Zhang Yuanhao easily escaped into the scorching city, and he sneaked towards the remote storefront in his memory.

He didn't have any other intention in this trip, just to thank the woman who gave him the tips, if it weren't for her tips, no matter whether he could enter the Tianshan Mountain or not, now he was only afraid that he was still trapped in the Yimu Palace, and he hadn't even broken through the foundation.

Soon, Zhang Yuanhao's retreat sneaked under the slightly dilapidated shop, and his spiritual sense poked out, and he saw the familiar ancient handwriting on the façade.

"Here we are, here it is!"

Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense penetrated into the store, wanting to see if anyone was there.

"What's that......"

Before all the spiritual consciousness penetrated into the store, Zhang Yuanhao was stunned.

His spiritual sense stopped at a hidden wall inside the store, and he easily broke through the thick mezzanine barrier of the dark wall and spied everything inside.

Inside the dark wall is a dim secret room that is not big or small, and there is only a quaint small altar in the entire secret room, on which some fresh meat is enshrined, and what Zhang Yuanhao did not expect is that the center of the altar is enshrined by no one else, it is the ancestral beast of the Golden Wing Tribe.

It was a gold-cast musk deer sculpture, about the size of an adult's palm, and a pair of strange demon pupils under the armpits were inlaid with gemstones, which was vivid.

Zhang Yuanhao's heart was like a wave tumbling and undulating, very uncalm, he connected all the experiences he had along the way, as if he had thought of something, and his face became a little ugly.

"No wonder I was able to enter the Heavenly Mountain smoothly, and the Great Demon Barge Musk Deer also found the location of the Otogi Palace at this time, could it be that all this is the calculation of the Barge Musk Deer?"

The more Zhang Yuanhao thought about it, the more terrifying he felt, and he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat behind his back.

In Dan Yuanzi's memory, there is a fragment of the musk deer, and Zhang Yuanhao also knows more about it.

The musk deer, the demon outside the world, is good at divination, has eyes under the armpits, and can peek into the sky. At that time, among the many spirit beasts that protected the temple in the Medicine King Palace, the combat power only belonged to the middle and lower ranks, but they retained a life when the catastrophe came, and until today, they have almost cultivated into a primordial infant.

In this way, it is only a simple matter for the musk deer to calculate against him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanhao continued to let go of his spiritual sense and shrouded the entire store, but he didn't find a person in the store, and there was no one in it except for some sundries.

Shaking his head, Zhang Yuanhao made a gesture and left.

I came here with gratitude, but I left with a head full of worries.

The earthy yellow light traveled under the ground, and there were dense forests overhead, inhabited by demon beasts, and tribal villages, but no one expected that in the ground under their feet, there was a person shuttling endlessly, all the way south.

Zhang Yuanhao does have a sense of return, he has been away from the sect for nearly a year, and now that he has been promoted to the foundation building realm, he naturally has a little confidence to face the behemoth of the Yi Yan Sword Sect, and he can no longer only end up like before.

Moreover, he still has a certain foundation within the sect, and he can't give it up easily. Moreover, fusing all the memories of the original owner of this body, Zhang Yuanhao also has a sense of belonging to the Lingguang Sect, which is not a small sect.

......

The sky gradually turned white, and standing on the endless northland tundra, you can clearly see a round of scorching sun rising on the horizon in the distance, revealing a corner.

Zhang Yuanhao stepped on the floating sand river again, feeling the tendency of the soles of his feet to slowly sink and the slightly dry atmosphere in the air, he couldn't help but show a wry smile on his face.

As soon as the earth escape magic power reached the boundary area of the Fusha River, it automatically failed, and Zhang Yuanhao had to escape from the ground, walk all the way, leave the frosty grass and trees in the tundra area, and walk into the endless reckless floating sand.

What is piled up in the floating sand river is not ordinary yellow sand, but sand and gravel with metal components and weak elemental magnetic power, otherwise it can be completely controlled with the power of the earth's supernatural powers.

"It's going to take a long time!"

Zhang Yuanhao looked around, looking at the field of vision covered by yellow sand, his expression was a little bitter.

Last time, he was able to easily cross this thousand miles of floating sand river with the convoy of the Cloud Merchant Alliance, but even if there were many foundation building realm monks in the team, there were still many unpredictable situations along the way, and many monks who practiced qi realm died, burying their bodies in the rolling yellow sand.

This time, although he had the cultivation of the foundation building realm, he was only alone, and he was in the Fusha River, the Yuan Magnetic Disorder was serious, and the direction was difficult to judge, and he was likely to lose his way.

Above his head, the sun was like fire, but in the floating sand river, it was cold, and a young figure in black armor was gradually moving away in the hazy yellow sand, hiding his figure.

......

At the same time, in the northern part of the country of Jiuyun, at the boundary of the Fusha River.

In front of you is a patch of yellow sand, while behind you is a clear sky. The black pressure is divided into several groups, all of them are people with weapons and restrained momentum, and they have a good cultivation body. They occupy several miles of territory, and for a time it can be described as crowded, and the sound is like a busy city.

"It is said that the cave of the Master of Huangsha appeared in the Fusha River, and Qiyunmen got the news that he has sent three foundation building monks in the gate to the Fusha River, I am afraid that the treasure of the Master of Huangsha will be obtained!"

Among the monks in coarse cloth robes, a tall and thin man with a somewhat wandering look said in a small voice, just enough for the monks within a few meters of the surrounding area to hear it.

"Yes, the Master of Huangsha is the ancestor of Jiedan, although he is alone, but the "Huangsha Shatian Sutra" he cultivated is an ancient high-level mystic, extremely powerful, and he once defeated the current Taishang Elder of Qi Tianmen head-on with the cultivation of the first entry to Jiedan. ”

Immediately, the people echoed the Tao, and made a gesture of eloquence, as if they had a deep understanding of the people on the yellow sand.

"If you want me to say, Qiyunmen is also shameless, at the beginning, the old man of Huangsha and his old man had a deep gap with their sect, and once reached the point where water and fire were incompatible, and now he even has the face to send people to snatch the treasures of the Venerable Master!"

A slightly chubby man said with some indignation. It's just that this sentence came out, but no one dared to respond, and it seemed a little cold for a while.

"It's the same as what my brother sees!"

Just when the slightly chubby man's face was red and a little embarrassed, a gentle and magnetic voice came, which made the former excited.

Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came, only to see a handsome man dressed in pure white silk clothes, soft shoes, and jade pendants on his waist coming steadily, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the whole person gave people a sense of peace and calm in the face of danger and not panicking.