A day later, under the Tiantian Mountain.

Zhang Yuanhao looked into the distance. The foot of the mountain is extremely majestic, spanning almost thousands of miles, and a prosperous city has been established under the towering mountain wall facing it. The city was built on a hill and was surrounded on three sides, and the walls were so high that the monks had to look up to see the battlements.

A few miles away, you can see a very tall statue standing in the city, more than twice as tall as the city walls. It can be seen that it is an old monk in a wide robe, with majestic eyebrows, not angry and self-assured, with a pair of golden wide wings growing on his back, and on his shoulder stands a great eagle eagle fluttering in the air, with claws on its wings and eyes under its armpits, and its shape is strange and vicious.

Whenever Zhang Yuanhao looked at the statue and observed it attentively, a simple totem rune would appear in his sea of consciousness, which was very similar to the golden wing tattoo on the neck of the monk of the Golden Wing Tribe.

When the monks of the Golden Wing tribe contemplate this statue, they can comprehend the power of its totem belief, and obtain the blessing of great power from it, adding to their combat power. Zhang Yuanhao tried to integrate the visualized totem runes into his body, but found that once the visualized runes were separated from the sea of consciousness, they would burst like foam, presumably some secret method was needed to obtain the power of the totem.

Tweeted!

The whole city covers an area of at least more than 1,000 miles, countless monsters and birds fly in the sky above the city, monks come and go, and they have their own demon beasts as pets, adding a bit of wild atmosphere to the city.

The Heavenly Mountain is like a wall that cannot be seen, and the great city of the Golden Wing tribe is built against the mountain, more like being sheltered under a pair of plump wings.

Unlike the black city, the heavy gate of the Golden Wing City is completely lowered, and there are crowded people coming in and out at all times, so it is not lively. But as soon as a monk with a golden wing tattooed on his neck appeared, everyone immediately gave way respectfully, and the flow of people split into two streams for his passage.

This is the majesty of the Golden Wing Tribe, and in this area, they are worthy of the emperor.

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Zhang Yuanhao did not approach the Golden Wing City, but carefully lurked in the mountains and forests about ten miles away from the city gate, carefully waiting for the full moon night to arrive four days later.

For two days, Zhang Yuanhao was recuperating the injury on his shoulder, and at the same time, with the assistance of the Heavenly Eye Technique, he thoroughly observed the entire Golden Wing City inside and out.

The Golden Wing City is surrounded by mountains on one side, so there are only three city gates in the south, east and west. The distance between each gate is more than ten miles, and there are countless demon birds soaring in the air and patrolling, and they are heavily guarded.

To the north, on the side of the mountain, the Golden-Winged tribe built a mountain path that winds from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and the entrance is in a sacrificial hall in the city, where there are many Golden-winged monks in sacrificial robes, and it is very well defended.

Zhang Yuanhao secretly planned a road. He planned to start the climb from outside the city on a full moon night, then jump to a suitable spot on the mountainside to the trail excavated by the Golden Wing Tribe, and finally follow the trail up the mountain.

All of this was well planned, and the only thing that was difficult was the initial climb.

According to Zhang Yuanhao's rough estimate, if he started to climb from the foot of the mountain ten miles away from the Golden Wing City, he would have to climb at least twenty or thirty miles on the mountain before he could reach the vicinity of the mountain trail.

It's not walking, it's climbing.

Zhang Yuanhao is not a physical cultivator, he is not good at physical strength, he was flying with a sword when he was in Cangfeng Kingdom, and basically he didn't climb the mountain properly, not to mention that he still had an injury on his shoulder at the moment.

At the last moment, Zhang Yuanhao was still thinking about how to climb the mountain wall safely, and the next moment, an inconspicuous mark in his sea of consciousness suddenly shattered, turning into countless points of light and dissipating in his sea of consciousness.

It was the mark he had placed on the soul of the camel beast, and as soon as the camel beast died, he could sense it instantly.

It seems that the eagle-eyed man and his party have found the camel beast along the breath all the way, but they found that they had been tricked, so they killed the camel beast in anger to vent their anger.

However, it took them two full days to catch up with the camel beast, so at this moment they were at least more than a thousand miles away from the Golden Wing City, and Zhang Yuanhao was not worried about them coming to the door at all.

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Another two days passed.

Last night, the moon in the sky was already half revealed, almost full. The power of the Yuan Magnetism in the whole world is also getting stronger and stronger, the storage bag is no longer usable, and only the storage ring can be used, Zhang Yuanhao has to put all the items in the storage bag into the storage ring, fortunately, the space inside is large enough.

Towards the end of the evening, the Golden Wing City began to be very lively.

Under the exploration of the Heavenly Eye Technique, Zhang Yuanhao saw many monks vacant the center of the city and arranged it into a simple large altar. They brought in a large number of square ding ovens, and the dense incense candles were lit by them, and the turbid green smoke filled the entire city. Some monks pushed several large monsters that were tightly bound onto the altar and tied them firmly with iron chains, apparently waiting for the full moon to come down and use them for sacrifice.

More and more monks entered the city, and the crowd gathered outside the large altar in the center of the city to observe the service.

The Golden Wing Tribe did not restrict it, but welcomed it. In fact, they also wanted to show their strength through this kind of sacrificial activity and deter nearby tribes.

As the sky grew darker, the fires in the city grew brighter. Rows of torches were lit on the city walls, illuminating half of the night sky crimson.

The full moon was revealed for the first time through the dull clouds. As soon as Fang appeared, a strong Yuan Magnetic Force surged like a tidal wave.

This power cannot be seen or touched, but it can be truly felt.

Suppression, the Yuan Magnetic Tide has a faint suppressive force on all living beings.

It's like a person who could have jumped three feet high, but when the meta-magnetic tide was generated, he couldn't even do it. His actions, his strength, and even his thinking will be weakened to a certain extent.

This is all the influence of the meta-magnetic tides.

Looking at the Golden Wing City again, the three extremely powerful and amazing momentum are like three flames in the night sky, burning, and their breath of life is like the bright moon in the fireflies in the sky among the monks, shining brightly and extraordinarily vigorously.

Indestructible!

Three old men of the Immortal Realm appeared in the center of the vast altar in the city, posing in strange postures and movements, and muttering words in their mouths, as if they were praying.

The full moon sprinkled clear light, shrouded in the wide altar of a hundred feet square, through the burning incense candles, through the curling green smoke, reflected on the ground, it looked faintly like a demon bird that almost wanted to take off.

A monk of the Immortal Realm opened his mouth and recited a series of obscure and mysterious prayers, and his voice echoed between heaven and earth, resounding loudly and shockingly.