Hearing the cry for help, everyone subconsciously looked back, and then their expressions changed instantly.
The cry for help came from two ghost cultivators, and behind them were a large group of black birds and crocodile beasts moving in the swamp.
Ye Feiran and Ye Murin naturally recognized the two ghost cultivators, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch.
There is no way you can escape being chased by the blackbird!
However, Ye Murin did not intend to let the ancient three-legged golden crow take action. After all, one of the ghost cultivators had seen the ancient three-legged golden crow, and then the news that they had grabbed the underworld fruit would be exposed.
Hao Zicun glanced at everyone and asked weakly, "Save me?"
However, before everyone could express their stance, the eyes of the two ghost cultivators suddenly lit up.
"Master Liluo Clan, Master Ye City, help me!"
Everyone: "!!!"
Okay, no need to express your stance now.
So, let them see the power of the black bird and the crocodile beast!
The next moment, everyone took out their weapons and prepared to fight.
Seeing this scene, the two ghost cultivators who begged for help breathed a sigh of relief. They were afraid that other cultivators would die without saving them.
If they had no other choice, they would not run away to a place with many practitioners. After all, this is really a matter of inciting hatred.
When Blackbird and Crocodile Beast saw other cultivators, they no longer just stared at the two ghost cultivators.
Suddenly, Ye Feiran and the others were either facing off against the black bird or the crocodile beast.
Of course, after the blackbird and crocodile beast's attention was distracted, they also began to attack other practitioners not far away.
All in all, Death Swamp suddenly became very lively.
Ye Feiran was directly besieged by the blackbirds, and her weapon was a mutated nine-leaf red branch. One after another, seemingly endless leaves, attacked the surrounding blackbirds.
There was a blackbird on each leaf, and within a short period of time there were many dead blackbirds around her.
If the number of blackbirds were not too large, she would also like to capture some alive to study the toxins in their bodies.
Suddenly, Ye Feiran noticed two different auras approaching her.
The next moment, two pale human faces appeared in her sight, one attacking from the left and the other from the right.
What's more important is the strength of the two ghost cultivators. Both are Mahayana cultivators, one is in the late stage and the other is in the middle stage.
"Hand over the moonlight grass!"
"As long as you hand over the moonlight grass, I will spare your life."
Hearing their words, Ye Feiran's eyes narrowed. It seemed that although she was protected by Bianhuahua, they still recognized her appearance.
"Huh, Moonlight Grass is no longer here for me." Ye Feiran snorted coldly, and at the same time his consciousness moved, and Tian Panxi came out.
"Xixi, kill them."
"yes!"
Tian Panxi's eyes fell on the two ghost cultivators, and then he attacked the ghost cultivator whose strength was in the late Mahayana stage.
The two ghost cultivators were really surprised and happy when they saw Tian Panxi!
Ten thousand years of drought!
Tian Panxi did not hide his aura, so when the drought demon came out, the ground was covered with blood.
In the blink of an eye, with Tian Panxi as the center, the swamps within thousands of miles turned into red ground.
This situation scared away many crocodiles and killed many crocodiles.
Although the cultivators around him were curious, the situation did not allow them to inquire. They continued to face either crocodile beasts or black birds.
Ye Murin took a look at Ye Feiran's situation. Although he didn't help, he was always not far away from her.
The ghost correction in the middle stage of Mahayana is best practiced by Ye Feiran.
When Tian Panxi faced off against a ghost cultivator from the late Mahayana period, he immediately turned on the violent beating mode.
When Ye Feiran faced a ghost cultivator in the middle stage of Mahayana, Bianhua's voice sounded in her mind.
"Master, you can use my moves."
Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly. Although she was not familiar with Bianhua's moves, she wanted to try them.
The next moment, she waved her hand, and the flowers of the other shore attacked the middle-stage Mahayana ghost cultivator.