In a low bush about three or four miles away from the battlefield plain, a pair of black and white pupils were revealed, and a trace of spiritual power gathered in the corners of his eyes, forming a spell matrix.

Zhang Yuanhao has been crouching here for more than half a quarter of an hour.

Since the middle-aged man with the hair was shot by the scarlet strange arrow of the eagle-eyed man, it was as if he had been drained of his essence and began to become sluggish. His people suddenly erupted, surrounded him, and resisted the crushing slaughter of the eagle-eyed man in a vain attempt to escape.

Looking at the terrain for dozens of miles, only Zhang Yuanhao is located in a low basin overgrown with trees, which is very suitable for retreat and escape. So, nine times out of ten, they're going to evacuate this way.

Why crouch here?

Without relative returns, Zhang Yuanhao would not have taken this risk.

After all, what he had to face was not one person, but a group of monks, among whom there were even several cultivators of the Divine Power Realm. The slightest negligence will result in death.

Just as he approached the battlefield about two miles away, the Spirit Devouring Bead in his arms suddenly emitted a burst of bright green light, trembling slightly.

And according to Yu Jian, it was only when the Spirit Devouring Bead encountered a spirit root qualification that far exceeded its master's spirit root qualifications that it would provoke such a big reaction. Otherwise, with Zhang Yuanhao's qualifications as a mid-grade spirit root, even an ordinary high-grade spirit root might not be able to provoke such a big reaction from the Spirit Devouring Bead.

Then it can only be a pedigree qualification!

Only those whose ancestors have been born in the realm above the Yuan Infant realm have a chance to inherit the bloodline qualifications, which are much rarer than the top-grade spiritual roots!

This kind of bloodline can ensure that the monk can break through to the peak level of the source of his bloodline without bottlenecks, and he can also indirectly inherit some of his Yuan Infant power.

For example, the target selected by the Spirit Devouring Bead, the golden scorpion on the chest of the middle-aged man with hair, nine times out of ten, is the Heaven and Earth Law Aspect cultivated by a Law Phase Realm Body Cultivator, stimulated by the bloodline, and has all kinds of life-saving abilities, Zhang Yuanhao's eyes are hot. If he devoured his bloodline, it wouldn't be a little stronger.

Therefore, although there are many of them, Zhang Yuanhao still wants to give it a go.

The reason why he dared to do this, Zhang Yuanhao still has hole cards.

He can fly with a sword, but those physiques cannot.

This is his biggest hole card.

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Sure enough, as Zhang Yuanhao expected, after the middle-aged monk in the middle age of the hair fell, he had no choice but to retreat, and the direction of the retreat was exactly where Zhang Yuanhao was.

The defeat was like a mountain, and after the middle-aged tribe in Phi Fa left behind a large number of corpses, two monks of the divine power realm fled in a hurry. And the seriously injured middle-aged man with hair also retreated towards the dense forest where Zhang Yuanhao was located under the protection of dozens of Beidi monks and an aging group of divine power realms.

A cold iron arrow shot into the center of the team, as if it wanted to aim at the middle-aged figure with hair, but it was blocked by a Northland monk with his chest without fear of death, and he was immediately killed by an arrow.

The eagle-eyed man touched the few arrows left in his backpack, his face was a little gloomy, and he waved his hand forward, signaling the pursuit.

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A few bloodied monks from the north were at the forefront, clearing the bushes and trees that were growing vigorously nearby, and hastily clearing a path for a few middle-aged monks carrying the badly wounded and draped monk through. The aging Divine Power Realm monk's eyes were bright, and while urging the tribal monk to speed up, he unleashed a heavy punch with a huge force of ten thousand catties, knocking down the towering trees one by one, piling them up layer by layer, creating obstacles for the enemy tribe that pursued them.

For a while, the roar of the collapse of the giant tree was endless, and the bushes where Zhang Yuanhao was were trembling, and the leaves fell one after another.

The eagle-eyed man and his party were stopped by two divine power realms with death will, and they couldn't get out for a while. The two Divine Power Realm were like crazy, and ordinary monks couldn't get close at all, so they were torn apart by the giant weapon in their hands, while the monks who were also in the Divine Power Realm were afraid of their will to die, for fear of being dragged to death by them. For a while, the two rushed into the hostile tribe and fought for a while, beating the enemy's formation to pieces.

Shout!

Just after a Divine Power Realm armed with a heavy stone stick smashed the head of a Northland monk with a stick, a tricky cold iron arrow flashed from behind him, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, heading straight for his heart.

In the distance, the aging Divine Power Realm cultivator couldn't help but have a trace of sadness in his eyes when he saw this scene. Then he closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened them again, he was already cold, without the slightest emotion.

Whew!

Several monks who were clearing the road cleared a bush in the middle of the road with weapons, creating a clearing. At this moment, this team of dozens of people was less than 100 meters away from the bushes where Zhang Yuanhao was crouching.

Zhang Yuanhao is like a leopard in hunting, his eyes are full of greed for food, but his body is very cautiously shrunk, and his momentum has been raised to the extreme.

Seeing that the few monks of the Qing Dao were about to walk to the bush where they were, Zhang Yuanhao's spiritual sense emanated, staring at the divine power realm that was still knocking down trees and creating obstacles hundreds of meters away, and the corners of his mouth hooked an arc.

The next moment, Zhang Yuanhao moved.

A turquoise sword light flashed out, slashing the heads of the three Northland monks in front of him into the air, and three blood fountains gushed. Then, Zhang Yuanhao's figure was like a ghost, dodged in front of a stunned monk, and ended his life with a knife.

At the moment when Zhang Yuanhao broke out and killed the three Northern Earth monks, the old man of the Divine Power Realm, who was hundreds of meters away, roared angrily, shouted a few words, and saw that Zhang Yuanhao was indifferent and killed another person, so he took a step forward, and the ground shook loudly.

"This is the moment!"

Another sword light slashed out, slashing the two Northland monks who wielded their weapons and killed them on their backs, and Zhang Yuanhao finally saw the middle-aged man with hair under the siege. His eyes were slightly open, his eyes were not angry and arrogant, although the scarlet arrow on his left shoulder gave him a lot of trauma, but Zhang Yuanhao saw him at the first glance and had a thought that he was by no means his opponent, which made him feel a little retreat in his heart.

Biting the tip of his tongue, Zhang Yuanhao's eyes condensed again, touched the storage ring on his chest, and a small black iron shield appeared around him, which immediately gave him a lot of courage, and then he slashed out, vigorously raising the emerald green sword.

Several Northland monks rushed up without fear of death, trying to block this terrifying sword with their flesh and blood, but they screamed and were split in half by the sword, and their remnants fell to the ground, stained with a little turquoise flame, which looked extremely weird.

"Die!"

Zhang Yuanhao almost killed all the monks around the middle-aged man with a knife, and seeing that only one of them collapsed to the ground, Zhang Yuanhao no longer hesitated, and decisively slashed out, wanting to cut off his head.