"Seventh-Order Demon Beast ......" Lin Hao bit a hair, judging from the hardness, it was a seventh-order demon beast.

Lin Hao is now a fifth-order demon beast, and if he is against a seventh-order demon beast, the odds of winning are not great, but he has obtained a large number of star Xuantie, and he is willing to fight hard, even if he can't beat it, he can get out of the way.

Lin Hao bit a spirit stone and entered a state of cultivation.

Traces of spiritual energy were absorbed by him from the spirit stone, and after running in the body for a few weeks, he inhaled the demon core, and the experience in the system slowly increased.

Under the nourishment of the Holy Dragon's Mental Method, while his physical body was strengthened, his soul was also nourished, and his state of mind was completely calmed.

The Holy Dragon Heart Method is worthy of being a dragon exercise, in addition to strengthening the physical body, it also has the effect of nourishing the soul and calming the nerves.

Cultivating immortals, in addition to improving the realm, the most important thing is to cultivate the mind, an immortal cultivator, you can be murderous, you can be lustful, you can be cruel, but you can't lose your Dao heart.

The Heart Method, the Holy Dragon Heart Method is named after the Heart Law, and while cultivating, the Dao Heart will be cast.

Lin Hao's Dao Heart had been destroyed the moment he was killed by his apprentice in his previous life, and now it was also the process of reshaping his Dao Heart.

The murderous and senseless Lin Hao is dead, and the current Lin Hao is much more rational than in his previous life, and his murderous intent is much lighter, and only when he is extremely angry will he show the true face of the world-destroying Lei Zun.

At this time, Lin Hao suddenly opened his eyes, spit out the snake letter, and looked suspicious.

He suddenly smelled a hint of blood.

The Black Yin Snake is very sensitive to the breath of blood, and the smell of blood can be felt within a radius of one kilometer.

Lin Hao immediately rushed out of the hole and crawled in the direction where the smell of blood wafted from.

It didn't take long for Lin Hao to come to a slope, and he found that there was a pool of blood in a bush below.

Lin Hao ran over and found that this pool of blood had not coagulated, and it had just been left behind.

"Humans?"

The blood of human demon beasts, Lin Hao could tell it, and the blood stains were clearly left by humans. In such a barren mountain range, there are still human beings coming?

Lin Hao held his breath and stared, the snake letter spit out, and the snake letter of the snake could distinguish the breath, so as to judge the flow of the bloody smell.

After a while, Lin Hao's head turned and he rushed in the direction of the east.

"Right ahead!"

Lin Hao turned a corner and walked more than three hundred meters away, then stopped, staring at the crack in the rock in front of him, he could feel the smell of blood coming from behind the crack in the rock.

He crawled slowly, silently through the grass.

The distance is getting closer!

Fifty meters...... Thirty meters...... Twenty meters ......

Ten meters!

At this distance, Lin Hao could feel the heat emitted from the surface of that person's body, judging from the breath, it should be the early stage of an innate martial artist, but he was seriously injured.

It was not appropriate to rush over now, Lin Hao had an idea and ran to a tree next to him.

Looking down from the treetops, Lin Hao could see that a young man covered in injuries was lying behind a rock and hiding.

The young man held a dagger in his hand that had long been broken, his arm trembled slightly from the pain of the wound, and he was a little unsteady holding the dagger, but he gritted his teeth and looked fierce.

"Huh?" Lin Hao looked surprised.

To his surprise, the young man was naked, wearing a pair of leather pants, and on his chest, a blood-red character was imprinted - slave!

Was he a slave in the Colosseum?

"Da Da Da ......"

There were stumbling footsteps and scolding sounds in the distance, Lin Hao hurriedly crawled on the tree, without making any sound, and even the beating of his heart was slowed down.

"Damn, that stinky boy can really run!"

"He is injured, wherever he can run, Lao Tzu can find him along the bloodstains!"

In Lin Hao's sight, three strong men in black appeared, who looked like people from the Colosseum, but they were even stronger, and their strength had reached innate.

The first guy wearing a black turban has reached the middle stage of the innate martial artist, which is equivalent to a level 7 wild monster, and he is many times stronger than Ye Hai.

I saw that the man bent down and touched a handful of blood remaining on the ground, and his eyes were cold.

"That kid is nearby, give me inch by inch!"

"Yes!"

The three of them immediately set to action.

The three of them split up, one searching the grass on the left, one exploring the rocks in front of them, and one observing the right.

Lin Hao clinged to the trunk of the tree, crawling towards the top of the treetops like an earthworm without making any sound.

The man who was exploring the rock seemed to smell something, and with a suspicious expression, walked towards the crack in the rock where the boy was.

Lin Hao could clearly feel that the young man's spirit was tense, the dagger in his palm trembled slightly, the green tendons on his face burst out one by one, and his red and crazy eyes were like a beast about to go crazy.

"Da!"

A drop of blood fell to the ground, and the innate martial artist's sense of hearing was very keen, and the people who explored the rock immediately contracted their pupils and were about to shout.

Suddenly!

The young man rushed out, and with a thunderous momentum, the broken dagger was slammed into the man's chest.

"Click!"

The dagger snapped directly, but still part of the blade stabbed in, and the man fell to the ground with a scream.

A look of disappointment flashed in the young man's eyes, the weapon was too bad to be fatal in one blow.

"There is a situation!"

"Kill him!"

The remaining two immediately sensed the situation, and with a glaring of footsteps, they rushed out towards the young man, and the black turban pulled out a shiny big knife from behind his back, and slashed at the young man's head with a fierce wind.

"I thought I could change another one before I died, but it's a pity!"

The young man's face showed despair, he no longer had the strength to escape, he was already seriously injured, and it was already the limit to be able to drag it here and deliver the last blow before he died!

"Hahaha! God is going to kill me Ye Wenlong!" The young man looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and in the laughter, tears rushed down the blood, and he laughed extremely miserable and tragic.

He has reached the limit of what he can do, and he still can't escape death, everything is creation!

Just as he was about to die!

Suddenly, a huge shadow fell over the sky.

A Colosseum warrior paused, looked up, and saw a huge stone tablet falling from the sky, with a heavy oppressive force, and smashed it on his head.

"Bang!"

The man's head was smashed into a dent, his brain burst, and he fell to the ground, dead of exhaustion.

"Ding! you killed a monster at level 6 and gained 720 experience points!"

"What!" The black turban turned his head, but saw a black stone tablet pressed on the dead man's body, and three words were engraved on the stone tablet: Qingling Village.

What is the situation? Why did a stone tablet suddenly fall from the sky and crush people to death?

Just now, their attention was focused on the slave boy, and they didn't even notice what was happening in the sky.

Even the slave boy was stunned, could it be that there was someone superior to help him?