I open a farm in the world of cultivation

Wang Hao fell from the land fragments and slowly landed on the edge of the fairy city, where he could already feel the strong cold power of the ghost mist.

This is still the edge part. The ghost fog in the city is thicker and the cold power will be stronger. Moreover, these ghost fogs are still spreading outwards. It is hard to imagine how dense it will be in the center!

There were countless ghosts and ghosts in the ghost mist, but these ghosts and ghosts did not actively attack Wang Hao. They seemed to have no consciousness at all. Wang Hao killed two of them without causing any reaction!

These ghosts are wandering in fixed places and following fixed routes, as if they have been like this for thousands of years and have become numb.

This is what low-level ghosts are like. As time goes by, they will gradually lose their consciousness. If it weren't for the thick ghost fog here, I'm afraid they would have disappeared long ago!

However, these are only low-level ghosts. There are countless ghost kings and bone corpses above the fifth level. Such beings will not lose their consciousness easily. The danger in the fairy city is still not small!

"So many ghosts should be the monks who died in the fairy city before," Wang Hao said suddenly!

In such a large fairy city, there may be hundreds of millions of resident monks. Wang Hao's scalp feels numb just thinking about it!

There were gusts of sinister wind and thousands of ghosts running rampant. He seemed to have arrived in the land of the netherworld!

When he came to a majestic city gate, Wang Hao stopped. The gate was mottled and half collapsed, and with the floating ghost mist, it looked like a gate to hell. "Tian Chengzi has been here before."

Feeling the breath, Wang Hao looked into the city gate. The light was dim and he could only see a large number of ghosts and ghosts floating on the street, but Tian Chengzi was not there!

He arrived late. Tian Chengzi had already entered the fairy city. Wang Hao didn't know what Tian Chengzi was doing. All means of contact were ineffective in the thick ghost mist. He couldn't determine Tian Chengzi's whereabouts for a while!

Wang Hao stared into the depths of the ghost mist, not daring to act rashly!

The ghostly fog was so thick that my vision was blocked. I could only see the close distance clearly, and I could vaguely see a red light flickering in the depths.

Being able to see it from such a distance, one can imagine that that place is definitely unusual. Could it be that it attracted Tian Chengzi?

Wang Hao pondered for a moment, then waved his sleeves and put on a black robe. The robe exuded a strong scent of ghosts. This thing is called the Fengdu robe. When a monk puts on this robe, the ghosts and ghosts will regard him as the same kind. They will not Under attack!

Although Wang Hao prides himself on his extraordinary strength, he still can't stand against too many fierce ghosts in the city, so it's better to stay calm!

Wearing Fengdu robes and holding a star bronze bone lantern, he was sneaking slowly. The star bronze bone lantern was not lit. The attribute of Qingluan True Fire was Yang, which was extremely restrained by ghosts and ghosts, but it was also easily exposed.

And now he can't fully control Qingluan True Fire, just in case, if there is a ghost king of level 6 or above, he can defend in time!

What's more important is that the main hall where Qingluan True Fire was located before did not appear to be "revived". This is particularly important, as it may save lives at critical moments!

Along the way, Wang Hao encountered nine ghost kings at the level of gods. Even though they were unconscious, they looked like ghosts because they were in a favorable location, and their strength was stronger than ordinary monks who transformed into gods!

Wang Hao became more and more worried about the hidden dangers of this fairy city, and looked at the place where he had observed the red light before!

At this glance, he clearly discovered that in the deepest part of the fairy city, there was a very conspicuous spiritual energy fluctuation, which was unique and independent among the many gloomy ghosts!

"Is this the fluctuation of the seventh-level spiritual vein? Is it an illusion? No, I am definitely not wrong!"

Fourth- and fifth-level spiritual veins can be found everywhere in the spiritual world, but there are not many of them above the sixth level. When they reach the seventh level, they are even rarer. The area under the jurisdiction of a large fairy city can range from three or two to more than ten. Just a strip!

The seventh-level spiritual vein is the foundation of the combined force!

"Is it the center of the city? If this was a large fairy city before, the spiritual veins were normally arranged in the center of the city, and there might be something like spiritual veins."

The seventh-level spiritual veins are extremely huge, but the situation here cannot be inferred by common sense. With the fairy city in ruins, the spiritual veins must have suffered a devastating blow, and only a few fragments may have been preserved!

"It would be great if the spiritual eye object remains, but the fairy city magic circle must be connected with the spiritual veins. If the magic circle is shattered, it will be difficult to preserve the spiritual eye thing as the core of the spiritual vein!"

There are no exceptions. For example, after the spiritual eye object was broken, a small piece of it slowly recovered over the years. Although it was not as good as before, it was still a valuable treasure!

"Isn't Tianchengzi after the spiritual eye thing? If the remaining spiritual eye thing is above the sixth level, it can improve the aura environment of Qiankun Cave to a higher level, and then feed back the Qiankun Sacred Tree and speed up its growth! "

Wang Hao pursed his lips, his eyes were a little more fiery, and he walked towards the center of the city!

The aura on his body didn't look like a stranger at this moment. This was the magical effect of Fengdu's robe!

Those ghost generals and ghost kings floated in front of him, their expressions were numb, and they didn't stop at all!

If he wants, he can even use his realm to coerce these low-level ghosts into recognizing him as the high-level ghost king!

But doing so is too risky. Wang Hao will not try it easily until there is a critical moment!

Looking at the signboards on both sides and the broad streets with bones and bones, Wang Hao couldn't help but sigh!

A great change, and I don’t know how many immortal cultivators were buried!

Suddenly, Wang Hao stopped and looked at a dilapidated house not far away!

A figure was sitting cross-legged in the house, with a black flag standing beside him, and his face was ferocious!

"It's him," Wang Hao didn't expect to meet anyone in this kind of place.

Cheng Yu, this person is a disciple of Taoist Wangsong. He has achieved advanced levels of spiritual transformation and performed well after entering the secret realm.

Wang Hao didn't expect that this person actually mastered a soul flag.

"Wangsong Taoist and Wan Dao all dared not enter the fairy city, but this person was bold enough to come in alone," Wang Hao didn't want to disturb him!

This trip was to find Tianchengzi, and it was not good to cause trouble!

But just when he was about to leave, his heart suddenly moved!

That Cheng Yu actually moved, with a ferocious look on his face and fierce eyes!

"Who is it, get out of here," he shouted, and three cold rays attacked Wang Hao!

However, the next moment, the cold rays floated in the air strangely, motionless.

"This... Senior," Cheng Yu's face changed drastically, and he subconsciously wanted to get up!

However, the huge pressure made him unable to move!

Wang Hao waved his hand, and three silver needles fell into his hand. With a thought, the spiritual imprint on them disappeared.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Yu's heart trembled.

"What kind of magic weapon is this?" Wang Hao asked with interest.

"Reporting to the senior, this is just a magic treasure, called the Soul-Catching Needle, which has a miraculous effect on ghosts and the souls of cultivators," Cheng Yu said hoarsely, not daring to hide it.

Soul-Catching Needle, no wonder the fluctuations are so strange, Wang Hao raised his eyebrows, vaguely feeling that the Soul-Catching Needle is definitely not as simple as it looks on the surface!