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Surprised, Chu Yang suddenly found that something was wrong with his body.

He was no longer in the spirit state.

In fact, the external incarnation does not necessarily have to be in the spirit state. He can switch between the spirit and the entity.

This conversion is autonomous and free, and what form he exists in is completely determined and controlled by himself.

But after entering this small world, he was transformed into a physical state without knowing it.

He suddenly realized that this situation should be caused by the limitations of the small world.

There are no spirits in the small world, so Chu Yang who came here can only exist in the form of a physical body.

Then, what about those ghost cultivators?

Will they be erased by this small world as non-existent things?

Or will they also be transformed into entities?

Chu Yang felt that the latter possibility was more likely. If this small world was really so cruel, his external incarnation should also feel the rejection of this small world.

Of course, he didn't care about the situation of other ghost cultivators now.

The beast seemed to have noticed his existence, and Chu Yang could only prepare for a fight.

Although he couldn't use all his spiritual power, it didn't mean he had no means of fighting.

Even as an ordinary person without spiritual power, he could definitely be called a top fighting master.

In addition, his physique as an external incarnation was far beyond the peak state of human beings, and it could also allow him to exert the powerful strength of a warrior.

So he had the confidence to fight against wolves, tigers and leopards.

But he couldn't guarantee that he would never get hurt.

For such a battle, he had to be alert to deal with it.

Fortunately, the beast didn't seem to find Chu Yang.

It sniffed in the direction of Chu Yang for a few times, and its expression seemed a little confused. It paused for a while, and finally gave up the idea of ​​finding out, and continued to go around the foot of the mountain.

Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and watched the beast go away.

Being able to avoid such a meaningless battle also saved him a lot of trouble.

After the beast left, Chu Yang continued to hurry on his way.

Not far away, he saw a small village in the distance.

The village was surrounded by several hills, with two exits in front and back. The walls and gates were built on the exits with thick wood.

The houses in the village were not big, like straw huts, and were very simple.

There were also villagers.

Seeing the villagers' attire, Chu Yang could only sigh helplessly.

This was obviously still a relatively primitive village. The villagers were all wearing animal skins, not even a piece of rags.

But he soon found something wrong.

These villagers were standing on the wall more than two people high, with weapons in their hands.

The weapons in their hands were not the stone axes and wooden spears of the primitive tribes, but serious metal weapons.

And these metal weapons were not backward bronze weapons. They looked better and more advanced than steel weapons.

How could a primitive and backward village have such advanced smelting technology? How could it create such high-quality cold weapons?

Chu Yang was a little confused.

After observing carefully, he actually found the ghost-headed broadsword among these weapons.

Chu Yang suddenly understood.

Aren't these the weapons used by the ghost cultivators in the underworld?

The origin of these weapons is also easy to explain.

The space crack has existed for a long time, and Chu Yang and others are definitely not the first ghost cultivators to enter here.

Even before Newton, many unlucky ghost cultivators had been sucked into the space crack.

The weapons of these ghost cultivators must have been left in this small world through the space crack, or brought here by those unlucky ghost cultivators.

The weapons used by cultivators are certainly not ordinary things. Even the most rubbish weapons in the underworld can be called magic weapons in the mortal world.

Whether it is the degree of solidity, the degree of sharpness, or their shelf life, they are not comparable to ordinary iron in the mortal world.

A group of primitive people holding a bunch of magic weapons, this picture is really a bit weird.

Chu Yang hesitated for a moment, then strode towards the direction of the village.

These villagers should be on guard against the beast just now. For him, who is of the same kind, at least in appearance, they should not have inexplicable malice.

The terrain around the village is relatively flat, and there are no other shelters.

Chu Yang walked towards the village in a swagger, and was soon discovered by the villagers.

As they were all human beings, the villagers did not show hostility to Chu Yang, but just watched him approach the village silently.

Soon, Chu Yang stood under the wooden fence at the entrance of the village.

Before he could speak, an old man leaned out from the fence: "Are you new here?"

The language was completely consistent, and there was no barrier to communication.

This was a good thing.

But Chu Yang was still a little puzzled: "What do you mean new here?"

"Aren't you a ghost cultivator who just came from the crack?"

"Huh? Do you know my origins?"

Chu Yang was slightly surprised.

Generally speaking, outsiders rarely reveal their identities to the natives of this world. This is basic safety awareness.

Just like aliens running to Earth, if they reveal their identities at will, they are likely to be caught and studied.

So even if they are found to be suspicious of their identities, they will not explain their background clearly.

But the situation Chu Yang is facing now is like these natives are fully aware of the existence of ghost cultivators, and also know that ghost cultivators came here through the space crack.

And the ghost cultivators who came here before seemed to have already explained their origins to these natives clearly.

This situation is a bit strange.

And judging from the attitude of the native villagers, they seem to have no hostility towards him as an outsider.

So, outsiders and local natives can live in harmony?

This kind of thing... is good.

Chu Yang couldn't help but smile softly: "Yes, I am indeed a ghost cultivator who just came from the crack... How can you guess my identity?"

He is now in a physical state, and on the surface, he is no different from ordinary humans.

In theory, his identity as a ghost cultivator should not be so easy to expose.

The old man said with a strange expression: "Your clothes are different from ours. Yours are clothes, and ours... are animal skins."

"Aha... That's it..."

Chu Yang patted his head a little embarrassedly. He really didn't think of this just now.

"It's not safe outside. Come in and talk first."

The old man motioned to the villagers to open the wooden door.

Although the wooden doors of the village looked simple, they were all made of tree trunks as thick as thighs, and were very heavy and strong.

The villagers took a lot of effort to move the wooden doors, and finally welcomed Chu Yang into the village.