"Attention everyone involved, prepare to open the portal"!

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The entire hall gurgled and countless portals slowly opened. A purple mist filled its inner Mongolia, and in a few breaths, all the ghosts in front of the door had been enveloped in.

Fei Yang only felt warm all over his body, and his whole body seemed to be integrated into a strange world, indescribably comfortable. But this wonderful feeling came and went faster, and the next moment a fierce spirit, his eyes lit up, and he found himself in another space.

The first thing Fei Yang felt was a bone-chilling coldness, which didn't seem to only act on his body, even his soul seemed to sizzle in the yin qi. As a weak ghost, how could Fei Yang bear it? He couldn't help but hug each other with his arms and tremble.

Alas, I was originally thinking of enjoying this last month, but it seems that everything has come to naught! With this low temperature of freezing to death, it is probably a miracle that I can survive this night and not die. Enjoy?

I jumped and moved my whole body, and I didn't bother to think about anything else. When I looked up, I found that there was an open avenue in front of me, the width of which was similar to the four lanes in my previous life, and I really felt panicked standing on it alone. On both sides of the avenue was a thick gray-white mist that could not be dissolved, and the cold air seemed to permeate from it.

After a little thought, Fei Yang realized that the gray-white mist on both sides of this avenue should be the so-called Yin and Netherworld Qi. I don't know how many ghosts have been buried in this supreme soul juice harvesting field in the endless years, whether it is infinite resentment or endless yin qi, it is impossible to escape and disperse under the closure of the outer formation of the supreme soul juice harvesting field, which causes the temperature here to be terrifyingly low.

Hey, people have a thousand ways to die, and the most unacceptable thing is to freeze to death or starve to death! Fei Yangqiang cheered himself up and began to limp along the avenue. Not to mention, Fei Yang's forehead was sweating after running a few steps, but unfortunately it was all sweat. Fei Yang reversed day and night in his previous life, had no regularity, coupled with a lack of exercise during the day and excessive exercise at night, his body was almost hollowed out, which directly led to becoming a ghost after death, and he was much weaker than his peers.

Hey, why does it look like there's a piece of low wood standing in front of you? Mmmm, you can use a knife to split it to make a fire to keep warm.

The open avenue was artificially carved out as a place for the elite of the ghosts to fight and train, and although the netherworld qi on both sides seemed to be somewhat restricted and could not be concealed, the visibility was not high. Fei Yang saw that there seemed to be a piece of wood standing in front of him, but after looking at it for a long time, he was a little uncertain.

Secretly pulled out the shadow knife between his crotch, tiptoed close to look at it carefully, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then looked up to the sky and laughed. Hahaha... It turned out to be a weaker and useless little ghost than me!

The most intuitive and easiest way to gauge the level of a ghost is to distinguish the size of its form. Fei Yang, as a middle-grade ghost, stood in front of the top-grade ghost, short like a child, and the height of the little ghost in front of him was only as high as Fei Yang's chest, so it was obvious that this was the low-grade ghost.

How could there be a low-grade "white sheep" in the top-grade soul juice harvesting field? Fei Yang could figure it out with his heels, the hall master of Zonglan really took care of himself, it was because I invited him to drink a glass of wine? Hehe, the benefit of dripping water is reciprocated by a gushing spring, and this "spring water" is really sprayed well!

Seeing the low-grade ghost dementia in front of him motionless, Fei Yang couldn't help but feel more confident. Mmmm, although it is not a glorious thing to bully the weak, but I don't resist it! Brother, I'm such a big guy, it's not easy to clean up your little point that has been erased from your wisdom and memory?

"Hey, did you eat dinner with my little brother"?

Hiding the shadow knife behind him, Fei Yang stepped forward with a harmless face. It's just that when they got closer, the other party still didn't react like a piece of wood, so a sinister smile on his face could no longer be hidden.

Fei Yang slashed down with a sudden swing of the knife, and the blade slashed through the air silently, leaving only a faint white mark...

It's just that Fei Yang still made a mistake, this shadow knife was originally a trick weapon used for assassination, coupled with the dark gold system's own attributes of the water system and wind system, the strength and speed of the knife have been greatly increased, and there is no need to slash vigorously at all. Although the shadow knife slashed out silently, his downward swing of the arm was driving the air.

This low-grade ghost was also a one-star swordsman in his previous life, and although he has now become a ghost that has been erased from his spiritual wisdom, he still opened his eyes and poked out of instinct when he noticed the sound of breaking the sky in his ears. The sword was positioned in an extremely strange way and then came first, and a "poof" slammed into Fei Yang's chest.

Fei Yang only felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and what was even worse was that his right arm, which was holding the shadow knife and slashing down, became sore and weak in an instant, and the shadow knife fell to the ground with a "dang long" sound...

Fei Yang collapsed to the ground softly, struggling to get up despite the sharp pain in his chest, but found that his whole body had lost all his strength, and he couldn't help but be frightened.

What to do, what to do... It's over, it's really over... I thought that killing a low-grade ghost was like killing a chicken, but the chicken didn't arrive, and I first became a soft-footed shrimp that was pecked by chickens.

Portal No. 580 should be regarded as a well-deserved "convenient door", right? The hall master of Zonglan can be regarded as opening a sufficient "back door" for me. The object of others hunting is the best ghost, but I only need to deal with the low-grade ghost to properly earn soul points. But even so, I still can't kill a ghost, I can't earn a single soul value, and I burp in less than half an hour after entering it, and the ancestors of my Fei family have to be ashamed of it...

Fei Yang sat on the ground and felt sorry for himself. The ancestors of the Fei family are on top, and their descendants will kill chickens and become benevolent... No, no, no, the descendants have lost your face, and you have become benevolent instead of killing chickens... But I really have a hard time! You should know that our old Fei family has always been thin, and we are always embarrassed to cut off our children and grandchildren in my generation, right? It is because my desire to inherit the family is too strong, and I am too selfless in virtual tactical drills, which has caused the unfavorable situation of insufficient Yuanyang and powerlessness...

So, you can't blame me! I'm so useless for your sake. If you really want to blame yourself, if you can bless me like that, why did I become like this...