Lin Hao doesn't know anything about the Shenzhou Sea, there are too many islands in the Shenzhou Sea, and the ghost knows which island.

"The fairy is dead?"

"My heavens, dead!"

The natives were all trembling, and they didn't know what language to speak, but judging from their expressions and movements, it should be Lin Hao who killed this Dao robed monk, and the impact on them was too great.

Obviously, this island must have been controlled by the young monks, who cast a little spell and rewarded some treasures, and were worshiped as gods by the natives.

This is a common means of developing forces, and in the future, if necessary, the natives of this island can be captured and used as fighting forces, and they can also be sold into slavery.

Lin Hao crawled towards the monk's corpse and pulled out a token from his chest.

The token is vaguely recognizable, with the words "Yujian Gate, Fang Yun" written on it.

From this point of view, the young man who was killed in front of him was called Fang Yun, and he came from a sect of cultivating immortals, "Yujian Sect". The natives of this island have all practiced a kind of exercise, which must have been given to them by Yujianmen.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, an arrow shot over and hit Lin Hao's head.

"Ding!"

The arrow seemed to hit the iron plate and broke off directly, but Lin Hao's body did not move at all.

Lin Hao slowly looked up, only to see a dark-skinned young man holding a silver feather bow in his hand, his expression frightened, and his eyes were bigger than a fish's eyes.

"Monster!" the young man turned pale with fright, and sat down on the ground.

Lin Hao frowned deeply, he had clearly found an arrow shooting at him just now, but he didn't dodge it, his reaction power was dull to such a point?

He shook his head, the sequelae were not ordinarily serious, and it seemed that it would take a while to recover.

"You, come here!"

Lin Hao looked at a thin native, who was none other than a tribal elder.

"Me?"

Hearing Lin Hao call himself, the tribal elder was startled and pointed at himself.

"Yes, it's you!" Lin Hao nodded.

The tribal elder's heart was beating wildly, and the snake could also speak the language of the gods, so he had to tiptoe over.

"Let me ask you, do you know the Feather Sword Gate?" Lin Hao said.

"I don't know. The tribal elder shook his head.

"Then what kind of place is this?" Lin Hao then asked.

"This is Hashimima, and I'm the elder of Hasishimal. The man said honestly.

Lin Hao knew as soon as he heard it, he didn't ask anything, and what he said was tantamount to nothing.

Hasan Island is nothing more than a random name, and the ghost knows which corner of the Shenzhou Sea it is.

"How do you get out of here?" Lin Hao asked.

"I don't know, our tribe has never left Hasan Island. The tribal elder shook his head.

Lin Hao nodded slightly, knowing it in his heart.

Lin Hao's tail condensed a layer of sharp true yuan and swept forward.

Just swept it so casually, and the terrifying energy directly blew out the arc of wind visible to the naked eye, emitted a sharp whistling sound, and swept out in all directions.

"Puff puff puff ......"

Just listening to the sound of a series of flesh explosions, this group of natives didn't even have time to resist, and they were all blown into minced meat.

The cultivation of this group of people was nothing more than a Yuanying cultivator, and Lin Hao casually unleashed a little Gangfeng, which was enough to destroy them.

Since there is no value, Lin Hao naturally will not leave a living.

He closed his eyes, and his consciousness spread out, expanding to the entire island.

His mind searched back and forth across the island, and after about ten minutes, he found nothing of value, the only thing that caught his attention was a flag that could contact people outside.

The tribal elder should have used this banner to contact the Feather Sword Gate.

Lin Hao ran to a thatched hut and put away the flag.

To Lin Hao's surprise, the dead Fang Yun also had a flying sword, which had a one-star sword soul in it, but it was only the weakest one-star sword soul, and even Zhuge Guiyuan's Guiyuan sword couldn't compare.

As soon as Fang Yun died, the sword lost control, but it could be devoured by Xiao Lei.

"Collect!" Lin Hao put the flying sword into the space in his body.

"By the way, what about Xiao Lei?" Lin Hao was taken aback.

He suddenly realized that Ben Lei Sword seemed to have lost contact with him.

Lin Hao hurriedly came to the edge of the beach on the island, and his divine sense detected it, searching inch by inch, and at the same time, he was still calling Xiao Lei in his mind, trying to get in touch with Xiao Lei.

But to his disappointment, there was no response at all.

If it weren't for the imprint he left on Xiao Lei's body, he even wondered if Xiao Lei was broken.

"What a bastard!" Lin Hao was very irritable.

Fell on a desert island, got lost, and lost the flying sword.

What's even worse is that he, the damaged spirit spirit, doesn't know when it will be recovered.

In his current state, he didn't even dodge the arrows shot by the Yuanying Monk, and when he met a real powerhouse, the consequences could be imagined.

However, his Nine Dragons Thunder Gang Body came to the Fourth Dragon, and ordinary god-transforming monks couldn't hurt him.

His goal now is to find a way to leave as soon as possible, go to the human world, search for some elixirs to restore his spirit, and search for Xiao Lei's location by the way.

Lin Hao probed the things in the space in his body, a tank of dragon blood, a black dragon diagram, and some miscellaneous medicinal materials, pills, and so on.

The spirit crystals he had left were consumed in the final battle, and the spirit stones were almost consumed by the earth trapping formation, leaving some medium-grade spirit stones.

In other words, he didn't even have the resources to cultivate!

This is really exhausted, and Lin Hao has been forced into this dilemma for the first time.

"Hey, Lin Hao, are you dead?"

In the inner space, Gu Ao shouted to the sky.

Seeing this, Lin Hao released Gu Ao and the Blood Knife.

Lone Ao's lion-like eyes stared at Lin Hao, stunned, and exclaimed, "You're not dead!"

"How could I die!" Lin Hao said.

Gu Ao glanced around, sniffed the smell in the air, and suddenly smiled.

"Lin Hao, you are on an island in the Shenzhou Sea!" Gu Ao smiled.

"That's right, I appeared here after I woke up, do you know how to leave?" Lin Hao asked.

Gu Ao spread his hands helplessly: "I don't know!"

Lin Hao was disappointed in his heart, and he had already expected this answer.

In desperation, he had no choice but to put Gu Ao and the blood knife back again.

Now, he can only find a way to leave.

"Goo!"

At this time, Lin Hao's stomach suddenly screamed, and a strong appetite appeared.

Lin Hao suddenly found that he had been in a coma for an unknown amount of time, although the dragon blood in his body had repaired the external and internal injuries for him, it had also consumed a lot of his essence and blood, resulting in an empty abdomen.

He has to eat now!

Thinking like this, Lin Hao left a monitoring formation on the island, flapped his wings, flew into the air, and left Yusan Island directly.

(End of chapter)