The Immortal Spiritual Picture

Gu Changhuan couldn't help but get a little excited after listening to Jun Tian Zhenren's passionate speech.

He nodded. Although he didn't know how good Jun Tian Zhenren was at fighting, he was very good at talking. Under his mobilization, the cultivators present were all full of fighting spirit and wanted to have a bloody battle with the monsters right now.

However...

Gu Changhuan lowered his head and gradually calmed down his excitement.

It's not just his talking skills. He can have such an impact on so many cultivators. He must have practiced some related secret techniques, or his skills are related to this.

Could it be a sound cultivator?

Gu Changhuan thought, and went with the flow and boarded the Pojun warship.

There are still no traces of a large number of monsters within a few hundred miles of Duyanfang City. In order to save the cultivators' true essence and energy, this large-scale small decisive battle still relies on warships to transport the cultivators.

When boarding the warship, Gu Changhuan moved closer to the monks of the family, and just as he sat down, he found that the hunchbacked old man who wanted him to join the monster hunting team before was behind him.

This was a coincidence.

However, he didn't intend to have anything to do with these people.

If he wanted to form a monster hunting team, he would not choose these people as his teammates, too unreliable.

So before the hunchbacked old man came over to greet him, Gu Changhuan released a trace of true energy fluctuations belonging to the Purple Mansion Stage.

And the hunchbacked old man, after feeling the true energy fluctuations of the Purple Mansion Stage monk, froze immediately.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and looked at the person sitting in front of him. After confirming that it was Gu Changhuan he had seen before, his old face turned red, and his expression was a little terrified.

I didn't expect that this man looked so young, but he was already a Purple Mansion cultivator. Fortunately, this senior was broad-minded and didn't care about his previous presumptuous conversation and address, otherwise his old bones could not bear the anger of the Purple Mansion cultivator.

Thinking of this, the hunchbacked old man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he quietly stood up, looked at Gu Changhuan who was resting with his eyes closed with awe, bent down slightly and found another place to sit down.

Fortunately, the other cultivators were in a state of nervous excitement at the moment, and not many people noticed the actions of the hunchbacked old man, otherwise the onlookers would definitely be surprised by the behavior of this hunchbacked old man.

After the war boat left the market, the formation of the market was suddenly opened.

On this side, Gu Changhuan closed his eyes and rested, but his mind was not here, but thinking about where to get some fourth-level pill recipes.

With his current ability, the success rate of refining fourth-level pills should be able to reach 30% or 40%.

It's just that the fourth-level pill formula is more difficult to get than the third-level pill formula. Apart from other things, the fourth-level pill formula is mostly in the hands of Jindan cultivators or Yuanying cultivators, and most of these people are backed by powerful forces;

And there are too few Jindan independent cultivators. If you want to do their business, you may not be able to wait for a customer for three to five years.

And before advancing to the Jindan stage, Gu Changhuan couldn't use the previous method to get the fourth-level pill formula from the Jindan cultivator. After all, no one would give the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine and rare fourth-level pill formula that they had worked hard to find to a purple mansion cultivator to refine a fourth-level pill.

Otherwise, go and see what pill formulas Haoran Sect has that can be exchanged?

This plan is feasible.

While thinking, time passed quickly.

When Gu Changhuan and others stood up again, they had already arrived at the frontline battlefield.

The so-called frontline battlefield is just the border between the human and demon races. The spiritual energy here is thin, the spiritual veins are rare, and there are no decent spiritual plants within a hundred miles.

On the battlefield at the border, there have always been cultivators fighting the monsters, but sometimes there are more people and sometimes there are fewer people.

However, this time, the entire Duyan market and several nearby markets have all come out in full force, leaving only a small number of cultivators stationed in the market, and to be on the safe side, each market has opened a defensive formation.

It was the first time for Gu Changhuan to come here. As soon as he got off the warship, he instantly took out the magic weapon. At the same time, his spiritual sense swept around to check the situation nearby.

The place where they landed was obviously the place where the monsters were the most.

At this time, the morale of the human race was high, and many cultivators had red eyes as soon as they saw the monsters, and they summoned the magic weapons and rushed forward.

When Gu Changhuan looked up, he saw a huge crowd of monsters, even the sky was dark, and the shadows of the monsters stretched for miles. There were so many that Gu Changhuan almost doubted whether they had arrived at the lair of the Purple Barbarian Monster King.

And only three miles away from them, there were still many human cultivators fighting fiercely with the demons;

And in the farther place, some demon beasts could be vaguely seen wandering around.

While Gu Changhuan and others were looking around and dealing with the demon beasts, thousands of meters above the sky, in the fierce gale, the Purple Stone Demon King narrowed his eyes as he looked at the human race that continued to pour into the battlefield.

After a long while, he still didn't find his target, so he snorted coldly and turned away.

He didn't even look at the demons below.

On the human side, Feng Yidao sat on the warship and had no intention of taking action.

Below the warship, the human and demon races were fighting in a group, and Feng Yidao sat in the warship, wiping his knife out of boredom.

The demon king actually abided by the agreement between the two races and didn't take action. If the demon king took action, he could have taken advantage of the situation to fight him.

What a pity.

Feng Yidao thought with regret, put away his knife, and prepared to see if there was any talent on the battlefield below.

At this time, on the battlefield below.

Gu Changhuan mixed in with the cultivators and fished in troubled waters, while secretly watching the battles in the sky and on the ground.

Among the Gu family, only Gu Xuanzhan, Gu Changqing and Chi Jin were able to handle it with ease.

Although the others could not do it with much spare power, they could still have the upper hand against monsters of the same level; after such a long period of fighting, even Gu Changyue and others who were not good at close combat could face the sneak attacks of monsters without fear and respond flexibly.

This is undoubtedly good news.

But the new tribesmen were obviously lacking in this aspect.

On this side, not far behind Gu Changhuan, a third-level superior snake demon was hiding in the air, ready to sneak attack any human cultivator near it at any time.

Where it fled, it brought a breeze.

Unfortunately, at this moment, all kinds of magic, magic weapons, monsters and beasts were whistling on the battlefield, and the wind caused by the violent collision came from all directions. Few people could sense this breeze.

The snake demon sneaked in the air for a while, and saw a young monk in a blue robe in front of him who looked easy to bully and attack, so he quietly fled over.

Bringing a breeze.