"Whew!"

Seeing this scene, the old monk roared violently, and the speed under his feet was a little faster again, and his body moved in unison with the wind, and the distance of 100 meters was almost a few steps.

Seeing that the crimson blade was about to touch the neck of the middle-aged man with hair, he saw a touch of red gold suddenly appeared in his neck, and immediately shook the red feather knife back with a bang, and the powerful shock force almost made the knife come out of his hand.

"Not good!"

When this thought just came to Zhang Yuanhao's mind, he saw a mysterious smile on the middle-aged face with draped hair, a golden scorpion pattern suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and a golden scorpion squirted out of his mouth, heading straight for Zhang Yuanhao's face.

The small black iron shield was in front of Zhang Yuanhao, and the "Burning Mountain Technique" that had been cultivated to the second layer exploded violently, and a crimson spiritual power shield floated in front of him like a burning mountain.

In just a moment, Zhang Yuanhao laid two layers of defense in front of him.

Look at the golden scorpion the size of a baby's palm, it was extremely fast, and it catapulted onto the small black iron shield, and the latter suddenly made an overwhelming clicking sound, as if it was about to shatter at any time.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yuanhao's figure did not retreat but advanced, and a blazing sword light appeared in the red feather knife in his hand, and the blue flames were rampant, and he was about to slash at the head of the middle-aged man.

A pair of arms covered in pale gold, like carapaces, stretched out to catch the sword, so cold that it could almost cut off the Tsukiji monk's sword, leaving only a half-inch-deep wound on his palm, trickling blood.

The golden scorpion failed to break through the barrier of the high-level magic weapon-level black iron shield for a long time, and let out a sharp roar, and the golden scorpion tail, which was originally only an inch long, suddenly soared, like a golden whip, with an extremely sharp tail needle on the root, flashing with a breathtaking cold light.

The scorpion tail stabbed violently, piercing the Burning Mountain Shield condensed in front of Zhang Yuanhao in an instant, stabbing it and turning it into fragments of spiritual power in the sky.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yuanhao's face was pale, and he had no choice but to give up the second attack he had saved, and instead slashed at the golden tail stab that stabbed straight into his face.

Ding——

The blade and the tail spike edged each other, making a sound of gold and iron.

The scorpion tail was slashed upside down and flew out, and Zhang Yuanhao also felt a sharp pain in the sea, and when he saw the blade of the Red Feather Knife, it was slightly curled.

What a hard scorpion tail!

After this delay, the old monk was only less than a hundred meters away from Zhang Yuanhao, and with his speed, it would probably only take three or four breaths to cross it.

Seeing that the old man of the Divine Power Realm was about to arrive, Zhang Yuanhao was also a little anxious. As a last resort, he gritted his teeth and took out an ice-blue talisman from the storage ring.

Hastily!

Fu Seal was activated by his spiritual power, and flew towards the galloping old divine power realm, leaving a little frost mark along the way.

Pseudo-Occult Talisman - Ice Talisman!

This is a life-saving talisman given to him by Sun Fei, the head of the Lingguang Sect, before parting, this talisman can condense into a miniature ice realm within a radius of 100 meters, greatly slowing down the enemy's speed, and even freezing some monks with low cultivation, even if it is a foundation realm, it will take a lot of effort.

Before the talisman came into contact with the old man, it spontaneously combusted without wind and turned into a cloud of green smoke. Then, I saw a white cold wave suddenly gushing out within a few hundred meters, which was so cold that several Northland monks couldn't help but shiver.

The frost spread from the ground, countless flowers and trees were frozen into ice sculptures, and the figure of a Northland monk who had just been severely injured by Zhang Yuanhao fell to the ground and hummed, and the same turned into an ice sculpture, and the blood all over the ground was condensed by the frost. In the air, the few remaining bits of moisture turned into a thin layer of ice mist, which filled the air.

Especially where the talisman seal was activated, it was only a step or two away from the old man of the Divine Power Realm, but at this moment, it almost condensed into a huge block of ice, the white cold air dispersed, and countless ice vines were like chains, controlling the old man so much that he could barely move, and he could only widen his eyes and stare at Zhang Yuanhao angrily, his eyes almost killing him.

"Good!"

Seeing that the power of this Ice Realm Talisman was so great, Zhang Yuanhao couldn't help but regret it a little. But when he thought of the huge reward that this success had brought to him, he became excited again, and looked coldly at the middle-aged man with hair who couldn't act, with a hint of viciousness on his face.

"Don't blame me, people die for money, and birds die for food!"

Zhang Yuanhao took out the trembling spirit devouring bead in his arms, and was about to launch an offensive to kill the middle-aged man with the hair, but he heard a very strange sentence suddenly come out of his mouth, and then looked at Zhang Yuanhao with a strange look, and the smile on his face became more and more weird.

Zhang Yuanhao frowned, and slashed out again, wanting to cut a few more times to consume the strong golden skin around his neck, but he didn't want that layer of gold to suddenly fade, revealing a middle-aged neck with hair. The knife slashed his head straight off, blood splattering.

The Spirit Devouring Bead came out of his hand and shot at the corpse on the ground, suddenly gushing out a stream of green light, sweeping away all the blood on the ground, and then falling on the body of the middle-aged corpse with hair, gushing out a suction, sucking its skin and flesh cleanly in an instant, leaving only a skeleton, and the pocket golden scorpion attached to the black iron shield also disappeared in an instant.

"Shhh

Zhang Yuanhao gasped. This bead is really a bit evil, but I am afraid that it is an evil magic weapon, and it must not be discovered on the bright side.

Seeing that the middle-aged man was killed by Zhang Yuanhao, all the Northland monks present showed a miserable look on their faces, and there was endless resentment in their eyes when they looked at Zhang Yuanhao.

As soon as he died in middle age, Zhang Yuanhao suddenly felt that a wave of luck had come to him, for him now, this luck was not very large, and it was only a small part of what could be provided to him.

"Whew!"

Not far away, the old monk saw the middle-aged man with the hair swallowed in front of his eyes, and suddenly let out a heart-rending roar, his eyes were cracked, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and people trembled.

At this moment, the eagle-eyed man and his party also rushed into the dense forest, and when they saw the scene in front of them, their faces also changed greatly.

Especially the eagle-eyed man, the hatred on his face was no less than that of the old monk, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he stared at Zhang Yuanhao's figure.

Spiritual power surged, Zhang Yuanhao grabbed the spirit devouring bead floating in mid-air, sucked it into his palm, glanced at Zhong Xiu coldly, and then stroked the storage ring on his chest, and a red light flew out of it.

Seeing the Huo Yuan Sword floating in the air, a look of annoyance suddenly appeared on the eagle-eyed man's face, and he suddenly pulled out three cold iron arrows from his backpack and put them on the bowstring.