Zhang Hao was spinning around in the maze, but the people outside were in a mess.

The people of those forces in Huaxia searched around the town for four or five days, and then left after finding nothing.

Yao Xiang Gu and the three of them took Wu Qiangsheng and carefully searched the range of three hundred miles around the town, but they found nothing.

The four of them searched for more than ten days in a row, but they didn't find Zhang Hao, and the stele never appeared again.

In the end, they had no choice but to buy some tents and other things, and set up camp in the place where the stone monument disappeared.

Every day, Wu Qiangsheng stayed behind, Yao Xianggu, Wu Xiongcheng and Nangong Xiong would go out for a spin and re-check the three hundred kilometers around the town.

Their divine consciousness can only be released for more than ten kilometers outside the body, so it is not easy to check it.

They were out on the fence, searching for it.

Zhang Hao is in trouble in the labyrinth.

At this time, Zhang Hao was standing in a hall, which was different from the previous one, because there was an extra painting on the top of the cave in this hall.

The content of the painting is also very simple, a blood-red person, and a purple-gold person, Zhang Hao can't see the specific appearance of the two people, but the red person above has a blood-colored short sword in his hand.

The shape of the short sword was exactly the same as Zhang Hao's.

The purple-gold man was holding a golden short sword in his hand, which was about the same size as Zhang Hao's.

The two of them confronted each other with swords, although they couldn't see their faces clearly, but Zhang Hao could feel the nervous anger coming out of the painting.

Zhang Hao wanted to use the energy of his own body to jump up and take a look.

He jumped suddenly, and when he was about to approach the painting, a golden light flashed, and Zhang Hao couldn't avoid it, and was hit directly.

The golden light directly penetrated Zhang Hao's body, and the strength of his proud flesh was like a piece of paper, gently pierced.

Zhang Hao fell down suddenly, fell heavily to the ground, and then opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

On the right side of Zhang Hao's chest, a hole the size of a bottle mouth appeared, and his lungs were pierced, and he could see the back from the front.

This is Zhang Hao's most serious injury, and the injury is much more serious than it looks on the outside.

Because after that golden light passed through Zhang Hao's body, it was worn back again.

That golden light was surging around in Zhang Hao's body, destroying the meridians in his body, and the energy in Zhang Hao's body was constantly devoured by it, Zhang Hao wanted to mobilize energy to fight back, but the meridians were scattered, and the energy in Zhang Hao's body could not organize an effective counterattack at all.

Just when Zhang Hao thought he was going to explain this, the blood-colored short sword in his body reacted.

It came out of Zhang Hao's dantian and rushed directly towards the golden light.

The two collided together, and the golden light dissipated and leaked out of the main body.

It turned out to be the golden short sword in the painting.

Zhang Hao was stunned, he could feel that the momentum of the two short swords in his body was constantly rising, just like two old enemies meeting.

He can't say what he has now, if these two things fight in his body, it is estimated that he will not be able to have this body.

He used his mind to control the blood-colored shortsword, trying to get it out of his body, thus luring the golden shortsword out.

But the blood-colored short sword was no longer under Zhang Hao's control, and it didn't care about Zhang Hao at all.

The two short swords were constantly increasing their momentum, and blood kept coming out of Zhang Hao's mouth.

Seeing that these two guys were about to fight hard, the small golden ball in Zhang Hao's dantian came out.

Appears directly in the middle of the two short swords.

It spun and spun, releasing golden energy that enveloped the two short swords.

The blood-colored short sword only trembled slightly, and then it was sucked by the energy of the golden ball, and stuck to the golden ball, which continued to rotate as the golden ball continued to rotate.

The golden dagger was struggling desperately to get rid of the energy of the golden ball.

The golden ball kept spinning, and the short sword kept struggling, and the two did not give in to each other.

And so it went on for a day, or a day or two.

Zhang Hao no longer has the energy to care about this fight, the injuries on his body are very serious, although the wounds have healed, but the meridians in his body are still messy.

He tried to take the elixir from the ring to heal his wounds, but found that his body could not move at all.

If this continues, it is estimated that if he does not die, he will be wasted.

It may be that the little golden ball feels Zhang Hao's crisis, or maybe it is a little impatient.

The energy it emitted was no longer golden, but turned into black, and after the black energy wrapped the golden shortsword, it began to absorb the energy of the golden shortsword.

The golden short sword struggled even harder, but it still didn't escape, and the golden energy on the sword body continued to emerge, being swallowed by the assimilation of black energy.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhang Hao gritted his teeth and persevered.

He knew that as long as the Golden Ball won, his life would be saved, and if the Golden Ball lost, his life would be gone.

However, judging from the current situation, the Golden Ball will win, which also makes Zhang Hao breathe a sigh of relief and have the idea of persevering.

After a few more days, half of the blade of the short sword had lost its golden color and turned black.

It struggled a lot harder, too.

Zhang Hao knew that it wouldn't take long for the golden ball to devour it.

But just when Zhang Hao was secretly happy, the golden ball suddenly withdrew the black energy.

The golden short sword was immediately free, and then slammed out of Zhang Hao's body.

The gold ball is more than twice as large as the original.

Most of the energy of that golden sword was swallowed up by the golden ball.

When Zhang Hao was still wondering why the golden ball put the golden short sword and left, a sound of breaking the air came.

Zhang Hao wanted to dodge, but his body didn't obey.

He was hit the head.

But he's fine......

The man who kicked him screamed, and there were several clicks, clicks from his feet.

He had three broken toes.

The control of Zhang Hao's body returned, and he opened his eyes to take a look.

The man who kicked him seemed familiar.

Zhang Hao frowned and looked at the man's anxious eyes carefully.

Li Qianqiu!

Zhang Hao once used soul searching on the people of the Li family, and knew Li Qianqiu's appearance from the heads of the Li family.

But he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, so he wasn't the first to know for sure.

Zhang Hao can't wait to kill this guy now.

Fortunately, his body strength is hard enough, otherwise he would really be attacked by him and die.

"Li Qianqiu, the demon bell in Majiapo Village was really taken by you. Aren't you supposed to be in M? so soon to be here?"

Zhang Hao said these words, in fact, to delay time.

The golden ball in his body returned to his dantian with the red short sword, and it was spinning rapidly, releasing milky white energy.