Xiao Chuan looked at the early Jindan monk in front of him, and he was an old man with dry white hair, a face full of deep wrinkles, and a tattered spiritual robe, looking very shabby.

Xiao Chuan just learned from the glass shadow wall that hunting each green-haired zombie can obtain three to five Dan of Yin Ghost Power, which is really a drop in the bucket compared to the 9,999,999 Dan required to promote the orange identity token, so he was noncommittal, and hurriedly asked: "This fellow Daoist, when I first arrived in Kunzhou, I really don't know what this green-haired zombie is and what its strength is, so please tell Daoyou!"

"What?!, Daoist friend is actually a monk who crossed the border, how could he receive this red identity token?" The early stage monk of Jindan in front of him has seen quite well.

Faced with such a problem again, Xiao Chuan could only smile bitterly.

Fortunately, the early Jindan monk did not dwell on this issue, and after looking Xiao Chuan up and down with a puzzled face, he replied: "This zombie is the most common ghost thing around the underworld passage, it is the dead corpse that absorbs ghost qi, owl qi, and resentment, and the ordinary zombie is not much weaker than the ordinary Jindan early stage monk, but this green zombie is an even more powerful zombie, and its strength is close to the middle Jindan monk!"

After a slight pause, the old man did not forget to continue to encourage Xiao Chuan and said: "This fellow Daoist, as long as you and I join forces, we can completely kill this green-haired zombie, which is much more efficient than robbing the ordinary zombie with everyone, and it should be able to make up enough for this year's 1,000 Dan in less than half a year!"

Although the 1,000 Dan in the mouth of the old man should be the number of tasks that need to be handed in each year as stipulated on the Red Identity Token, what Xiao Chuan calculated was the 9,999,999 Dan needed to promote the Orange Identity Token!

"Fuck it! Isn't this a play! A green-haired zombie with strength comparable to a mid-stage Jindan monk is only three to five Dan, when is this going to be killed?!" Even Xiao Chuan, who has always disliked shapes, couldn't help but scold.

The white-haired old man didn't know that Dao Xiaochuan was smoking the madness of the sect, and asked cautiously: "Daoyou?!Although the ghost power contained in this green-haired zombie is not much, it is not less! The strength of that golden-haired zombie is far beyond that of the mid-stage Jindan monk, and it is not something that we can covet!"

In just a moment, Xiao Chuan had already cursed the Flame Monk tens of thousands of times in his heart, and he was determined to break his body into pieces in the shortest possible time, and then he came back to his senses.

Xiao Chuan didn't want to go with others anymore, but after thinking about it, no matter how he said that he was a newcomer, he was not familiar with the place, and it was good to have someone to guide him, and this old man didn't seem to be bad, and helping him hunt some ghosts and ghosts should be a reward for solving today's doubts.

As soon as he thought of this, Xiao Chuan finally agreed to the old man's proposal to join forces, which made the old man so excited that he almost burst into tears, obviously overwhelmed by the ghostly power of this thousand Dan every year, and the very rare Jindan monks were still like this, and the miserable situation of the other low-level monks could be imagined.

And the facts quickly confirmed Xiao Chuan's conjecture, and after flying for most of the old man, the two finally approached the passage opened by the Great Divine Powers of the Netherworld Holy Land between Kunzhou and the Underworld.

It is said to be a passage, but in fact, it is a large ownerless area that appears out of thin air between the underworld and Kunzhou, affected by the laws of heaven and earth, the truly powerful existence in the underworld cannot enter this passage, but there are many middle and low-level ghosts attracted by the flesh and blood breath of human beings in Kunzhou to enter it, giving the Netherworld Holy Land that cultivates the Netherworld Holy Book the best way to obtain the power of the Netherworld Ghost Spirit, but for the same reason, the strong among the human cultivators cannot enter it, so the Netherworld Holy Land does not hesitate to make Kunzhou its vassal, and drives the middle and low-level cultivators to hunt ghosts for it。

Before Xiao Chuan and the two approached this underworld passage, there were already more cultivators of various cultivators around, and all of them went straight to the passage, which can really be described as rushing, but after Xiao Chuan quietly summoned out the identity token, he still found that the surrounding area was still dominated by cultivators holding medium and low-level identity tokens such as red, orange, yellow, green, and blue, and it was obvious that these cultivators were also the main force of hard labor.

At the entrance of the passage, it seemed that there were no cultivators guarding it, but Xiao Chuan still found dozens of blue and purple light spots from the identity token, which should be a high-level cultivator guarding in secret.

After entering the passage, thousands of forks appeared in front of Xiao Chuan, and he didn't know where they led, and the cultivators who kept passing around him quickly dispersed, threw themselves into these forks, and quickly disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist, I don't know" Xiao Chuan was about to ask, but the old man beside him had already handed over a jade slip.

Xiao Chuan let out his divine sense and immersed himself in it, only to find that in this jade slip was a very complex map, which was exactly where the passage to the underworld was, including the name of each fork and the ghosts that haunted it.

Without waiting for Xiao Chuan to say thank him, the old man was already impatiently flying towards one of the forks, as if he was exhausted by the other cultivators for the annual task, and had to race against time.

After following the old man's retreat into the fork in the road, it didn't take long for the inside to suddenly open up, the vast blood-red land was full of corpse stench and bloody smell, piles of white bones dotted among the continuous tombs, and the sky was also dim blood-red, indicating that this was not a space that belonged to the human world.

And on this blood-colored continent, there were already groups of low-level cultivators fighting monsters that were only a few feet tall and covered in black carrion.

Although the old man was in a hurry, Xiao Chuan couldn't help but stop him and asked, "Fellow Daoist, this is a zombie, how is it completely different from the zombies that are rumored on our mainland!"

The old man who was stopped was a little helpless and stopped retreating, and explained impatiently: "Fellow Daoist, this zombie in the underworld is naturally different from the zombie in the human world, I can't tell you how it is, nine times out of ten it is not the same species at all except for the name! Daoyou, let's go quickly, the consequences of not being able to hand over enough ghost power by the end of the year are very serious!"

Xiao Chuan didn't want to argue with him, nodded slightly, and flew forward first, but he was thinking in his heart: "These low-level cultivators gather the power of the group to kill a zombie, and they can only get one or two Dan Yin Soul power, and each person is less than one Dan, but they also have to hand over 1,000 Dan every year, no wonder they refuse to delay even a moment, they are really forced to be helpless! I have been thinking about promoting the orange identity token, it seems that it is not easy!"

Xiao Chuan was full of worries, and he didn't say a word along the way, and he even saw from a distance that from time to time a human cultivator accidentally lost his life at the hands of zombies, and he became more and more emotional.