My filial piety has gone bad

A cloud of black mist suddenly appeared in the alley.

The black mist gradually dissipated.

In situ, two figures appeared.

There are also cultivators coming?

Passers-by took a closer look and found a man and a woman who came, both wearing Zongzhishan's special disciple uniforms.

Her body shape and appearance are all good, especially that woman is handsome and handsome, she shines on the world like a fairy.

"I thought it would never come..."

Ling Zhouyue stretched her waist for a long time, her tight body showed a plump charm, her delicate and plump facial features were white and slightly reddish, she looked like a flower that bloomed once in a thousand years.

On the other hand, Xiao Ran...

Really not a drop.

He took drugs in a hurry until he took the tenth pill before absorbing the spiritual power and medicinal power of one pill.

The remaining nine were all absorbed by the surrounding mist.

There is no way, this place is within Da Ming's body, it would be good for a cultivator who lives on spiritual power to be alive for a while.

Fortunately, Xiao Ran's cultivation base was low, and Master Yinyue's elixir was powerful enough, and he only absorbed one, which also allowed him to recover enough physical strength.

The whole person seemed to be inflated, and his complexion was much better.

It's just that there is still a faint circle of eye shadow left on the bags under the eyes, and the waist is also vaguely sore.

"How many days have passed?"

After stretching, Ling Zhouyue routinely drank to show her ambition.

"If there is still time, it should be noon on the fifth day."

Xiao Ran looked around.

There was no one in the alley.

Except for the extremely thin dark mist floating in the air, there is no difference from usual.

Because in the Great Underworld, the sun is gone.

Relying on the thin dark mist to emit light, it is gray, regardless of day and night.

After staying for a long time, I can't even distinguish between dreams and reality.

Different from the weird gray fog of Xiaowu, this is a kind of fog that makes people very comfortable, but subtly drains your strength.

Normal people don't feel anything special except a little bit addicted and lethargic.

The cultivator had goose bumps all over his body due to the rapid dissipation of spiritual power, and felt dizzy like hemorrhage.

"Has it been four days?"

Ling Zhouyue continued to drink, her eyes were as clear as still water, and her expression was a little dim.

"Sorry, I was delayed on the road for too long, and I didn't let you see hell."

Xiao Ran looked around.

Some houses were burnt down, some children were strewn with corpses, some women were thrown out after being stripped of their clothes and abused...

After living in the mortal world for three years, the scariest thing Xiao Ran saw before was the scene of ghosts eating people.

In the realm of the underworld, Da Ming boiled the frogs in warm water.

Only people eat people.

"I haven't seen hell, but I can imagine it."

Resisting the urge to vomit in his heart, Xiao Ran walked down the alley towards the main street with a heavy face.

Ling Zhouyue picked up the pot and followed, not without consolation:

"Fortunately, mortals still have a few months to a few years to live, and most of them will calm down after going through the initial madness."

As Ling Zhouyue said, the most terrifying time has passed.

After the craziest storm at the beginning, most of the survivors were chanting Buddhist scriptures at home, and occasionally heard children crying.

In the end of the Dharma era, mortals also have some understanding of the underworld. Although they know that they will not die immediately, the Taoist League has no power to save everyone, let alone the sect.

Someone calculated it.

In the realm of the underworld, every time a mortal is rescued, it usually costs twice the spiritual power of a qi refining monk, and there is also a certain risk of falling.

And in the age of doomsday, out of 1 ordinary people, not one Qi refiner can emerge...

Therefore, most people also resigned to their fate.

Xiao Ran and Ling Zhouyue were walking in the alley, and the mortals they met all stared at them blankly, their eyes were dull and dull, very few people begged the immortals for help hysterically.

However, as the two got closer to the main street, there were more and more people in the alley, and some people actually came to try their luck and ask the two for help.

Some said that their ancestors left treasures, some said that there was a spirit stone mine at home, and some said that their wives and daughters were very beautiful...

Among them was a haggard couple, which caught Xiao Ran's attention.

The couple was in a dark alley, waving to Xiao Ran and the other two.

"Immortal, please stay."

The woman walked closer, with a vigilant expression, and asked Xiao Ran and the two calmly.

"Do the two immortals have any children?"

Xiao Ran:

"?"

Ling Zhouyue almost spouted wine, but when she saw Xiao Ran's bewildered expression, she suppressed a smile and took another sip of wine.

Deliberately putting his shoulders on Xiao Ran's shoulders, he only said:

"You don't have any kids yet, what's the matter with you?"