Chapter 1996

After the Netherworld Ghost Fire transformed into a cold young lady, he raised his eyes and glanced at Bianhua, and then went to collect the crocodile beast's treasure. Huh, he won't tell Hibiscus Flower that he has just been able to transform again, otherwise Hibiscus Flower will definitely take advantage of this to laugh at him in the future. However, he was happy to be able to transform again now. This was all thanks to coming to the Netherworld, otherwise he didn't know how long he would have to wait. As soon as he arrived in the Netherworld, he frantically absorbed Yin Qi, otherwise he would never have been able to re-transform so quickly. Bianhua didn't get an answer from the Netherworld Ghost Fire, and glanced at the White Horse Candlestick that was fusing the fragments. Bored, it couldn't help but repeat the question just now. "Little brother, you haven't answered my sister yet. When will you be able to transform again?" The ghostly fire still didn't answer Bianhua, and put all the crocodile beast's treasures into the ring provided by Bianhua. It returned to its true form, pretending to be a bunch of flames that had not yet awakened. Bianhua: "..." I don't know if it was its illusion, but it felt that after the reunion, the Netherworld Will-o'-Fire became more aloof and cold, and the White Horse Candlestick became more annoying. What Bianhua didn't know was that it had also changed in the eyes of Bai Ju and Netherworld Ghost Fire. After Bai Ju fused the fragments, Bianhua sent them out of space, including the crocodile beast's body. As soon as they left the other side flower space, the ghost fire immediately returned to Ye Feiran's wrist, and Bai Ju also immediately returned to the ten thousand year soul-inducing wooden bracelet. Seeing this, Ye Feiran knew that Bai Ju had successfully fused the fragments, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably. Now there are only two fragments left, so good! Bianhua despised the white horse and the ghost fire in her heart, then smiled and said, "Master, these are the treasures collected by the crocodile beast, take a look." Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, took Najie and swept it with his spiritual consciousness, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider. "This crocodile beast has collected quite a lot of treasures!" For example, at most they are medicinal materials that survive in swamps... In this way, she can prepare to leave the Netherworld. Seriously, they have been in the Netherworld for more than a year, and they don't know what the situation is in Senluo Continent now? "Mu Lin, let's get ready to go home!" Ye Mulin was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay!" He also thought that Ye Feiran would continue to search for medicinal materials living in the death swamp. Ye Feiran glanced at him, and then her eyes told him to look at Na Jie. Ye Mulin glanced at Najie with his consciousness and understood immediately, then raised his eyebrows and said, "Would you like to kill a few more powerful crocodile beasts?" Hearing this, Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, "No need." Although this method can obtain treasures very quickly, it is also a matter of probability. What if the crocodile beast that takes a lot of effort to kill does not have the habit of collecting treasures, or the treasures collected are not what they want! Overall, she was very satisfied with the treasures she had collected during this trip to the Netherworld. Ahem...she is a cultivator who is content and happy! Next, Ye Feiran sent Tian Panxi back to the mysterious space, and then slowly left the depths of the swamp with Ye Mulin. During this period, Bianhua couldn't help but said, "Master, the ghostly fire can take shape." Ye Feiran had a look of surprise on his face, "Really?" "Really, Master, do you want to ask when it can transform again?" Bianhua's tone was full of gossip. Ye Feiran: "..." Although she was also curious, Bianhuahua had clearly asked Netherworld Will-o'-Huo, but Netherworld Will-o'-Wisp didn't want to talk, so she didn't ask anymore. "Don't ask, it will say it when it wants to say it." Bianhua: "..." Is this the legendary partiality? biqubao.com Along the way, Ye Feiran and Ye Murin collected a lot of medicinal materials, and Ye Feiran also accumulated a lot of practical experience. When they returned to the stone gate, Ye Feixuan, Li Luo, Murong Lingji, Ye Han, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing had already come out of the stone gate. They were discussing whether to go to the depths of the swamp when they saw Ye Feiran and Ye Feiran. Mu Lin. After the reunion, everyone was very happy. It was obvious that everyone had gained something good in Shimen, but no one asked here. After all, there were many cultivators around who were eyeing them. "We're getting ready to leave. Do you have any plans?" Ye Feiran asked. As soon as these words came out, Hao Zicun and Sikong Jing immediately said in unison, "Leave together." Li Luo thought about the relationship between Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan, and knew that Ye Feixuan would definitely leave, so he said, "This trip has been good. I don't plan to stay in the Death Swamp anymore." The three of them had no objections, and Murong Lingji, Ye Han and Ye Feixuan had no objections even more. As a result, the group of people took the spaceship and left the Death Swamp directly. The cultivators around them only dared to watch them leave and did not dare to come forward to rob them at all. It's just that they didn't dare, but they still sent the news back to their respective families and forces. As a result, many families and forces in the Netherworld were paying attention to Ye Feixuan and the others before they left the Death Swamp. The space passage leaving the Nether World is in Ye Zi City, so the spaceship naturally flies to Ye Zi City. The spacecraft traveled day and night, and the journey went very smoothly, so it only took them a month and a half to return to Leaf City. After returning to the city, everyone naturally wanted to have a good rest. Ye Feiran slept for three days and three nights as usual, and Ye Mulin also followed, but he woke up several times during this period, and he couldn't help but be a little envious of Ye Feiran's sleep quality. After waking up, Ye Feiran immediately sorted out the treasures collected in the Netherworld. She only kept some of them, and left the rest to Ye Feixuan. Among them were the Underworld Fruits, and she also kept ten of them. After all, there were dozens of Underworld Fruits in a bunch. Although many were damaged, there were also many left. Of course, she also brought many other treasures to Ye Feixuan, such as life fruit, enlightenment tea, etc. After seeing Ye Feiran sorting it out, Ye Murin said, "Leave the Yin Gathering Pearl to Ye Feixuan as well." Hearing this, Ye Feiran quickly thanked you, "Mu Lin, thank you!" Ye Murin looked helpless and was about to speak when he was interrupted by Ye Feiran again. "Mu Lin, I want to leave the Lost Soul Divine Flag to Ah Xuan, she needs it more than I do." Ye Feixuan stayed alone in the Netherworld. Although she already had the Qingming Sword, one more artifact was equivalent to one more amulet. Ye Mulin thought of the past and nodded, "Okay, I'll keep this favor for later." Ye Feiran: "???" Ye Mulin smiled and said nothing. After returning to the God Realm, his Ran'er will have to take on the responsibilities of the two major divine realms. When the time comes, Ye Feixuan can share the responsibility of one of the divine realms. This can be said to be a very cost-effective deal. Ye Feiran did not ask further questions, but planned to seize the time to go to the mysterious space to refine some elixirs for Ye Feixuan. "Mu Lin, I have sent a message to Yan Nanlu. When she comes back, you can convince her to stay in the Netherworld and let Ah Xuan take care of her. I plan to refine some elixirs for Ah Xuan." Hearing this, Ye Murin couldn't help but envy Ye Feixuan, "Okay." Ye Feiran had just started refining the elixir for a while when Yan Nanlu came back. After wandering in the Netherworld for more than a year, her strength and other aspects have obviously improved a lot. When Ye Murin saw Yan Nanlu, he went straight to the point, "The Netherworld is more suitable for ghost cultivators to practice, 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. ,,. ,.