It was a low, grey hill with a few yellow plants growing here and there, and there was no trace of life.

But what Zhang Yuanhao's eyes were looking at was a withered yellow weed on the top of this mountain, and with the method of Tibetan spiritual thoughts given by Liu Changya, he was far beyond the spiritual sense of his fellow monks, and he was very obviously aware of the abnormality of this weed.

This is an ordinary long spike-like grass, like all the plants in the world here, it is a withered yellow color, but Zhang Yuanhao can sense that this weed obviously contains a trace of extremely subtle vitality.

It was the only life he felt in this world.

Swish!

Zhang Yuanhao landed on the ground, his eyes rippling with golden light, taking all the subtleties of this weed into his eyes and deducing it carefully.

"Hmm...... The root of the tassel, this is it!"

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanhao stretched out his hand a little, and a dancing pale blue flame flashed on his fingertips, spontaneously combusting without wind, and instantly enveloped this weed, and the majestic vitality comparable to that of a giant elephant poured into this weed through that touch of vitality.

Bite!

It is as if a drop of water has fallen into the unruly and mirror-smooth surface of the lake, setting off ripples.

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes suddenly darkened, and a pulling force came from his fingertips, instantly pulling him into a dead darkness, and the next moment, the darkness dissipated, and a bright color appeared in front of him.

The scenery had long since changed, and the originally oppressive gray and dry yellow tones had been replaced, and a faint orange fire dispelled the darkness and illuminated a radius of several meters.

Zhang Yuanhao lowered his head, and found that there was an extra fire candle in his hand at some point, which was slowly burning, and when he tried to run the magic technique, use his spiritual power, and mobilize the spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't summon half of the spiritual power, let alone urge the fire in the dantian, and the spiritual consciousness in the sea of consciousness was as if it had been suppressed, and even if he was tired and sweaty, he could only mobilize a wisp of spiritual consciousness to swim in the sea of consciousness.

"What's going on......"

Zhang Yuanhao's palms were sweating, trying to stimulate the blood of the golden scorpion.

"It's fine!"

Sensing the continuous surge of strength among the hundreds of limbs, Zhang Yuanhao breathed a sigh of relief, in the state of stimulating the blood of the golden scorpion, he also had brute strength comparable to the cultivation of the divine power realm.

Taking a few deep breaths, Zhang Yuanhao took a few steps forward, raised the fire candle in his hand, and dispelled the palpitating darkness in front of him.

Knock knock!

A sound of footsteps spread, Zhang Yuanhao immediately stopped, and the footsteps also stopped.

After walking a distance of about 100 meters, there was a huge monument that was as black as a black iron, with four big characters engraved crookedly.

By the light of the fire, he recognized that it was an ancient script that belonged to 10,000 years ago, and that it was circulated in some barren place in the northern region, and it was called Jin Manwen, which he still knew from Dan Yuanzi's memory.

"Hundred poisons...... ...... Maze?"

Zhang Yuanhao squinted, took a long breath, and thought in his heart.

Obviously, this is a labyrinth, although I don't know how I entered this place, but Zhang Yuanhao, who has read many biographies of ancient monks, knows in his heart that this is likely to be the inheritance place of the forces created by Ruan Ling, a relict of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and this labyrinth must be one of the tests.

"I didn't expect this Ruan Ling senior to have such mana, and after sitting for thousands of years, he could even seal my cultivation and suppress my sea of knowledge!"

Zhang Yuanhao held the fire candle in his hand high, crossed the pitch-black black iron monument, and continued to grope forward.

By the light of the fire, Zhang Yuanhao found three or four almost weathered corpses along the way, and based on their bones, they were all monks of the Foundation Building Realm, and they all died here.

Woo woo –

Suddenly, a sudden strange wind blew, with a terrible sound, which made Zhang Yuanhao's heart suddenly tighten, although he couldn't mobilize the spiritual power in the dantian, but the golden scorpion bloodline dormant in his body could still be awakened.

Rumble!

The fist squeezed with the air, making a sonic boom, but Zhang Yuanhao felt a strange wind invade his body and burrowed into his seven orifices.

"Damn, what's weird?"

Without waiting for him to look at his body, the next moment, Zhang Yuanhao only felt that the spiritual power in the meridian dantian suddenly loosened a little, and before he could react, the seven orifices of his mouth and nose suddenly became hot, and a cloud of black gas gushed out of it, squirming and turning into a black shadow, standing firmly opposite him.

"Die!"

Zhang Yuanhao ignored the others, stretched out his hand and punched, the strength exploded, the air exploded, and the violent fluctuations spread, but the black shadow turned a deaf ear, still standing in place, the air explosion rolled, the black shadow drifted like smoke and dust, and the next moment, it appeared more than ten meters away.

As a last resort, Zhang Yuanhao raised the candle that burned about one-fifth of the fire in his hand and shone towards the black shadow, and when the light illuminated the face of the black shadow, Rao is Zhang Yuanhao was calm, but his heart trembled, and his hair stood on end.

It was an ordinary male face, with an iron blue complexion, dull eyes, the eyeballs were strangely deflected to both sides, and there was a thin blood line extending from the top of the head and eyebrows to the lower body.

Zhang Yuanhao was so shocked that he took a few steps back, forcibly calming his frightened mood.

It was a face he not only recognized, but also profound.

Ouyang Shuo, this little monk in the middle stage of Qi training, was beheaded by Zhang Yuanhao with a trick, and at that time, this person was cut in half from head to toe in front of his eyes, and there was no corpse.

"Demon in the Heart...... No way, this person was not killed by me, it is impossible for him to turn into my demon......"

Zhang Yuanhao's palms were full of cold sweat, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he watched "Ouyang Shuo" split into two halves from the middle, dripping on the ground like a pool of water, turning into a stump of limbs, and the two eyeballs were still gurgling, looking towards Zhang Yuanhao.

"Damn, it's just a dead person who practices the Qi Realm, even if you appear again, you will still be blown up with one punch!"

Zhang Yuanhao suppressed the fear of the unknown in his heart, narrowed the corners of his eyes, and a little bit of gold overflowed, and he threw a punch, which slammed into the pile of minced meat, hammering the smooth ground into a small pit.

"Missing ......"

Zhang Yuanhao got up and retreated, coldly watching the pile of minced meat organs on the ground dissipate like a bubble, but his heart did not relax at all, and he raised the fire candle with his other hand and quickly looked around.

Deathly silence.

If it weren't for the small pit on the ground that was blasted out by his own punch, Zhang Yuanhao would even feel that everything just now was like his hallucination.

窸窸窣窣窣......

Just when Zhang Yuanhao's heart was slightly loosened, his ears moved suddenly, and a subtle sound came, and he reflexively punched behind him.