Chapter 1980

As a result, before Ye Mulin had time to speak, the crocodile beast had already spoken human words, "Human, hand over the moonlight grass, otherwise I will not be polite." Ye Feiran: "..." This time she was the one with the crow's mouth! She was not worried about the attack of the crocodile beast, but worried about its mouthful of words. After all, who wouldn’t want a very rare treasure like moonlight grass? Sure enough, as soon as the crocodile beast said these words, she felt the burning eyes from all directions. Crocodile Beast was very satisfied with this. These two humans knocked down so many crocodile beasts with just one move, so it had to be more cautious. Therefore, it directly exposed the matter of Moonlight Grass, thinking that if the two humans didn't know each other, it would take advantage of the chaos and snatch it back. As for those ghost cultivators, they really don't pay much attention to it, otherwise Moonlight Grass would have been discovered by them long ago. Seeing the crocodile beast's proud gaze, Ye Feiran couldn't help but smile. She believed in the poison she refined. Although the powerful crocodile beast in front of him was not poisoned at the first time, now that it has appeared, it will be poisoned as long as it has a trace of the poison she refined. It is only a matter of time. "Mu Lin, it must be poisoned." Ye Feiran sent a message to Ye Mu Lin. After hearing this, Ye Murin knew what was going on and silently sent the message to Murong Lingji. At the same time, the crocodile beast continued to speak human words, "Human, hand over the moonlight grass quickly." "Tsk!" Ye Feiran tutted softly, "You picked the moonlight grass yourself and relied on me. You are just bullying me as a human cultivator." Crocodile: "???" This human being was so good at telling lies with his eyes wide open that she had the nerve to say it. Ye Feiran watched the crocodile beast's reaction and continued, "Even if you kill me, I won't be able to get the moonlight grass. After all, I didn't pick the moonlight grass. If I picked the moongrass and ran away long ago, would I still be here waiting to be snatched away? " After hearing the conversation between Crocodile Beast and Ye Feiran, the cultivators who came out were not sure who had the Moonlight Grass on them. As a result, they all kept silently waiting and watching. As soon as they were sure who the Moonlight Grass was on, they would immediately grab it without hesitation. Crocodile: "???" What is this human going to do? When something goes wrong, there must be a monster! Soon, the crocodile beast thought about the fact that its companion was poisoned and fell to the ground. Could it be that this human had quietly poisoned it? From the crocodile's point of view, it thought that its companions were poisoned by humans one by one, and had no idea that poison still remained in the swamp. Unfortunately, when it thought of this, the poison had already acted on it. "you……" The poison takes effect quickly, and Crocodile starts to collapse after saying just one word. Seeing this, Ye Murin glanced at him, and Murong Lingji cooperated very well by firing a burst of spiritual power to tie up the crocodile beast and prevent it from falling into the swamp. At the same time, Ye Mulin also flew down on the crocodile beast, looking for its own space. As the overlord of the Death Swamp, Crocodile Beast must have collected a lot of treasures. When the surrounding cultivators saw the crocodile beast fall and Murong Lingji tying it up, they all flew over to snatch the treasures from the crocodile beast. In their opinion, even if the moonlight grass is not on the crocodile beast, there must be other treasures on the crocodile beast. Unfortunately, they are destined to be unable to get close to the crocodile beast. Ye Feiran, Ye Han, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing all took action. Ye Feixuan and Li Luo rushed over and joined the battlefield. Suddenly, this swampland was filled with the sounds of fighting. Ye Mulin also found the crocodile beast's own space, and when he saw the medicinal materials collected inside, he packed them all up without hesitation. Of course, he packed everything he thought would be useful at first glance. Suddenly, he paused slightly and then flew back to the shore. Murong Lingji also took back his spiritual power. The next moment, there was a loud "crash" sound, and the crocodile beast quickly fell into the swamp. "Let's go!" Ye Murin sent a message to Ye Feiran and the others. Upon hearing this, Ye Feiran and the others quickly dealt with their opponents and then left quickly. Seeing this, the ghost cultivators around him looked confused, but when they regained consciousness they planned to catch up immediately. At this moment, a huge crocodile beast suddenly emerged from the swamp, and then let out a roar. "Roar!" The next moment, black birds appeared out of nowhere, flapping their wings and began to chase the cultivators around them, and even made a terrifying sound. "Hide quickly, this bird is poisonous!" I don’t know which cultivator suddenly shouted. Hearing this, Ye Feiran couldn't help but look back and saw only a dark place, unable to see the true face of the bird in Lushan. "Master Liluo, is this the bird you were talking about before?"

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. ,,. ,.