Chapter 1982

Looking at the bunch of gray fruits, a flash of surprise flashed in Ye Mulin's eyes, "Yes, it's the Ming fruit, Ran'er's so lucky!" Ye Feiran glanced at Ye Murin, then curled his lips and smiled, "Well, you are so lucky, but it must be because of the combined luck of mine and yours." Ye Murin smiled helplessly, "It's mainly Ran'er's luck." Ye Feiran stopped arguing with Ye Murin and began to pay attention to the situation outside. "I wonder when these black birds will leave? They never leave, and it will be difficult for us to pick the fruit." More importantly, she was worried that these black birds would eat the underworld fruit. Mingguo may not only be one of the heavenly and earthly treasures that can repair the candle of the past, but also one of the medicinal materials that can repair the Dantian and the sea of ​​consciousness. Although there is no Dark Fruit, she has also refined a potion to repair the sea of ​​consciousness and Dantian, but if there is a Dark Fruit, the effect of the potion will be even better. Therefore, she must get this bunch of underworld fruit, preferably by uprooting it and transplanting it to the mysterious space. Thinking of this, Ye Feiran's eyes suddenly lit up. Yes, yes, transplant, she doesn't have to wait for the blackbird to leave. "Mu Lin, let's quickly recover our spiritual power and transplant the Ming Fruit here later." Ye Mulin naturally agreed readily, "Okay, I'll cover you." Outside, a large group of blackbirds were stunned when they discovered that the auras of Ye Feiran and Ye Murin suddenly disappeared. Immediately afterwards, they spread out to look for Ye Feiran and Ye Mulin, but they did not fly far and kept lingering nearby. What's more important is that they keep making horrifying calls, making the surrounding swamp not peaceful at all. Ye Feiran saw this scene: "..." m.biqubao.com But don't attract other cultivators or monsters to destroy her Mingguo. After being speechless for a while, Ye Feiran couldn't help but slap himself in the mouth. Although she didn't say it out loud, she was really a crow's mouth. Because there were several crocodile beasts around Ming Guo, they surrounded Ming Guo, acting like guardian beasts. "Don't worry, Ran'er. Once we get some rest, those blackbirds will probably leave, and the swamp will be calm again." Ye Mulin said soothingly. Ye Feiran sighed softly in his heart, "I hope so!" Time passed, but the blackbird still lingered around and refused to leave. I waited until dawn, but there was no sign of them leaving, so I was very patient. At this time, Ye Feiran and Ye Murin had not only recovered their spiritual power, but also slept, keeping the mutated nine-leaf red branches staring at the situation outside. As soon as the mutated nine-leaf red branch saw that Ye Feiran was awake, he immediately said, "Ranran, these black-feathered birds have been refusing to leave." Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, then smiled, "Don't worry, they will leave eventually." She tidied up and then observed the situation outside. When she saw that Ming Guo was still fine, she raised the corners of her lips, but the next moment her expression became solemn. Because she saw practitioners approaching, and they did not attract the attention of the black bird. The mutated nine-leaf red branch also saw it and said in an anxious tone, "Ranran, their target is Mingguo." "I know, let's just wait and see what happens." Ye Feiran frowned. Ye Murin reached out to hold Ye Feiran's hand and said comfortingly, "It's okay. The ancient three-legged golden crow is outside. It will act according to the opportunity." Hearing this, Ye Feiran breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good, you'd better think carefully." The two ghost cultivators were very excited when they saw a bunch of Ming Fruit, but they did not approach the Ming Fruit immediately. They whispered and discussed, and then one of the ghost cultivators took out a guqin. Seeing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, Le Xiu? Suddenly, she became interested in this ghost cultivator. On the one hand, she was interested in the music cultivator in the underworld, and on the other hand, she was curious about how she could use ghost music to drive away blackbirds. Soon, the ghost cultivator started playing ghost music.

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. ,,. ,.