Moment.

The golden scorpion came out of the second corpse and flew back into Zhang Yuanhao's body, and after the baptism of the weak blood force in the corpse, it became energetic again, and the color on the golden carapace became a lot darker again.

"Goodbye, take your time looking for me!"

Zhang Yuanhao smiled defiantly at the figure of the eagle vulture hovering in the air, and instantly activated the earthy yellow runes in the dantian, and his whole body turned into a cloud of yellow mangs, blending into the ground under him, and disappeared.

A cold wind blew, bringing a trace of frost, except for the golden eagle vultures that kept hovering in the air and watching the ground, only the sound of the wind could be heard here.

The two shriveled corpses on the ground gradually lost their temperature, and the white frost residue that was clearly visible to the naked eye condensed on their skin and hair, and the dismembered and fragmented fowl demon corpse that was abandoned in the wilderness on the side exuded a strong smell of blood, which attracted many low-level demon beasts that lived on rotting corpses for a long time.

Seeing that those low-level demon beasts devoured all the useless demon bird corpses and visceral vessels that Zhang Yuanhao had discarded, and then gathered around the corpses of the two Divine Power Realm monks, the eagle vulture in the air finally couldn't help it, let out a loud cry, and swooped down from the sky, scattering a large number of demon beasts on the ground.

The eagle vulture hovered low in the air for a while with some fear, and when it saw Zhang Yuanhao really leaving, it landed and stopped next to the two corpses, with a hint of humane ridicule in its eyes.

......

Three days later.

In the vast sea of clouds, a majestic bird carrying a huge stone castle loomed in the hazy clouds, and its broad wings fluttered, and it immediately blew away a large cloud and flew far away.

Several figures jumped down from the stone castle on the back of Negative Mountain Peng, their bodies fell like meteors, crashed to the ground, smashed deep pits on the ground, and then slowly got up and walked out of the pit of smoke and dust.

At the head of the group was a tall, thin man dressed in brocade, with a handsome face, and a pair of eagle-like sharp eyes that made a deep impression on people, and people could remember him at a glance.

Behind him, there were several tall and mighty men, with strong figures, simply draped in animal robes or animal skin skirts, revealing large areas of bronzed skin.

Only at the back was a rickety old man with a tattered cloak, whose age could be seen from the hands behind his back, and the black grease of his nails and his skin as dry as tree bark made one wonder if he had crawled out of the coffin.

The eagle-eyed man at the head walked up to the cloaked old man quite respectfully, and whispered a few words to him, but he did not dislike the dirty stains and unpleasant smell of the latter's body in the slightest.

The old man nodded as he listened, and from the amplitude of his movements, he could get a glimpse of his face under the cloak.

It was a pair of cloudy but gloomy eyes, and the face was covered with brownish-black scabs, and when the expression moved, the wrinkles pulled at those scabs and twisted like centipedes, which were extremely hideous.

The old man walked and stopped, and there was a golden eagle vulture hovering in the sky, which was where Zhang Yuanhao was hiding under his nose.

I saw the old man muttering in place for a moment, his mouth suddenly babbling for a while, and one by one the black poisonous insects crawled out of his cloak and creaked in all directions.

After a long time, several pitch-black scorpions crawled out of the two frozen and shriveled corpses not far away, and re-burrowed into the old man's cloak, and the many poisonous insects scattered on the ground slowly crawled back into his two open sleeves.

A fine light flashed in the old man's eyes, and he looked up to the southeast, which was the direction where Zhang Yuanhao had fled.

......

The stars filled the sky, the moon was pouring down, and the time was in the middle of the night.

Zhang Yuanhao walked and stopped during the day to recover his spiritual power, and at night he walked away, making full use of the time, and in less than five days, he had already walked the distance that he could only walk in the past ten days on a camel beast.

"Seemingly, it's time for the Sunnuma tribe!"

Zhang Yuanhao is not deep, but his spiritual sense can spy nearly fifty zhang away, which is twice as much as on the surface.

Overhead was a dense wood, in which several low rocks were hidden, and there was a small hole that he had dug by more than half a year ago, and which was now covered with a thick layer of gravel and dust.

It's only a few dozen miles away from the Hinuma tribe.

Zhang Yuanhao once again escaped underground and hurried away in the direction of the Sunmarsh Tribe.

An hour later.

An earthy yellow light rose from the corner of a dark, damp stone wall, transforming into a humanoid figure.

Zhang Yuanhao looked far away, and could clearly see the small village lying dormant in the night hundreds of meters away, although there was no light, but Zhang Yuanhao could hear the low sound of conversation in the air and the thick breathing of the demon beast that was raised.

A few hundred meters closer again, Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense was released, enveloping the small half of the village, searching for the figure in his memory.

"Xin'er ......"

Soon, Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense stopped on a somewhat brand-new wooden house, and he saw a delicate face on the wooden bed.

That's Long Xin, she seems to have grown a lot taller, her face is also a lot more delicate, and her cultivation has reached the third level of Qi training, which is two small realms higher than half a year ago, and in less than a year, Zhang Yuanhao was a little surprised.

"You're here, Zhang Yuanhao. ”

A kind fluctuation spread in Zhang Yuanhao's sea of knowledge, Zhang Yuanhao's body first tensed, and then relaxed.

"Senior Mengtu, it's me!" Zhang Yuanhao used his spiritual sense to communicate with the fluctuation.

"I didn't expect that it was only less than a year, and you were promoted to build the foundation, it seems that the ancestor was not wrong in his prediction, you are the one we are waiting for in the Sunmarsh tribe!"

The two exchanged spiritual sense for a long time before Zhang Yuanhao proposed to say goodbye. He glanced back at the wooden house where Long Xin'an was sleeping, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his body turned into an earthy yellow light and disappeared above the ground.

Half an hour later.

Zhang Yuanhao looked at the scorching city with a little light in the night, and wondered if he should just escape into it.

The Great City of Wuzhi is guarded by a formation, but with his current cultivation, it is like a child's graffiti, and he can easily see the location of his formation hub and core hub without the help of the ability to peep into the formation eye.

The Great City of Wuzhi is led by an immortal realm cultivator whose cultivation is comparable to that of Jiedan, but his physical cultivation soul is weak, as long as Zhang Yuanhao has the intention to hide, it is impossible for that immortal realm ancestor to find his traces.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Yuanhao also stabilized his mind, and the yellow mangs turned into retreats quickly swept underground, and soon reached the bottom of the black burning city, which was forbidden by countless arrays that emitted faint spiritual light, but it did not affect Zhang Yuanhao's retreat at all.