Before the words fell, Zhang Yuanhao only felt that his body suddenly stiffened, and he couldn't move for a moment, his eyes widened, and he watched the more than 800 ghosts around him pounce on him like loose horses, turning into a free-headed green-faced fanged ghost head, biting his body fiercely.

The indescribable pain and terror struck, and after only a few breaths, he felt that his flesh and skin were being eaten by a ghost, and his flesh and bone were also falling apart under the bite of the ghosts.

Rumble!

Zhang Yuanhao's body suddenly exploded into a ball of viscous blood, and the broken bones splashed everywhere, but he was eaten up by the ghosts that came up with dense pounces, and his unformed spirit fled in panic with a little of his spirit, but he was cornered, and was soon captured by a huge ghost, Zhang Yuanhao recognized it, it was a Yi Yan Sword Sect monk who he killed when he was still practicing the Qi Realm, called Lu Jiansheng, who was also one in a million atmospheric transporters, and was finally beheaded by himself.

Ho ho –

The ghost head that Lu Jiansheng had turned into suddenly opened his big mouth, and with a click, he bit off Zhang Yuanhao's remnants of the micro-end true spirit and the unformed weak spirit, and greedily devoured it in his mouth, Zhang Yuanhao only felt a tearing feeling from his soul coming, and he couldn't see anything.

Swish!

The next moment, Zhang Yuanhao suddenly opened his eyes, but he felt that he was confused, and the things he saw in front of him were all magnified several times, flowers, birds, fish, insects, birds and beasts, and there were three or two monks with swords floating in the distance, talking very happily. The sky is full of clouds and clouds, mountains looming, from time to time there are different colors of sword light passing by, sound and thunder, momentum like a rainbow, amazing.

"The sword is hidden in the box, and there is also a sword in the heart, and when it comes out, it will capture people's eyes and ears, and see the blood back!"

The thunderous sound roared in Zhang Yuanhao's ears, and in the next moment, he felt that heaven and earth were replaced, and in an instant, he was on a huge martial arts platform, and on the opposite side was a young monk with a fierce face, staring at him viciously.

"Lu Jiansheng, this sword, either you die, or I die!"

After that, the three-foot long sword in the man's hand was raised, as if a cold wind was floating around his body, and the whole person moved three zhang high, the long sword slashed, splitting the light and sword shadow, and pulled up more than ten inches long cyan sword rays, and in an instant, it was close to Zhang Yuanhao's neck.

However, without waiting for Zhang Yuanhao to react, he felt that this body was automatically raised, and he pulled out the sword blade behind his back with his backhand, and an awe-inspiring sword momentum spread, fierce and abnormal, and the sword blade instantly broke through the layers of cyan swords, as if a foot of wrinkled water, and the next moment, he directly cut the person in front of him in half from head to toe, and the blood of his organs was poured on the ground.

The scene was dark, Zhang Yuanhao opened his eyes again, but saw the mountains and rocks in front of him, stratus clouds, and there seemed to be sparse figures scattered in the distance. Suddenly, a figure with a knife suddenly swept in front of him, like a lightning flying star, with awe-inspiring killing intent and undisguised.

The figures hidden between the clouds and Lan all around seemed to move in unison, flying away, stretching out one spiritual power shield after another, and heading towards the figure.

"That's ......"

Zhang Yuanhao stared into the distance, but saw the figure with the knife flying in, so a big knife suddenly came, and the ground was full of his sight, only for a moment, he felt that the sky was spinning, and the last perspective was fixed on an extremely familiar face.

"Whew...... Whew......!"

As if in a dream, Zhang Yuanhao suddenly woke up from the fog, looked around for a while, and found that he was in a simple wooden shed, and he could vaguely see the scene outside through the gap in the wooden planks.

Getting up and walking out of the wooden shed, Zhang Yuanhao felt his body involuntarily walking somewhere, and along the way, he saw many monks dressed in traditional costumes of the Far North or simply wearing animal skins, and they knelt down and saluted, chanting something in the ancient lingua franca.

"O Zhen Muham, my patriarch, you are here......"

Walking into a unique wooden house, Zhang Yuanhao felt himself kneeling, and a trembling figure walked out of the darkness and walked in front of him.

"This trip, nine deaths, patriarch, do you really want to agree to the conditions of the fourth prince of the Prison Eagle Tribe?"

The old hoarse voice came from the top of his head, like sandpaper rubbing, hoarse and numbing.

"We are the descendants of the Emperor Scorpion, carrying the Emperor Scorpion totem, it is rumored that the master of the Emperor Scorpion is a god who lives with heaven and earth, the sun and the moon shine together, and my Emperor Scorpion tribe is also a powerful tribe that dominates the side in ancient times, but the master of the Emperor Scorpion fell in the god war, and those vassal demon clans who are reluctant to survive will label us as the relics of the ancients, and they want to kill them all, and their purpose is not for the blood power in our bodies?"

A heavy voice sounded, and Zhang Yuanhao knew in his heart that it was the body he possessed that was speaking.

"The Prisoner Vultures have sworn with the three-eyed Prison Eagle Totem he enshrines that as long as I promise to engage in a hunting battle with him, he will not reveal the location of our tribe to the upper echelons of the Prison Eagle Tribe, nor will he embarrass the tribesmen in the tribe......"

"But the patriarch, you are exchanging your life for a moment of stability, the blood power in your body is the strongest one in our clan, if he succeeds, although we will not face the danger, but this is a disguised imprison of us, turned into his slave, if his descendants to the totem spiritualization, I am afraid that they will also choose the totem in the body of our clan as its devouring material, my emperor scorpion tribe, will be immortal and never turn over!"

"High Priest, my uncle, do you remember the ancestral ban......"

The thick voice continued, but the voice gradually became ethereal, making it a little inaudible.

"Patriarch...... You mean, from the Eye of the Void ......"

Zhang Yuanhao listened carefully to every word, but soon, the voice became intermittent, suddenly, the voice was interrupted, his eyes were dark again, and when there was a light, he saw that a sword with a blue flame was reflected in front of his eyes, and it was a familiar face of himself, and the next moment he was unconscious.

"Every time the poison of devouring the heart is a soul erosion, which is equivalent to a reincarnation, and the devouring of the heart of a hundred ghosts is to endure a full hundred reincarnations, and the end of each reincarnation is ...... by oneself"

"I remember that Ruan Ling seemed to admit frankly that he had only endured six hundred and eighty people's hundred ghosts, and he almost went crazy and fell into reincarnation forever, this time...... It's a full 800 people......"