Chapter 1978

"It's a crocodile beast that looks similar to a crocodile. They are very powerful and have almost no natural enemies in the swamp." Ye Feixuan replied. At this moment, one of the practitioners suddenly made a move. He stepped on the water and flew towards a strange-looking grass. I saw him picking that piece of grass and planning to return along the road. But at this moment, a huge mouth suddenly stretched out from the swamp. It was very fast and swallowed the cultivator almost instantly, leaving no possibility of escape. "ah……" The screams of the cultivators before they died reminded any cultivator on the swamp that they must not act rashly. Seeing this scene, Ye Feiran and the others' expressions changed. This death swamp was more dangerous than they imagined. At the same time, this huge mouth did not immediately return to the swamp, but began to chew. Listening to the sound of chewing, everyone's expressions changed again, and they no longer dared to act rashly. "That's the crocodile beast." Ye Feixuan said. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, this crocodile beast indeed looked similar to a crocodile. Then her attention fell on the treasure growing on the swamp. Obviously, medicinal herbs are one of the "specialties" of the swamp, and most of them are of a certain age. For example, the ghost cultivator who was eaten by the crocodile beast picked a medicinal material called Bingyuncao. As its name suggests, ice cloud grass has rhizomes that look like popsicles and leaves that look like clouds. In addition to ice cloud grass, there are also huge piranha, blood orchid, moonlight grass, etc. Li Luo noticed Ye Feiran's focus and couldn't help but say, "The Death Swamp is the largest of the three dangerous areas in the Netherworld. It is said that there are thousands of precious medicinal materials and rare fruits growing in it. It's just that Because of the power of the crocodile beast, the cultivator’s gains are not great.” At the end, Li Luo's tone was extremely regretful. If he finds a way to deal with the crocodile beast and collects the treasures of the Death Swamp, his sect can definitely become the number one sect in the Netherworld. Ye Feiran rolled his eyes, then looked around, and then said, "The treasures around here are already being targeted by cultivators. Why don't we go to the depths of the swamp! Since there are so many treasures here, there is no need to follow other cultivators. snatch. Of course, if you encounter dark fruits, moonlight grass, blood orchids, etc., grab them if you can. " After hearing Ye Feiran's words, everyone nodded in agreement, "Okay!" So, the group of people walked deeper into the swamp. Time passed and the sky gradually darkened. Suddenly, a gust of wind roared past, blowing away the miasma surrounding the swamp, but the surrounding atmosphere became obviously weird, because from time to time, a particularly horrifying sound was heard. "Is this the voice of a ghost?" Hao Zicun couldn't help but ask. "No, it's the cry of a bird that lives in the death swamp." Li Luo replied. "Birds chirping?" Hao Zicun had a look of disbelief on his face and looked around specifically. "What kind of bird is this? It's even scarier than the cry of a crow." Li Luo shook his head, "I don't know. Very few cultivators have seen its true face in Lushan." Murong Lingji raised his eyes and looked around, then suggested, "There are no other cultivators here. Let's wander around separately and then come back to camp here." "OK!" Murong Lingji was naturally with Ye Han, Ye Murin and Ye Feiran, while Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing were with Li Luo and Ye Feixuan. Ye Feiran held Ye Mulin's hand and couldn't help but smile, "Mu Lin, do you feel like the years are quiet?" Hearing this, Ye Murin couldn't help but smile, "Ignoring the movement below the swamp, there is indeed a feeling of quietness over time." After all, the hazy moonlight shines through the gauze-like cloud curtain, directly coating the entire Death Swamp with a soft glow. All in all, the night here is really nice. While walking, Ye Feiran noticed a silver-white grass in the swamp water. "Mu Lin, what is that?" Ye Murin followed Ye Feiran's gaze and looked over. I saw a silver-white grass that was like the condensed moonlight in the sky. It was shining with precious light under the moonlight, like a perfect work of art. Ye Murin didn't say anything, and Ye Feiran couldn't help but guess, "Is this moonlight grass?"

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. ,,. ,.