Chapter 1992

When the three lightning bolts struck down, their direction changed, as if they had already locked onto the three cultivators. m.biqubao.com The three cultivators found that the lightning was locked on them and they had no time to react, so they were all struck by the lightning. "Rumble..." "Ahhhh..." "puff……" The thunder and lightning slammed the three cultivators into the pit. Not only were their bodies scorched black, but they also spurted mouthfuls of blood. Their whole bodies were in pain, and they even felt as if their lungs were about to explode. Although their condition is not fatal, they are seriously injured, and they don't know how long it will take to recover as before. Ye Feiran didn't care about their situation and confiscated their Najies one by one. The three cultivators did not dare to say a word, for fear that Ye Feiran would directly kill them in anger. After Ye Feiran left, they held their breath and went to ask for help. Facing Ye Feiran, who could control thunder and lightning, the practitioners around him did not dare to act rashly, for fear that they would accidentally provoke Ye Feiran and be struck by lightning. Ye Feiran walked towards the stone gate while swallowing the pill to restore his spiritual power, while the mutated nine-leaf red branch was always paying attention to the movements around him. After waiting outside the stone gate for a while, no acquaintance came out. Ye Feiran's attention fell on the swamp outside Chidi. "Come on, little Mengzi, let's go collect medicinal materials!" "okay!" In the following days, Ye Feiran's gains were undoubtedly huge, because she had been controlling lightning to deal with crocodiles and other monsters in the swamp. The cultivators around him looked envious, jealous, and hateful, but because they were afraid of Ye Feiran's ability to control lightning, they did not dare to approach him, let alone rob him. When Tian Panxi came out of the stone gate to join Ye Feiran, Bai Ju's voice suddenly reached Ye Feiran's ears. "Little girl, I found fragments of the candle of the past, deep in the Swamp of Death." Listening to Bai Ju's voice transmission from thousands of miles away, Ye Feiran was surprised and happy at the same time, and quickly replied, "I'll be there immediately." They had been in the Netherworld for so long, and finally found the fragments. Immediately afterwards, she asked Bianhua to lead the way. After a while of burning incense, Ye Feiran and the others finally arrived at the depths of the Death Swamp and saw the white horse hovering above the swamp. "Brother, where are the fragments?" Bianhua asked impatiently. "Under the swamp." Baiju replied. Ye Feiran glanced at the swamp and noticed the unrest inside. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Senior Bai, when did you find the fragment?" Bai Ju didn't really want to answer this question, but he found that Ye Feiran, Bianhua, the mutant nine-leaf red branch and Tian Panxi were all staring at him, so he had no choice but to say expressionlessly, "I noticed it as soon as I came to the Death Swamp, but I never found it. Find a way to get the candle of the past." Upon hearing this, Bianhua immediately gave Bai Ju a look of contempt. Bai Ju: "..." What kind of look is this? Is it that easy to get down into the swamp? Ye Feiran understands, after all, who dares to go down to the swamp easily! "Senior Bai, do you know where the fragments are?" Hearing this, Bai Ju instantly guessed what Ye Feiran was thinking. After all, she had so many treasures on her body! "On the body of the most powerful crocodile beast in this area." Ye Feiran frowned, "What does Crocodile Beast like best?" "Ranran, I think the crocodile beast must also like the ghost orchid flower, cold spirit ghost flower and ghost fruit." The mutated nine-leaf red branch said weakly. Ye Feiran: "..." Once she takes out these treasures to lure crocodile beasts, she will definitely attract other cultivators. By then, will she become a favorite in the entire Netherworld? Thinking of this, Ye Feiran couldn't help but shudder. She really didn't like being such a sweetheart at all. The next moment, she noticed Bianhua from the corner of her eye, and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Huahua, I think Crocodile Beast likes the power of the underworld more, what do you think?"

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. ,,. ,.