason why she readily exchanged a stone marrow bamboo shoot with Li Luo did have this meaning. In the following time, everyone waited for Ye Feixuan and the death ghost insects to swallow and refine the power of the ghost. Ye Feiran leaned in Ye Murin's arms, seemingly asleep, but in fact his soul went to the mysterious space and asked the little kid to plant the lightning tree. biqubao.com The little kid found an open place and planted the lightning tree with a hum. "Master, if you can't find a lightning-strike wood core in the future, this lightning-strike wood will also breed a lightning-strike wood core." "Then I accept your good advice." Ye Feiran smiled. Then, she ran to watch the fight between Bianhuahua and the mutant ghost cat. Bianhua is very skilled in using the power of the underworld, but the mutated underworld cat is very unfamiliar with it. Therefore, Ye Feiran saw a mistreated cat. When the mutated ghost cat saw Ye Feiran, it immediately became furious and frantically motioned for Ye Feiran to leave, "Meow meow meow..." Listening to its anxious meow, Ye Feiran smiled helplessly and then left. Ye Feiran walked around the mysterious space and saw that the spiritual pets were practicing diligently, and his attention fell on the heavenly material and earthly treasure that followed the curse-breaking flower. The curse-breaking flower stayed under the Cangyu tree and patiently nurtured its offspring, while the gray treasure of heaven and earth also stayed quietly aside to enjoy the bath of light. Ye Feiran squatted down, stretched out his hand and banged it gently, and asked with a smile, "What kind of talent and earthly treasure are you?" The little gray thing moved the leaves, as if answering Ye Feiran. Seeing this, Ye Feiran quickly called the lotus spirit, but the lotus spirit couldn't understand what it was saying. "Master, we don't understand what it says." In fact, when the little gray thing came in, they were all curious about what it was, but none of the spiritual plants could understand what it said. "All right!" Ye Feiran reached out and tapped it again, thinking about checking the ancient book later. After the soul returned to its original position, Ye Feiran really slept on Ye Murin. Murong Lingji on the side was very envious. He didn't mind Ye Han sleeping next to him at all. However, this did not prevent him from directly setting up a small tent. "Han'er, go to the tent and rest! The death bug has been refined, and Ye Feixuan must not have finished refining it yet!" I was really tired during this period, so Ye Han just hesitated for a moment and said, "Then I'll rest first." After she has rested, let Murong Lingji rest. Ye Han walked into the tent and saw a beauty couch, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up. At the same time, Murong Lingji outside also thoughtfully set up a soundproof barrier. Time passed, and another month passed. Ye Feixuan finally devoured the power of Ming, but only refined a little. "Sorry for wasting everyone's time." "Ye Chengzhu made a serious statement. Wherever there is waste, we will gain a good harvest." Li Luo said immediately. "Yes, yes, Xuanxuan is serious." "Xuanxuan, have you refined the power of the underworld?" Looking at everyone's expectant eyes, Ye Feixuan's lips curled up, "No, I only refined a little bit. I plan to refine it slowly in the future." Seeing that everyone was silent, Sikong Jing said quickly, "Xuanxuan, then go to the spirit world quickly, we will wait for you." Hearing this, Ye Feixuan's eyes widened suddenly, and her breathing became a little rapid, "Spiritual world, what spiritual world?" Is it the spiritual world in her imagination? Ye Feixuan quickly looked at Ye Feiran, who smiled and nodded, "Except for Mu Lin and Poison Master Murong, we have all been there." After saying that, she sent another message to Ye Feixuan, "I have already told Wanwan about you." Hearing this, Ye Feixuan was so excited that she couldn't go to the God Realm at the moment, but Lingwan could. In this way, her parents will know that she is still alive. "Where is the entrance to the spirit world? I'm going to the spirit world now." Ye Feixuan said impatiently. Ye Feiran did not answer Ye Feixuan immediately, but looked up at Sikong Jing, Hao Zicun, Li Luo and Ye Han, and said with a smile, "Auntie, take A Xuan with you! Maybe we can try it again then. Spiritual Tower.” Hearing this, Ye Han, the three of them and Li Luo's eyes suddenly lit up. No one thought that there were too many treasures. "Really?" Ye Feiran looked at Ye Feixuan and smiled mysteriously, "You will know after we get there." Sikong Jing took Ye Feixuan's hand and urged, "Xuanxuan, let's go." Following the sound of falling water, Ye Feixuan and the others swam quickly to the back of the waterfall.

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. ,,. ,.