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The sword intent is different. Unleashing a powerful sword intent is equivalent to turning on a shadowless lamp in the entire ghost world.

The sword intent is not easy to dissipate, and it spreads very far.

At that time, the eyes of the entire ghost world might be attracted.

"It seems that the sword intent cannot be used too much for the time being."

Chu He sighed and spoke.

Mu Yingjin nodded.

Chu He looked at the long sword in his hand and sighed silently.

He may not have sword intent, the long sword he is holding now is also an ordinary long sword given by Mu Tong, not even Wen Bao.

Xinjian Wusu is still recuperating in his sea of ​​literature. When he was in the capital, the Snake Ghost King almost scratched the heart sword Wu Su. Although after a period of recuperation, he can use it again, but Chu He still hopes to wait until he fully recovers. Besides.

After all, Xin Jian Wu Su involves Wen Xin, Chu He has to be careful.

So he came here this time and deliberately asked for a long sword.

As for using Wen Qi's long sword in the ghost world, it's not impossible, but there's no need to take this risk.

Looking at the direction on the token, after walking for an unknown amount of time, the light on the token suddenly disappeared.

Chu He was startled suddenly.

Could it be that something happened to the first batch of ghosts?

As long as you enter the ghost world, you must constantly infuse your literary energy.

And as long as the literary spirit is infused, it can appear on the token.

Chu He didn't dare to neglect, and said in a low voice.

"Everyone, be vigilant, there may be something wrong with the first batch of ghost rooms."

Mu Yingjin was holding a long sword, and his eyes were even more wary.

The emotions of Yao Hong and the others suddenly tightened.

However, the three of them had served in the Civilian Army at any rate. They had gone to Liangjie Mountain and killed ghosts. They were already considered veterans of the Civilian Army.

The five of them slowed down, and while walking towards the sign, they were constantly vigilant about their surroundings.

Suddenly, Chu He found that there was something very familiar in the black soil in front of him.

That is, literati token!

The pupils of Chu He's eyes shrank slightly, and the others obviously noticed the token, and their hearts became tighter, not daring to act rashly.

"The four of you each take five steps apart. Mu Yingjin is in the middle, taking care of each other at any time. I'll go and see the token."

Chu He ordered.

Yao Hongbei, Fu Zimuyang and the others did not dare to be negligent, and immediately spread out in a triangle shape, while Mu Yingjin stood in the middle and could have an overview of the whole situation.

Chu He kept injecting literary energy into the token to make the diffused ghost energy more powerful, trying to dispel possible dangers, while moving closer to the token.

Although he also knew in his heart that those who could make the fourth-rank ghosts simulated by the fourth-rank talents drop the tokens, it is unlikely to be intimidated by his ghostly aura.

Gradually approaching, Chu He was worried about the black soil under his feet, so he deliberately stabbed it with his sword, and found that it was indeed ordinary soil. He stepped forward and picked up the token with his long sword.

Holding it in his hand, after looking carefully, Chu He was sure.

This is the first batch of ghost tokens.

This token is exactly the same as the token on his body, and it is obviously the token issued by Mu Tong for Guijian.

Because there might be dangers around, Chu He didn't dare to ask Mu Tong rashly, so he could only retreat first.

At this moment, the token on Chu He's waist suddenly shone brightly.

Chu He narrowed his eyes and picked up the token on his waist.

Someone else infused the token with Wenqi.

On the token, only light can appear, but the number of people cannot be displayed.

Chu He turned around, handed the token in his hand to Mu Yingjin, and said.

"The first batch of ghosts, at least one person has fallen."

Losing the portable token is basically equivalent to being completely exposed to the ghost world.

Even if the four people around him kept surrounding him so that his aura would not radiate, but in this dangerous area, doing so would be a great constraint, basically equivalent to giving up the means of attack and defense.

Mu Yingjin took the token and asked, pointing to the light on the token at his waist.

"Still going or not?"

Chu He grinned and cursed Mu Tong secretly.

Before he came, he thought that the first batch of ghosts had established a safe enough base, so Mu Tong didn't give them independent tasks, nor did he tell them what to do if the first batch of ghosts died.

Now that he was in danger, he still had to use tokens to contact him, and four people had to surround him. Once something went wrong, they would not even have time to escape.

While thinking about it, Chu He suddenly noticed a burst of ghostly air spreading in front of him.

He stared in that direction, narrowed his eyes, and whispered.

"Ready to fight."

Mu Yingjin was in the middle, Yao Hongzi and Mu Yang were one step behind Chu He, and Bei Fu was beside Mu Yingjin, vigilant about their surroundings.

At the same time, a human figure walked slowly from the ghostly black mist twenty steps away.

Bei Fu looked in the direction, then at the figure, and said in a low voice.

"The direction the token points to is there, it may be from the ghost world..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the figure slowly appearing.

When he saw the man clearly, all his words were blocked in his mouth.

The man in front of him had a broken neck, a crooked head, dull eyes, no, the pupils of his eyes had spread, his body was covered with mud, and his clothes were torn.

And on the side of the man's waist, a token was emitting light.

It pointed in the direction of Chu He and the others!

"Ghost... ghost..."

Bei Fu whispered softly, staring at the man in front of him dumbfounded.

Although Yao Hongzi Mu Yang had killed a ghost cultivator and seen such a terrifying scene, but it was in Liangjie Mountain after all, no matter how terrifying it was, he knew it was just a ghost cultivator.

But now when everyone looked at the man's appearance and the glowing token around his waist, their scalps suddenly became numb.

Chu He also had goosebumps all over his body, he said in a low voice.

"Whoever can shoot an arrow, give him an arrow."

Although none of them had bows and arrows on their backs, Chu He knew that Confucian scholars generally don't carry things that they don't need temporarily with them, and usually put them in their handbags.

Even if the three of them don't have any tips, Mu Tong will give one.

However, Chu He didn't see that the three of them were good at archery in their profiles, so now they just asked a tentative question.

No one would, Chu He also has other methods.

"I can."

Unexpectedly, he just asked a simple question, and there was actually someone with a bow and arrow, and Bei Fu was the youngest of the three.

Chu He was surprised for a moment, and without looking back, he spoke.

"Shoot in the head."

Bei Fu hesitated for a moment, but that's all. After all, he had gone up to Liangjie Mountain, and he killed decisively. He immediately bent his bow and drew an arrow, aiming at the head.

With one eye fixed on the figure, Bei Fu suddenly saw the figure move and ran towards him.

But Chu He and others disappeared from Bei Fu's eyes in an instant.

In the huge ghost world, it seems that he is the only human race left.

In an instant, that figure had arrived in front of Bei Fu.