Chapter 1983

"Zheng!" The melody of this ghost music sounds good, but it always gives people a creepy feeling. After listening for a while, Ye Feiran's attention focused on the black bird and the two ghost cultivators. It happened that at this time, another ghost cultivator took out a dusty feather. After the feather flew in the air for a while, it came to the back of the ghost cultivator who was playing music. As soon as Guilexiu sat on it, the feathers slowly flew away with her. At the same time, a large number of blackbirds all around also moved with her. When the black bird left the range of Mingguo, another ghost cultivator flew towards Mingguo. Seeing this, Ye Feiran suddenly became nervous, "She is coming to pick the underworld fruit." Ye Murin grabbed Ye Feiran's hand and said comfortingly, "Don't be nervous, the ancient three-legged Golden Crow will act according to the opportunity. If it is stupid, we can just go out and snatch it back." Hearing this, Ye Feiran's nervousness instantly disappeared and he nodded slightly, "Okay, anyway, these two ghost cultivators are no match for us." Sure enough, when the ghost cultivator was about to encounter the dark fruit, the ancient three-legged golden crow suddenly appeared and picked up the entire dark fruit by the roots in his mouth. This scene happened so fast that the ghost cultivator was stunned for a while. At the same time, a giant mouth emerged from the swamp. The ghost cultivator reacted very quickly and just missed the crocodile beast's bloody mouth. She ran away as fast as she could in her life, and the crocodiles followed closely behind her, and there were more than one crocodiles. When the two ghost cultivators were in dire straits, Ye Feiran and Ye Murin looked at each other, noticed that there were no other cultivators around, and left the space. At the same time, Ye Mulin took the Yin Qi Pill, and Ye Feiran's breath turned into a flower from the other side. "I don't know what breath the blackbirds remember. I hope they won't follow us, otherwise it will be inconvenient to find other treasures." Ye Feiran couldn't help but pray aloud. Ye Murin stretched out his hand and rubbed Ye Feiran's head, and said softly, "We'll figure it out later." If the blackbirds still follow them, let the ancient three-legged golden crow burn them all with fire. On the other side, as soon as the ancient three-legged golden crow noticed Ye Mulin's aura, he immediately flew back, still holding the hell fruit in his mouth. It flew in front of Ye Feiran, who immediately reached out and carefully took the fruit. One-third of the Mingguo was rotten, and Ye Feiran felt distressed, but did not show it on the surface. "Thank you Jinwu!" "Yuya!" The ancient three-legged golden crow called out twice in a low voice. These two sounds also frightened the surrounding magical beasts that were about to move and did not dare to move for an instant. Ye Feiran threw the Ming Guo back to the mysterious space for the little kid to deal with, and said, "Let's go back to find Auntie and A Xuan. They are probably worried." "good!" Along the way, both of them paid careful attention to their surroundings and even saw a lot of medicinal materials. But in order to quickly join Ye Han and the others, Ye Feiran pretended not to see them. What's more, the blackbirds really didn't come after them. Ye Han and the others were naturally worried, so they rushed towards the depths of the swamp at dawn. But because of the appearance of the blackbird, even if they didn't pick any natural treasures, they were attacked by monsters under the swamp. Therefore, when they reached the halfway point, they saw Ye Murin and Ye Feiran. "Ran'er, are you okay?" Ye Han asked anxiously and worriedly. Ye Feiran held Ye Han's hand and smiled, "Auntie, we are fine, don't worry, and the Mingguo has been found." m.biqubao.com Hearing this, everyone looked surprised, "Really?" At the same time, they once again envied Ye Feiran's luck. They thought they would be in a very embarrassing situation, but they met Ming Guo. They really didn't know what to say. "Really!" Ye Feiran nodded, and then said with a look of pity, "But the Mingguo is rotten." After saying that, her consciousness moved, and there were six dusty rotten fruits in her hand, which were the fruits of the underworld. Seeing the six damaged hell fruits, everyone naturally had a look of regret on their faces. "Their medicinal effects should not have been completely lost. Miss Ye, hurry up and pretend." Li Luo said with a look of regret. "I know, this is for you." Ye Feiran smiled. As soon as these words came out, everyone was slightly stunned, with expressions of disbelief on their faces. "Give...to us?" Ye Feiran nodded, "Yes, pack it up quickly, otherwise all the efficacy of the medicine will be lost." She now has a bunch of hell fruits, and it really doesn't hurt to give one to them, not to mention it's damaged. Everyone was sure that Ye Feiran was not joking, so they quickly picked up a dark fruit and packed it carefully. "Thank you, Miss Ye!" "Thanks!" After everyone put away the fruit, a cry for help came from behind. "Help!"

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. ,,. ,.