Chapter 1979

When Ye Murin saw the moonlight grass, he was so surprised that he did not answer Ye Feiran immediately. According to his memory, moonlight grass usually only appears in the God Realm. He never expected that there would be moonlight grass in the Death Swamp in the Netherworld. When he heard Ye Feiran's words, he came back to his senses instantly, "Yes, this is moonlight grass, Ran'er is so lucky!" Ye Feiran's eyes lit up and his tone was full of excitement, "Moonlight grass is a rare plant that absorbs the essence of the moon. It is said to have the magical effect of improving wisdom." Ye Murin nodded, "Moonlight grass does have such an effect, so it is very rare and only comes once in ten thousand years. When you pick the moonlight grass later, Ran'er can eat it directly." Hearing this, Ye Feiran looked at Ye Murin with a half-smile, "Lord Emperor, do you think I'm not smart enough?" Ye Mulin: "..." What is this? He obviously didn't mean it. "No, Ran'er is overthinking!" "Really?" Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then I will pick the moonlight grass later and the Emperor will eat it." "Okay." Ye Mulin agreed readily. As long as Ran'er is happy, he can do anything. The corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, "Then you pick the moonlight grass first! Such a rare treasure must be guarded by a powerful guardian beast, most likely the most powerful crocodile beast in the entire Death Swamp. " "Okay!" Ye Murin agreed quickly. Anyway, he had not planned to let Ran'er pick it himself. "Be careful!" Ye Feiran never forgot to warn. The moment Ye Mulin's hand touched the water, there was a splashing sound. Ye Murin and Ye Feiran's eyes changed, and they looked behind the Moonlight Grass warily. Ten crocodile beasts suddenly appeared in this swamp, looking at Ye Feiran and Ye Mulin with murderous eyes, as if they would bite them all if they moved. "Mu Lin, how do you plan to deal with these crocodile beasts? Their strength is not low." Ye Feiran asked in a low voice. "No matter how powerful they are, they are not as powerful as the ancient beasts. The ancient three-legged golden crow can deal with them." Ye Mulin replied, his words were as simple as eating and drinking. Ye Feiran took a deep breath and continued, "But as soon as the ancient beast appears, it will immediately attract other cultivators. We haven't found the underworld fruit yet!" When there are too many cultivators, it will be even more difficult for them to find the underworld fruit. Ye Murin reached out and held Ye Feiran's hand, "Don't be afraid, I just have a chance to see their strength." Ye Feiran was speechless for a while, "Are you serious?" Ye Murin smiled and nodded, "Yeah!" Seeing this, Ye Feiran rolled her eyes. This man was teasing her! "In that case, then use my method first." "good!" Ye Feiran's method was to poison. Although poisoning might destroy many medicinal materials under the swamp, she had to do it for the moonlight grass. "Little Mengzi, put this drop of poison among these ten crocodiles." "Okay!" The mutated nine-leaf red branch sounded a little excited. It could finally do things again. When this drop of poison fell on the swamp, it immediately spread around. After a while, the swamp was in chaos, and the crocodile beast flopped for a while and then passed out. Without further ado, Ye Feiran's claws immediately reached towards the moonlight grass in the water. Because of the help of the leaves of the mutated nine-leaf red branch, the entire moongrass was fished out together with the swamp mud. Ye Feiran didn't plan to study the moonlight grass at the moment, so he quickly threw it back into the mysterious space for the little kid to clean up, and then picked up all the stones around the moonlight grass. According to past experience, everything that is with a baby is a baby. When she picked up the last stone, there was a huge crash, and then a huge crocodile emerged from the swamp. "Roar!" It roared suddenly, almost bursting Ye Feiran's eardrums. Fortunately, Ye Mulin set up a barrier in time. This roar also instantly attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the entire Death Swamp, and they all rushed over to check the situation. Ye Feiran: "..." Fortunately, she had put away the moongrass and stones, otherwise it would definitely have caused a bloody storm. "Mu Lin, this crocodile beast shouldn't be able to speak human words, right?"

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. ,,. ,.