"Boom!" Still relying on how Zuo Qingsong dodged, the dragon and tiger were like four vicious and hideous giant eyes, all of which locked him to death, and finally hit Zuo Qingsong's body with a solid head!

Zuo Qingsong, who is a spiritual martial cultivator, was like a rag doll under the mighty arrow array, and was blown upside down, flying straight out of thirty zhang, and then fell headlong into the yellow sand!

At this time, Zuo Qingsong no longer has the slightest spirit martial arts cultivation!

The four vital points of the face, the left and right chests and the lower abdomen dantian were all hit by arrows!

Most of the head has disappeared, the two bowls of large blood holes on the chest, the heart and lungs, have been cracked into pieces, and the wound on the lower abdomen is the size of a sea bowl, and the intestines and intestines inside have flowed all over the ground.

No matter how strong the vitality of Lingwu Xiu is, the shattered Zuo Qingsong is already too dead to die!

Zhou Hao is the end of the real strong crossbow at this time! The internal strength in the dantian has been consumed, even if he wants to pull the Star Silver Bow again, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.

But being able to kill Lingwu Xiu in one fell swoop, this was something he couldn't have imagined before, and now he really did it.

Zhou Hao suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, walked unhurriedly to Zuo Qingsong's corpse, and rummaged through the corpse for a while.

After looking for most of the day, except for a palm-sized Qiankun bag, there was only the blue spirit weapon sword.

Zhou Hao held the spirit weapon sword in one hand and the Qiankun bag in the other, and muttered: "It seems that you really have to be promoted to spiritual martial arts cultivation as soon as possible, otherwise you won't even be able to do such things as killing people and robbing money!"

As he spoke, he only felt a slight pain in his palm, and the gluttonous bone spurs moved, absorbing the essence of Zuo Qingsong's body in a few breaths.

Feeling that the essence spit out by the bone spur this time was very different from before, Zhou Hao hurriedly sat cross-legged on the ground, and while running the Heaven Replenishing Skill, he concentrated on the investigation.

"Hey! This essence actually has a lifting effect on the dantian and meridians. And the effect is still very strong! Could it be that this is the innate essence?"

The essence of a spiritual martial cultivator should have been extremely strong, but Zhou Hao felt that a stream of essence that was only the thickness of a thumb was slowly circulating in the meridians.

And the dantian and meridians that had already risen to the head and could not be promoted were actually strengthened by this small stream of essence and improved again!

"This should be the innate essence! It turns out that the martial essence absorbed is only the acquired essence, and it can only elevate the talent to the top of the earth. That's it. But this innate essence can continue to improve the talent. I just don't know if I can be promoted to heaven?"

This small stream of essence was consumed after two laps. And the breadth and tenacity of Zhou Hao's dantian and meridians. It has been promoted again, although the magnitude is not large, but it is enough for Zhou Hao to be overjoyed.

Slowly finishing the work, Zhou Hao got up, pondered slightly, took off Zuo Qingsong's clothes, and burned it clean, and the hot wind in the desert blew, leaving no traces.

Zhou Hao then took Zuo Qingsong's corpse. Far away to the lake in the middle. The strange fish that smelled the smell of blood became crazy again, and in just half an hour, Zuo Qingsong was left with only a dry skeleton that no one could recognize.

After picking up his cold iron agarwood arrow, Zhou Hao turned his head to look at the traces of the fighting around him, frowned, and simply didn't do anything. A fire burned hundreds of feet of grass and trees around it. Just wait for the yellow sand to blow, and everything will be buried deep under the sand!

"Well, even if someone can track it down, they can't tell that there has been a fierce battle here!"

Zhou Hao watched all this with satisfaction. Clapped his hands and turned over his horse, and went straight away.

Zhou Hao closed his eyes and rode on horseback, hurrying away. While running the Great Week, restore the exhausted internal strength.

Believing that the horse was reined, Zhou Hao went straight to the meeting place agreed with Xia Mubai.

When Zhou Hao walked out of the two hundred miles, he faintly felt that something was wrong, and slowly thought about it, and suddenly remembered one thing!

...,

"That's right, this sword!" Zhou Hao took out Zuo Qingsong's azure sword from the saddle, looked at the exquisite and light sword body, and said: "If you leave this spiritual weapon, sooner or later someone will be tracked down!

"At least this is a medium-grade spiritual weapon!

Zhou Hao was a little distressed, but he knew that if he kept this sword, he would get into trouble sooner or later. So he gritted his teeth, turned over and dismounted, dug a big pit a foot deep in the yellow sand, threw the blue sword into the pit, and muttered: "Sword, sword, it's not that the master doesn't keep you, but I haven't left your strength yet!"

One last glance at this extraordinary divine weapon, Zhou Hao swept up a large area of yellow sand and buried this spiritual weapon deep in the bottom of the sand.

Even this last trace of clues was annihilated by himself, Zhou Hao had no worries in his heart, and went straight to the meeting place.

I had just driven out four or five hundred miles, and it was already completely dark. In the desert at night, the cold wind was howling, and it was difficult to distinguish the direction at all, so Zhou Hao had no choice but to find a leeward sand dune and camp on the spot.

After eating some dry food early and feeding the Hissing Wind Beast, Zhou Hao nested in the tent and started to run Da Zhoutian, wanting to recover his internal strength as soon as possible.

How do you know that everything is always unsatisfactory! Just after dozens of Great Zhou Tian, before the internal strength had recovered to its original 20%, Zhou Hao suddenly heard a roar like a lion and tiger outside the tent.

"Hey, no! The Wind Beast has met an enemy!" Zhou Hao quickly withdrew from his cultivation state, grabbed his bow and arrow and cold iron heavy sword, and his figure flashed, standing under the starlight.

Looking up, the Wind Beast roared wildly, raising its front hooves high from time to time, as if demonstrating against something.

Zhou Hao followed the direction of the roar of the wind beast, staring into the distance, only to see a black figure two hundred feet away, raising countless sand and dust, killing all the way with great momentum.

Zhou Hao's figure flashed, and when he reached the side of the neighing wind beast, he stroked the horse's neck to calm down the manic neighing beast, and at the same time was fully vigilant against the galloping monster.

The monster was low, but its size was extremely large, and its four thick claws were rapidly swung in succession, and in the blink of an eye, it was within fifty zhang.

Zhou Hao finally saw the appearance of the monster thoroughly!

I saw that this monster was a huge lizard three or four feet long! But it had two horns on its head, its whole body was fiery red, and there was a sharp bone spur on its back, like a burning flame, which was shocking!

"There are horns on his head, and his whole body is fiery red, this is the fire hunting lizard! Hehe, I can't imagine that the master can't find it all over the place, but you sent it to the door yourself!

Zhou Hao didn't say a word, and raised his hand to shoot out four ordinary cold iron agarwood arrows!