I open a farm in the world of cultivation

Wang Hao and Jiang Li guessed the identity of the purple-robed monk and deliberately slowed down their escape speed. While falling behind, they also ensured that the purple-robed monk was within the detection range of their spiritual sense!

The purple-robed monk must have a lot of hidden tricks, and those in front must suffer some losses!

However, as time went on, most people still fell behind them.

Because of the impact of the storm, the detection range of the spiritual sense was greatly reduced. The maximum distance they could pull away from the purple-robed monk was only ten thousand miles. In the initial stage, they could still fall behind. Slowly, they had to speed up.

How could the rest of the immortal cultivators keep up?

After chasing and fleeing all the way, only seven people were left in the front, the purple-robed monk, two giant tail tribe monks, the multi-eyed tribe monk surnamed Qu, and Wang Hao and three others.

Yuan Fang was actually a little behind, but it was Wang Hao's secret help that prevented her from falling behind.

At this time, if she fell behind, the probability of survival was not high. Wang Hao was not so cold-blooded.

After chasing for a while, Wang Hao felt that something was wrong. The purple-robed monk's escape speed did not seem to be as fast as it appeared at the beginning. It seemed that he deliberately led them to chase him, slow at first and then fast, but he did not let the monk surnamed Yue and others fall behind.

"Master Jiang, didn't you say that there are some monsters and ghosts around the nest?" Wang Hao asked in a voice transmission.

"Yes, they are not only guards, but also can use the things brought back to the nest by the mud and stone monster to practice."

Wang Hao frowned when he heard this. What can the mud and stone monster bring back, and how can the monsters and ghosts practice? There are only a few types, such as bones, blood, and souls...

"Don't worry, whether it is a monster or a ghost, there is absolutely no Mahayana existence, and the mudstone monster is the same. Even if the eighth-level spirit vein is occupied by the mudstone monster, the eighth-level mudstone monster will not be born in the short term. The Mahayana period is difficult for you and me, and the same is true for the mudstone monster. It is not possible to succeed just because the conditions are met."

Hearing that there is no Mahayana existence, Wang Hao was slightly relieved, but if there are too many, they cannot be underestimated!

The purple-robed monk's actions have a taste of mutual destruction. Such a high-profile intrusion into the mudstone monster's nest will definitely cause a siege, and no one will benefit.

If it is just close to the nest of monsters and ghosts, the pressure will be slightly less, but it is still difficult to resist!

Just as Wang Hao was thinking, the first few people entered a sand dune. The storm here was obviously much weaker, only hovering in the sky, and the airspace thousands of feet close to the ground has become calm.

Accompanied by an unpleasant laugh, a thick black fog appeared out of thin air, covering the surrounding tens of thousands of miles!

The first few people who chased them, the worst of whom were also in the late stage of fusion, naturally reacted quickly. When they saw the change, their first reaction was to sacrifice the protective magic weapon to ensure their safety first!

The purple-robed monk sneered, and his figure disappeared in front of everyone!

Almost at the same time, in the thick fog around, ghosts swayed one after another, and ghost cries kept ringing!

"Hmph, a mere ghost dares to stop me!" The monk surnamed Yue said disdainfully, but he did not rush to chase him, and silently strengthened his own defense!

Wang Hao stayed on the periphery and did not approach them. These dark fogs were not as obstructive to him as the violent storm. His spiritual sense was not a problem to explore thousands of miles!

There are a large number of ghosts hidden in the surrounding sand dunes, and there are a large number of bone corpses in the passage under the sand dunes.

There are many ghosts, as many as hundreds of thousands, and there are more than ten ghosts with strength reaching the fusion level.

Soon, these ghosts launched an attack. For ghosts, the soul and blood of the cultivators are the best supplements.

The ghosts used various means, with the cover of the dark fog, to attack from all directions!

The layers of ghosts crying made everyone's ears numb, uneasy, and almost unable to maintain the stability of their bodies!

The skeletons in the ground also jumped out and rushed towards everyone frantically.

Wang Hao and the other two were also attacked. These ghosts were very vicious and difficult to deal with!

There were two gloomy skeletons, and some dried flesh and blood could be seen on the bones. I'm afraid they had a strong cultivation when they were alive!

There was also a demon corpse holding a black broadsword. According to Jiang Li, this thing was not even a demon slave, but a cannon fodder-level existence, but even so, it was not so easy to deal with!

The black dark fog rolled, and more and more ghosts appeared and joined the battlefield!

A strong breath appeared from one side of the battlefield. A cultivator of the Giant Tail Clan screamed and had his arm bitten off by a huge skull.

Wang Hao was slightly startled and looked at Jiang Li. The breath just now was obviously beyond the scope of the fusion period.

Jiang Li also frowned slightly and said immediately: "Why don't we leave first? Even if these people are not all trapped here, I am afraid they will not have the spare energy to take care of us!"

It is unwise to fight to the death with this group of ghosts. No matter what the identity and purpose of the purple-robed cultivator is, Wang Hao can choose not to help, but he will not destroy the other party's arrangement.

Previously, he used the Giant Tail Clan and the Multi-Eyed Clan to target the Yaksha Clan, but now it is the other way around. The people of the Giant Tail Clan and the Multi-Eyed Clan are in danger.

Wang Hao doesn't mind changing camps and cooperating with the purple-robed cultivator!

Of course, there is no need to cooperate now. After this series of changes, everyone's losses will not be small, only the human race has no losses.

Others are not stupid, and they are likely to choose to join forces for warmth.

After a little calculation, Wang Hao decided to adopt Jiang Li's suggestion. He took out the star copper bone lamp and pressed it hard, and the hot flames spurted out.

The Qingluan True Fire is fused with the Sun True Fire that is just rising, and it is the nemesis of ghosts and monsters. Even those in the Mahayana stage cannot even think of taking advantage!

The ghosts surrounding Wang Hao suddenly screamed and kept retreating!

Wherever the flames passed, all ghosts were melted and disappeared without a trace!

After forcing away several high-level ghosts, Wang Hao did not hesitate to fight, pointed in one direction, and broke out with the two women.

With the star copper bone lantern opening the way, they successfully broke through to the outside.

At this time, the huge skull made a strange cry and chased after him from behind!

The skull flew extremely fast, and in a few flashes it came to the three of them. It opened its mouth wide and was about to swallow them in!

"It's interesting. Is this thing conscious?" Wang Hao raised his hand and flicked it, and a flame flew out from the star bronze bone lamp, turned into a green luan, and flew towards the skull!

Jiang Li and Yuan Fang also followed suit, blasting out attacks one after another!

However, except for the Qingluan Firebird, the two women's attacks are of little use.

Wang Hao knew that he must not be held back by this thing for too long. If he was surrounded by a large number of ghosts, he would have to pay several times the price to break out!

This skull is very strange. Its aura is higher than that of a monk in the Fusion stage, but it is not a Mahayana stage existence.

How should I put it? It's a bit like the fake infant monk between the golden elixir monk and the Nascent Soul monk.

But this is a bit outrageous. There are fake alchemy monks and fake infant monks, but after that, there is no such special existence between the two realms.

From the stage of transformation to gods, if the breakthrough is not successful, it is a dead end. How is it possible for an existence between the Mahayana stage and the integration stage?