Zhang Yuanhao stepped out in one step, stepped on the medicine field, and suddenly felt the dryness and boredom under his feet. As soon as the toes are crushed, the soil loosens up and turns into countless tiny particles of earth.

The soil is devoid of any nutrients, and most of the growth of these herbs is due to the residue of the herbs that have been burned by the fire.

As soon as he entered the medicine field, Zhang Yuanhao saw several extremely high medicinal herbs at his feet.

Zhu Yanhua, Qingyan vine, purple blood grass······

It is full of fire-attribute medicinal materials, although the grade is not high, but it is superior in the year, they are all medicinal materials of at least three thousand years, especially this purple blood grass, which has reached five thousand years, it is simply terrifying.

As soon as he touched the storage ring and took out a jade box from it, Zhang Yuanhao gently transferred a few herbs out and put them in the jade box, and then walked towards the nearby medicinal herbs again.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhang Yuanhao emptied everything that could be scavenged from this medicine field, and then walked towards the next medicine field.

It took two days for Zhang Yuanhao to crack all the prohibitions that could be broken in the medicine garden, and transferred all the medicinal materials to his storage ring.

Although he couldn't break the ban on some high-grade medicinal materials, his harvest was also huge, he got no less than ten medicinal materials like purple blood grass that were more than five thousand years old, in addition, there were many eight or nine treasured materials, which were precious in themselves, plus thousands of years of vintage, the value was immeasurable.

Seeing that there was almost nothing to loot in the entire medicine garden, Zhang Yuanhao returned to the palace in a huff, and cracked the prohibitions inside everywhere.

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On the Tiantian Mountain, the ice fog condensed, the cold wind howled, and the clouds poured out.

A golden figure fell from infinity with an endless wind, a pair of giant wings fluttered and a violent hurricane fluttered, blowing countless mountain stones and ancient trees on the mountain peak, and a pair of strange demon eyes under his armpit shone brightly, and a man in a dark robe was faintly reflected in it, and behind him was a sea of red magma.

"Yo-"

The demon let out a chirp that pierced the sky, and there seemed to be a hint of joy in it. Then I saw that his figure froze, and he swooped down the mountain in a roundabout way.

The golden demon bird spread its endless golden qi around its body, like a golden light shield, and as soon as some splashing rocks or branches in the air touched, they instantly turned into countless fine particles, which were directly cut into the tiniest particles.

The height of more than 300 miles of Tianshan Mountain is only a few dozen breaths, and there is a boundless ground in front of him, and the demon bird immediately adjusts its direction and flies towards a nearby river.

In the distance, many monks of the Golden Wing tribe saw this scene and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, worshiping their totem ancestral beasts.

Wow!

There was a loud noise, and the demon bird directly burrowed into the river, splashing into the sky, as if it had rained heavily, drenching the people of the Golden Wing clan who were bowing and bowing nearby.

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Zhang Yuanhao wandered in the Yimu Palace for most of the day, but there was still no substantial gain.

Promoted to the foundation building realm, he can only break some weak prohibitions, really good treasures, they are all wrapped in countless powerful prohibitions, not to mention that he is only a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, even if he is in the early stage of foundation building, he may not be able to break it.

"Do I really want to keep cultivating here until I become a Dan King or a late Yuan Infant?"

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes were blank, lying on the ground of the bronze hall, feeling the cold and loneliness that had been left for tens of thousands of years, and he couldn't help but shiver.

According to the current situation, he is more likely to become the Dan King, if he can cultivate to the Dan Realm, and then refine all the spiritual consciousness of Dan Yuanzi, then he can directly become the Dan Master, and he is only one step away from the Dan King.

But Zhang Yuanhao, who inherited the memory of Dan Yuanzi, is very aware of the difficulty of this step, and takes a step back and says, there are at least no less than 100 pill masters in the Qingxuan Continent like Dan Yuanzi, and there are a few among the 100 countries in the Northern Regions alone, but the Dan King, there are only a handful of them in the entire continent.

Shaking his head and leaving the many distracting thoughts in his heart behind, Zhang Yuanhao took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Since there is no way, then cultivate, and it will only be a waste of time to waste time like this.

A fiery red spiritual power shield appeared around him, Zhang Yuanhao saw the sea, and hundreds of thoughts were born and died like bubbles, all of which were the perception of the "Burning Mountain Jue".

He wanted to cultivate the "Burning Mountain Jue" to the fourth layer, which was the limit of what he could cultivate in the early stage of the foundation building realm, and the fifth layer needed the cultivation of the middle stage of foundation building, which required the accumulation of time.

The third layer of the "Burning Mountain Jue" brought him a pseudo-mystical method "Burning Mountain Town Prison Method", which turned the essence of his whole body into a lava Burning Mountain, suppressed all offensives externally, and suppressed all delusions internally, which gave him a lot of help in the process of building his foundation.

And the fourth layer also comes with some things, which is the technique of running the "Burning Mountain Jue", which can turn the spiritual power of the foundation building in the body into molten spiritual power, and it will be sticky when it encounters the enemy, and it will never give up if it does not burn the embers, and its own spiritual power mask will also be strengthened once, and the resistance to high-temperature flames will be greatly strengthened, although it cannot reach the point of resisting 100,000 degrees of lava, but it can be completely resisted for some ordinary flames.

Time passed quickly in the quiet practice, and as soon as Zhang Yuanhao's eyes were closed, two days passed.

As soon as the monk arrives to build the foundation, he can obtain the ability of Bigu, but he can maintain his life by absorbing the aura of heaven and earth from the outside world alone, and he does not even need to take Bigu Dan, and he doesn't know how much more convenient it is to cultivate. If it weren't for this, those monks who had built the Foundation Formation Pill Realm would still have to take a pill of Bigu Pill every once in a while while they were in retreat and cultivating, not to mention the trouble, wouldn't it be embarrassing if their perception or promotion was interrupted by hunger.

On this day, Zhang Yuanhao was still immersed in the perception of "Burning Mountain Jue", and the Yimu Palace was also as dead as usual, only the fiery red spiritual power halo where Zhang Yuanhao was sitting kept circulating, illuminating the range of dozens of zhang.

Suddenly, Otogi Xinggong trembled slightly, and a white spirit appeared in the bronze hall in the palace, and its face could be vaguely seen, it was a handsome man's face, but the expression was indifferent, as if he did not eat fireworks.

Zhang Yuanhao noticed the abnormality, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a white spirit floating in the air, and before he could be shocked, he heard a loud noise, and his body involuntarily fell forward.

Rumble!

The entire palace roared, as if it had been hit by a train moving at high speed, and the mountain bags formed by countless treasures piled up collapsed directly, triggering a large area of prohibition to appear.

Zhang Yuanhao hurriedly stabilized his figure, flew into the air, glanced at the expressionless spirit with some vigilance, and immediately stayed away.