Xiaochuan looked at the early stage of the Golden Pill monk in front of him, and was a very shabby old man with dry and white hair, deep wrinkles on his face, and a torn spiritual clothes.

Xiaochuan just knew from the Glazed Shadow Wall that hunting each green-haired zombie can obtain the power of ghosts of three to five pills. Compared with the 999999 pills required to promote the orange identity token, it is really a drop in the bucket, so he didn't bother to ask, "This fellow Taoist, I've just arrived in Kunzhou for the first time, and I really don't know what this green-haired zombie is and how strong it is. Please tell me!"

"What?! Fellow Taoist is actually a monk who crossed the border. How could he receive this red identity token?" The early stage monk in front of him had a pretty good experience.

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

Fortunately, the early stage monks of the Golden Pill did not tangle on this issue. After looking at Xiaochuan with confusion on his face, he answered: "This zombie is the most common ghost around the underworld channel. It is a corpse that absorbs ghost energy, owl energy, and resentment. Ordinary zombies are not much weaker than ordinary early stage monks of the Golden Pill, while this green zombie is a stronger zombie, with its strength close to that of the mid-stage Jin Pill cultivator!"

After a moment of pause, the old man did not forget to continue to encourage Ogawa and said, "Fellow Taoist, as long as you and me join forces, you can kill this green-haired zombie. It is much more efficient than robbing the ordinary zombie with everyone. You should be able to make up this year's 1,000 pills in less than half a year!"

Although I knew that the thousand pills mentioned by the old man should be the number of tasks required to be handed over each year on the red identity token, what Ogawa was planning was the nine hundred,999,999 pills needed to promote the orange identity token!

"Damn it! Isn't this a playful person? A green-haired zombie with a strength comparable to a mid-stage Jindan cultivator has only three to five pills. When will it be killed?!" Even Xiaochuan, who has always been displeased, couldn't help but curse.

The white-haired old man didn't know that Xiaochuan was drawing the madman from the door, so he asked carefully: "Fellow Daoist?! Although this green-haired zombie contains not much ghost power, it is not too little! The golden-haired zombie's strength is far superior to that of the mid-stage Jindan monks, and it is not something we can covet!"

In just a moment, Okawa had cursed the fire monk in his heart for thousands or tens of thousands of times, and made up his mind to tear him to pieces in the shortest time, and then he came to his senses.

Ogawa was unwilling to go with others, but then he thought about it again. No matter how he was just a new arrival, he was not familiar with the place, and it was good to have someone to guide him. Moreover, the old man looked pretty bad, so he would just take it as a reward for helping him hunt some ghosts and ghosts.

With this in mind, Ogawa finally agreed to the old man's proposal to join forces, which made the old man so excited that he almost burst into tears. It was obvious that he was overwhelmed by the ghost ghosts with a thousand pills every year. Even the very rare golden pill monk is like this, and the miserable situation of other low-level monks can be imagined.

The facts quickly verified Xiaochuan's conjecture. After the old man flew for most of the day, the two finally approached the passage opened by the great masters of the Netherworld Holy Land in Kunzhou and the underworld.

It is said to be a passage, but in fact it is a large unowned area that appears out of thin air between the underworld and Kunzhou. Influenced by the laws of heaven and earth, truly powerful existences in the underworld cannot enter this passage. However, many middle and low-level ghosts are attracted by the flesh and blood of humans in Kunzhou, which gives the best way to obtain ghost power in the Netherworld Holy Land, which practices the Netherworld Holy Land, to cultivate the Netherworld Holy Textbook, to obtain ghost power. However, for the same reason, the strongest people among human cultivators cannot enter it. Therefore, the Netherworld Holy Land does not hesitate to make Kunzhou its own vassal, and drives middle and low-level cultivators to hunt ghosts for it.

Before Xiaochuan and the others approached the underworld passage, there were more cultivators with various cultivation skills around him. Everyone went straight to the passage. It can be described as if they were eager to do so. However, after Xiaochuan secretly summoned the identity token, he still found that the surroundings were still mainly cultivators holding medium and low-level identity tokens such as red, orange, yellow, green, and green. Obviously, these cultivators also acted as the main force of hard labor.

At the entrance of the passage, there seemed to be no cultivator to guard it, but Ogawa still found dozens of blue and purple light spots from the identity token, which should be advanced cultivators guarding in the dark.

After entering the passage, thousands of forks appeared in front of Ogawa, and they did not know where they led. The cultivators who kept passing by quickly dispersed and devoted themselves to these forks, and soon disappeared.

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

Xiaochuan released his spiritual consciousness and immersed himself in it, but found that the jade slip was a very complex map, which was the location of the underworld channel, including the name of each fork and the inhabited ghosts.

Before Ogawa could thank him, the old man was already impatient to fly to one of the forks, as if he was running around for the annual tasks like other cultivators and had to race against time.

After following the old man's escape light entered the fork, it suddenly became clear not long after the distance. The vast blood-red land was filled with the smell of corpses and blood. Piles of white bones were dotted among the continuous tombs, and the sky was also dark and blood-red, indicating that this was not a space that belonged to the human world.

On this blood-colored continent, groups of low-level cultivators are already fighting against monsters several feet tall and covered with black carrion.

Although the old man was anxious to go on a journey, Ogawa couldn't help but call him and asked, "Fellow Daoist! Is this a zombie? Why is it completely different from the zombies that are rumored on our continent!"

The old man who was called stopped helplessly and explained impatiently: "Fellow Taoist! These zombies in the underworld are naturally different from those in the human world. I can't explain clearly what the specific is. It's probably not the same species except for the name! Fellow Taoist, let's go quickly. The consequences of not being able to give enough ghost power by the end of the year will be very serious!"

Xiaochuan was unwilling to argue with him, nodded slightly and flew forward first, but thought to himself: "These low-level cultivators gathered the power of a group to kill a zombie, and only obtained the power of the ghost of the first or second elixir. Each person still had to hand over a thousand elixirs every year. No wonder they didn't want to delay for a moment. They were really helpless! I have been thinking about promoting an orange identity token, which seems to be no easy task!"

Ogawa was full of thoughts and said nothing along the way. He even saw from a distance that a human cultivator accidentally lost his life under the hands of a zombie. He felt even more and more moved.
Chapter completed!