The cold wind is cold, like frost piercing the face.

Zhang Yuanhao slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air in the face of the cold wind, relieved his muscles and bones, played with the dagger in his hand, and then stood up and continued to climb.

At this moment, an emerald green talisman was pasted on his shoulder, shimmering with a glittering luster, and it seemed that there was a rich green flowing in it, and from time to time a trace flowed out, moisturizing the wound on his shoulder.

High-level talisman - rejuvenation talisman.

This is the storage ring he searched all over Fang He, and he can only scavenge two or three rare goods, even if it is not much better than some pseudo-Xuan talismans.

This is a life-saving artifact!

When an ordinary Qi Realm cultivator is seriously injured, sticking it to his body like this is half a life, and the effect is even comparable to the elixir.

As a result, the injury on his shoulder had little effect on him. Moreover, with the help of the rejuvenation talisman, his physical strength can even recover a little in the continuous consumption, so that his body is no longer so tired, which is a great help.

He was completely relying on physical strength and strength to climb, rather than any spell, which was basically impossible for a magic cultivator, but he persevered with perseverance.

The hand holding the dagger was already trembling a little under the long-term force and the erosion of the cold wind, and his arms were even more sore, but Zhang Yuanhao did not frown, and still climbed up slowly.

Suddenly, a warm current appeared in his chest, and the golden scorpion tattoo swam slightly. But Zhang Yuanhao was already covered in sweat, and he could feel the abnormal movement on his chest.

A trace of golden spiritual power radiated from his chest and flowed to his limbs, Zhang Yuanhao felt as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and his fatigue was greatly reduced.

"It's the Golden Scorpion bloodline!"

Zhang Yuanhao was surprised, his spiritual sense instantly dispersed, and he carefully observed the changes in his chest.

Through the layers of clothing, I saw that the hideous golden scorpion on the chest was twisting its body with its teeth and claws, and with the twisting of its body, a trace of golden spiritual power also radiated out, flowing into Zhang Yuanhao's limbs and hundreds of remains, greatly relieving his fatigue.

Zhang Yuanhao became excited. I didn't expect this golden scorpion bloodline to have such a miraculous effect in addition to saving my life, and it seems that my choice at that time was not wrong.

Zhang Yuanhao tried a few more times and found that when his physical exertion reached a critical point, the golden scorpion would appear on its own to relieve its fatigue, and when his physical strength slowly recovered and re-consumed his physical strength, the golden spiritual power did not appear.

According to his discovery, Zhang Yuanhao controlled his physical strength within a range of fatigue, allowing the golden scorpion to flow out an inexhaustible stream of golden spiritual power. In this way, he climbed a few grades faster, and in less than half an hour, he had already climbed seven or eight miles, more than eighty percent faster than before.

......

Seeing that the winding mountain path became closer and closer in his eyes, Zhang Yuanhao's climbing speed increased a few points.

Feeling the warm current flowing in his arms, Zhang Yuanhao used his wrist to insert the dagger into the mountain rock like tofu, and then kicked on his toes, and the whole person jumped in the air, rolled to the hidden mountain path on the mountain wall, and lay on the dusty mountain steps, panting heavily.

For two whole hours, Zhang Yuanhao climbed almost non-stop, and then climbed to this mountain path.

The next step is much easier, just follow the trail up the mountain, and you don't have to work so hard anymore.

After lying on the mountain steps for a while, Zhang Yuanhao stood up, lightened his steps, and walked quietly towards the mountain. The spiritual consciousness was released by him from the sea of knowledge, enveloping the area of twelve zhang around his body, carefully investigating the slightest abnormality.

Although it stands to reason that all the monks of the Golden Wing Tribe should have gone to participate in the full moon sacrifice, who knows if there will be any defensive force left here. If there is a monk of the Divine Power Realm who remains, then Zhang Yuanhao will suffer.

Rustle –

Although Zhang Yuanhao had tried his best to keep his steps as low and light as possible, he still inevitably made a rustling sound of stamping on condensed frost residue, which was transmitted in a silent night.

Although there is the illumination of the full moon, the mountain is already sloping, and there are many stubborn rocks and trees, blocking most of the moonlight, and the mountain path looks dark, like an endless tunnel that cannot be seen at a glance.

Although the mountain path looked dark, under the exploration of spiritual sense, there was nothing within a radius of twelve zhang, and it was completely exposed to Zhang Yuanhao's eyes.

The stone steps on the mountain path were covered with dust, and some places were even overgrown with weeds, and it looked like no one had walked for many years, but Zhang Yuanhao did not relax his vigilance because of this, and his spiritual sense was still shrouded in his body.

Suddenly—

Zhang Yuanhao stopped, held his breath, and didn't dare to make a sound, as if he was frozen in place for a long time.

In the quiet night, you can hear the sound of the whistling mountain wind blowing the leaves. I don't know how long later, at a certain moment, a large leaf that was originally dense was blown away by the wind, revealing a moonlight dappled with moonlight, shining on a dim corner of the mountain path, and a black figure was vaguely seen standing there, like a sculpture, motionless.

It can also be said that it is a sculpture.

The clay body is clad in metal armor and holds a two-foot long knife in its hand, and the whole sculpture is covered with moss, as if it has stood here for countless years.

But Zhang Yuanhao didn't think so, through the thick moss, he could clearly see the array inscribed on the surface of the sculpture and the internal circle in motion, which was obviously a puppet rather than a sculpture on the surface.

A puppet like this usually only triggers when a creature with soul breath is close to a certain range, otherwise it is usually the same as a sculpture.

Zhang Yuanhao looked around, trying to find a suitable spot, ready to climb over from outside the mountain path and bypass this puppet. He didn't want to make a fuss, otherwise it would be bad for him to make a big fuss.

His current position is a full twelve zhang away from the puppet, and since he doesn't know what the puppet's specific sensing range is, Zhang Yuanhao is ready to use this twelve zhang as a boundary to bypass it from afar.

The two magic daggers were still shining brightly when they were taken out of the storage ring. Zhang Yuanhao jumped out of the mountain trail on the spot, and then danced with both arms, thrust the dagger into the mountain rock, twisted the dagger, and slowly stopped his downward trend.

Whew!

Zhang Yuanhao quickly climbed upwards, and soon jumped over the puppet and jumped back up the mountain trail.

Buzz –

Leaving the range of twelve zhang, Zhang Yuanhao didn't notice that behind him, the puppet body trembled slightly, and countless moss and mud fell from its body.