Yi Hao immediately put away his Yuan Force, and the flames disappeared with it.

"The temperature of the Yuan Huo is really high, it seems that you should use it with caution in the future." Yi Hao smiled bitterly and looked at the objects in the room. After this period of hard cultivation, his fire control technique has become slightly successful, and he can quickly condense flames in a few breaths.

Yi Hao then continued to run the Zhengyang Jue. The Zhengyang Jue has also reached the second level because of the improvement of cultivation. The second layer of positive yang essence absorbs the vitality faster, and the vitality runs more smoothly in the body.

Yi Hao tirelessly explored the other changes brought about by the breakthrough in the middle stage of refining yuan. His most direct feeling was that the Yuan Force in his body had increased, his strength had increased compared to before, and the flame temperature was higher. And the Divine Forging Technique, there has been no progress. Feeling the surging Yuan Force, if he met the second ancestor of the Zhou family again, he could easily wipe it out, he squinted and thought.

Yi Hao looked at the slightly dull color of the Yuan Stone in his hand and showed a wry smile. Due to the consumption of breaking through the bottleneck of the middle stage of refining yuan, there is not much left of the yuan stone in the bag.

The Yuan Stone was about to run out, and this question made Yi Hao depressed. If there is no Yuan Shi, it will be difficult to cultivate in the future.

"Looks like it's time to get out of Breeze Town......"

A few days later, Yi Hao came to the outside of the Dead Wood Temple. The mist formation shrouded outside the Deadwood View disappeared, and the true face of the Deadwood View was completely revealed.

Yi Hao was surprised, and he immediately looked around vigilantly. The flowers and trees outside the view are still the same, but no human voices are heard.

Yi Hao touched the ground on tiptoe, and his body floated towards the gate like light smoke. When he walked into the temple, he looked around, and the temple was in a mess, and some houses had collapsed. Yi Hao used his divine consciousness and looked into the view, and there was no sign of anyone in the view. He walked into the temple vigilantly and slowly searched inside.

As he walked toward the temple, he suddenly felt a strong smell of blood. Yi Hao walked forward quickly, only to see that in a bluestone-paved courtyard, the corpses of nearly ten people, including Haishan and Qingluo Guanzhu, were lying on the ground. He approached to check the snorts and pulses of the men, and found that they had been dead for a long time.

"Master Deadwood!" Yi Hao exclaimed.

"You must not have an accident...... The poison in my body has not yet been cured! Yi Hao's face changed suddenly, and he secretly prayed in his heart.

He walked briskly inward. Suddenly, there was an inaudible sound.

"Help me...... Help me......"

Yi Hao glanced around. In a dark place in the courtyard, I saw a person crawling on the ground. He tried to prop himself up with both hands, hoping to get Yihao's attention.

Yi Hao walked forward quickly and found that this person was actually an old man sweeping the floor. He lifted the old man's body, and a lot of green liquid flowed from the old man's body.

The old man was unusually weak, his lips trembled, and his voice trembled: "Water ......"

Yi Hao carried the old man to a spacious place and leaned against a tree. He searched in all directions and found a place that appeared to be a house. The room was crooked and crumbling. He cautiously entered it and found a clay pot filled with water. He took the water, took a few leaps back to the same place, and brought the water to the old man's mouth.

When the old man saw the water, he couldn't wait to sit up straight. He gripped the clay pot tightly with both hands, "Gollum...... "Gollum gulped down the water in a few sips."

After drinking more than half of the jar of water, the old man seemed to regain some strength.

"Thank you, Childe......" The old man's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Yi Hao gratefully and said.

"Childe...... Can you get another can of ......?" the old man looked at Yi Hao with some hope, and said with a snort.

Yi Hao used to guess that the old man was a master, and he always looked like a cold and mysterious master. I can't imagine that the old man has such a weak and powerless side after being injured.

"Okay, wait a minute......" Yi Hao got up and went to fill a full jar of water. He was about to help the old man help him drink, but the old man hurriedly raised his hand to stop him. He took the water and said, "Childe, I can already drink it myself, and I don't dare to bother you." ”

After drinking this jar of water, the old man's physical condition seemed to be half better, which surprised Yihao very much. The old man struggled to stand up, clenched his fists and said respectfully to Yi Hao: "Thank you, Childe, Childe's life-saving grace, the old slave is willing to repay the work of dogs and horses." ”

"No, it's just a gesture." Yi Hao straightened the old man and waved his hand and said.

"Nope! Son...... I'm talking about being willing to follow you for the rest of my life! ”

"This?" Yi Hao turned his head and stared at the dead wood view.

When the old man saw that Yi Hao was unwilling, he wanted to kneel. Yi Hao then turned around and grabbed his arm, making it impossible for him to kneel.

The old man felt the aura that Yi Hao released at will, and this aura was the unique aura that only cultivators such as the Dead Wood Master and the Starfish possessed. Yi Hao's aura is strong, not even less than that of the Dead Wood Master. Unexpectedly, in just over a year, Yi Hao would elevate his cultivation to such a realm! The old man who had just escaped death was even more in awe of Yi Hao.

The breeze is gusting inside, and the fallen leaves are scattered with the wind. The old man stared at the Deadwood Temple, recalling the past scenes of the Deadwood Temple, and fell into deep thought.

Now that the Dead Wood Temple is afraid that there are cultivators who have returned, if they stay here, they will inevitably be killed. Thinking of one's own ontology, if there is no guidance from a cultivator, it will be difficult to make progress in cultivation in the future. Yi Hao is easy-going, and his cultivation qualifications must be very high, and it is his chance to meet him today. Seeing that Yi Hao was reluctant to take him in, the old man looked even more lonely.

"Is the Master of Deadwood still there? What's going on here? Yi Hao pointed to the dilapidated houses in the Dead Wood Temple and asked in a deep voice.

"Childe, that's ......" the old man whispered to Yi Hao about everything that happened in the Deadwood Temple.

A day earlier, the Venerable Deadwood's enemies had heard from somewhere that he was hiding here, so they had teamed up with a few powerful cultivators to come to the door. Several cultivators were strong and went on a rampage all the way. The Master of the Deadwood could not resist at all, so he had to abandon the watch and flee in embarrassment.

Haishan, Qingluo Guan Lord, and other people in the temple wanted to stop the cultivators and delay time for the Dead Wood Master. But they were slapped casually by a brocade cultivator and died. The old man blocked the cultivator's blow, and tried to struggle to drag a cultivator for the Master of the Deadwood, but was knocked down by another cultivator with a random sword.

Due to his special constitution, the old man was only in a coma and did not die. Several cultivators were eager to pursue the Master of the Deadwood, but they ignored him. As for the starfish, it has not been seen since the cultivators broke in.

The old man hesitated slightly, and then Zhengse said to Yi Hao: "Actually, I am the dead wood, and I am the jujube tree cultivating into a human form!" ”

"Oh?" Yi Hao showed surprise and took two steps back to stare at the old man vigilantly.

When the old man saw this, he didn't think it was strange. When the Master of the Dead Wood brought the others to this time, they heard him say that he was a jujube tree, and this was the same expression. In the secular world, spirits are common. But it is rare for worldly people to actually see spirits and live together.

The old man then quickly talked about his origins. It turned out that his body was a red-barked jujube tree.