Induction inside the helmet.

Gu Feng stood quietly beside the teleportation array, looking through the memories of the nine extra people in his mind.

Except for Li Baoyuan, the other eight people were all ordinary residents of Yong'an County, and they only knew a few bad street martial arts exercises and enlightenment-style spiritual tips.

Li Baoyuan, who had been an outer disciple in the orthodox Immortal Cultivation Sect for more than ten years, although his strength was low, it gave Gu Feng a little more real understanding of the ghost world.

The Ghost Snake World is a fantasy world of cultivating immortals, above the ninth layer of Qi cultivation is the foundation, and above the foundation is the Immortal Jindan Realm, and even above is the legendary Yuanying Realm.

After countless years of evolution, the Lingjue Gong also has its own grading standards, the lowest is the Lingjue, and there are also the Fa Jue and Treasure Jue above, and then there are the legendary Tyrant Jue and Immortal Jue. As the introductory basic spiritual recipe of the Fire Source Sect, the Fire Cloud Recipe is a medium spiritual recipe.

Most of the Immortal Mountain Sects are located on blessed land with strong yang energy, for example, Li Baoyuan's Huoyuan Sect is located on a volcano.

In order to fight with ghosts, immortal cultivators practice more methods such as fire and thunder methods, and Li Baoyuan not only knows a fire cloud technique, but also masters a purple thunder method, but he has not yet started.

Gu Feng sank down, and according to the operation method of the aura of the Fire Cloud Jue, he drove the operation of the fire spiritual power in his body, and then waved his hands forward, and a large area of red cloud-like flames instantly appeared in the void in front of Gu Feng, and covered it forward, making the nearby air suddenly hot.

The clouds of fire vanished as soon as they touched the ground, but it took a long time for the heat in the air to fade away.

Gu Feng carefully felt the power of the previous blow, and was surprised to find that the blow just now was about 20% more powerful than his simple use of fire-based ability attacks.

And the Huoyun Recipe, which plays a key role, is just a medium spirit recipe, which shows that the value of the Ghost Snake World to Gu Feng is definitely beyond imagination.

After Gu Feng tried the Huoyun Jue's moves a few times beside the teleportation array, he stopped, and looked at the teleportation array with a blazing gaze.

The sword spirit has been in for a few minutes, and has not come out yet, so it should have survived safely, exploring the ghost world. Thinking of the time ratio between the game world and the real world, Gu Feng did not go directly, but stood in place and waited.

Time gradually passed, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye, but the sword spirit still did not come out.

Thinking of the huge harvest that the sword spirit might bring, Gu Feng continued to wait patiently, but after waiting for two hours, he still didn't wait for the sword spirit.

Gu Feng's expression gradually turned from anxiety to joy.

Two hours, it's been a year in the ghost world, and the sword spirit must have gained a firm foothold, so let's go crazy and explore things that are useful to me in that world.

After saying hello to the white-haired old man, Gu Feng really left, planning to come back tomorrow.

Ghost World.

In the woods on the outskirts of Yong'an County, a middle-aged woodcutter who was like a gossamer suddenly opened his eyes and gasped violently.

A powerful sword aura suddenly appeared in his body, and then quickly disappeared.

The dead qi on the woodcutter's body disappeared the moment he woke up, the bruises on his neck gradually disappeared, and the vitality and yang energy in his body gradually recovered as he continued to absorb the spiritual energy.

Hundreds of meters away, the hanged ghost who had just killed the woodcutter turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the woodcutter in disbelief.

The hanged ghost had a mantle, a pale face, prominent eyes, and a long, blood-red tongue in its mouth.

Just now, it used its long tongue to hang the woodcutter alive and suck up the yang energy in his body.

Now, it could faintly hear the woodcutter's wheezing.

A strange smile tugged at the hanged ghost's face, and he turned and flew in the direction of the woodcutter.

After the blade spirit awoke in the woodcutter's corpse, he quickly received the woodcutter's memories.

The woodcutter's name is Zhang Baoshan, living in the nearby Xiao Zhangzhuang, his parents died when he was nine years old, since then Zhang Baoshan has lived a life of eating hundreds of meals, in order to repay the kindness of the villagers, he took the initiative to help the villagers chop wood, a chop is more than 30 years.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, how can you not get your shoes wet.

The woods were originally a haunt of ghosts and weirdness, and Zhang Baoshan had been chopping firewood for more than 30 years, and today he finally got into the hands of a high-level ghost.

The sword spirit recalled the terrifying scene he had experienced before, and couldn't help but touch his neck, only to feel a shallow strangulation mark.

He gradually calmed down his breathing, stood up with the axe on the ground, and walked in the direction of Xiao Zhang Village in his memory, and after a few steps, he ran into the long-tongued hanged ghost who rushed back.

The hanged ghost protruded his white eyeballs, staring at Wang Baoshan with a weird smile, and the blood-red long tongue in his mouth dripped bright red blood to the ground, drop after drop.

Zhang Baoshan's reaction was not to turn his head and run as he imagined, or to take the initiative to come forward and put his tongue around his neck after falling into its illusion, but to look at it coldly with clear eyes.

Facing the calm woodcutter, the hanged ghost's eyeballs bulged out, and the bright red in his mouth flowed like tap water that opened the floodgates.

But even so, Zhang Baoshan's expression was still calm, and there was even a hint of disdain in his indifferent composure.

The hanged ghost, who was good at catching negative emotions, keenly noticed the disdain in the woodcutter's eyes, and it roared angrily, flicking its long blood-red tongue and pounced on Zhang Baoshan.

Zhang Baoshan showed an obvious sarcastic look on his face, stood firm, his right hand was slightly charged, and the axe in his hand was mixed with a strange black light and slashed towards the disgusting head of the hanged ghost.

With a strange birdsong, the axe slammed into the hanged ghost's skull with a "poof", splitting it in two.

After being sliced by the aura of the dragon's sparrow, the hanged ghost fell to the ground without a hum, turning into a puddle of disgusting carrion, and a gray mist floated out of the carrion, floating towards the woodcutter.

Zhang Baoshan was just an ordinary mortal, he had barely used the aura in his body to cut out the axe, his face was pale and terrifying, and he couldn't dodge the gray mist floating over for a while, so he had to try to use his soul-devouring ability to devour the mist.

Contrary to the sword spirit's expectations, the devouring process was very smooth, not only accounting for a large amount of spiritual power, but also harvesting the memories of the hanged ghost.

Zhang Baoshan stood in place, panting, his eyes slightly closed to check the memories of the hanged ghost, from the memories of its life in the nearby village before its death, to the memories of wandering among the woods after its death, everything was looked through one by one.

High in the sky, a purple-red cloud boat flew in the sky, easily smashing a large number of low-level ghosts suspended in the air.

"Huh?!!" A middle-aged man's astonishment came from Yunzhou.

The middle-aged man stood at the front of the cloud boat, wearing a purple robe, wearing a Taoist crown, holding red floating dust in his hand, and looking at the woods below with blazing eyes.

"Weird, weird! There is still such a pure sword qi in the world! Ziyang Zhenren exclaimed in a low voice, put away the cloud boat under him, and flew towards the woods below.

Zhang Baoshan still stood in place to rest, the previous axe consumed a lot, and even damaged his foundation, and after resting for a few minutes, his face was still pale and abnormal.

The sword spirit could vaguely feel that the other nine spiritual senses had left early, and he looked at the gradually blurred shadows of the trees in front of him, and fell straight to the ground in unwillingness.

Zhang Baoshan, who was unconscious, didn't know that a purple-robed Taoist appeared beside him.

After the Taoist appeared, he observed the carrion on the ground and dozens of broken trees with smooth cuts, and looked at Zhang Baoshan as if he was looking at a real treasure mountain, which was extremely hot.

Ziyang Zhenren took out the beautifully decorated storage bag from his arms, quickly took out a crystal jade bottle from the storage bag, a look of pain flashed on his face, and then decisively poured out two fiery red pills, held up the woodcutter's head with his own hands, and fed the pills into his mouth.

The two elixirs were in his stomach, and the woodcutter's pale face quickly became ruddy, and his breathing gradually became smooth and powerful.

Seeing that the woodcutter's physical condition stabilized, Ziyang Zhenren showed a few smiles on his face, and with a wave of his arm, he summoned the cloudy Ziyun Zhou, after the real person carried the woodcutter to the boat, the Ziyun Boat rode the purple-red cloud, rose and flew back.

Originally, at the invitation of his old friend, Ziyang Zhenren left Shangxuanzong to go to the flower wine boat thousands of miles away to drink, but after meeting the unconscious woodcutter on the way, he threw the old friend's agreement out of the clouds.

The heat wave around the purple cloud boat is rolling, and the purple clouds surrounding it are not only decoration, but also have a certain ability to resist enemies.

Several high-level ghosts who didn't know whether they were alive or dead crashed into it, and they all ended up in smoke.

In the cabin, Ziyang Zhenren put his hand on the unconscious woodcutter's chest, carefully feeling the condition in the woodcutter's body.

The spiritual power was thin, the essence and blood were empty, and the two large pills melted rapidly in the woodcutter's abdomen, and a large amount of vitality awakened in the woodcutter's extremely bad body.

The elemental spiritual power in the surrounding air automatically entered the woodcutter's body with the woodcutter's breathing, and was slowly absorbed by the spiritual veins in the woodcutter's body under the traction of the spontaneous operation of the elixir.

Those elemental spiritual powers not only contain the most common fire spiritual power and thunder spiritual power, but also contain a large number of elemental spiritual powers of other attributes.

The spiritual power refined by the woodcutter contains wisps of strange sharp aura.

It was a knife qi, a rare knife qi with a tiny content but extremely pure texture, and it was also what Ziyang Zhenren was really looking for.

After checking the situation in the woodcutter's body, Ziyang Zhenren withdrew his right hand tremblingly, and a line of tears flowed from his face.

Shangxuanzong, as the largest cultivation force in Qingzhou, has three Jindan ancestors and hundreds of foundation building real people, which is far from being as beautiful as it seems.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, when the founder of Shangxuanzong established the sect with a nihilistic son, there were as many as seventeen Jindan ancestors in the sect, and there were hundreds of real people in the foundation, at that time, Shangxuanzong was not only the largest sect in Qingzhou, but also ranked among the top ten among all the cultivation forces in the entire Haitian Empire.

However, the good times did not last long, since the disappearance of the originator of the founding sect, the situation of the upper Xuanzong has taken a sharp turn for the worse, although the current upper Xuanzong is still a top cultivation force, but in the ranking of the cultivation forces of the Haitian Empire, it has fallen to the fortyth place, which can be ranked forty-ninth.

Ziyang Zhenren sat in the corner of the cabin, looking at the woodcutter in a coma in a daze, waking up from the heavy memory of the sect, with a heartfelt smile on his face.

The sky has eyes, so that Shangxuanzong has found such a peerless wonder of a natural knife body.