Demon Night devoted himself to cultivation, and it was not until his cultivation entered the stage of completion that he accepted such an apprentice, and his expectations for this disciple were naturally extremely high.

It's a pity that Huo Feiyu is arrogant and arrogant, and it is difficult to tolerate others in his eyes. In the past few years, even those Demon Palace envoys under the Demon Night have no good impression of him, and some Demon Palace envoys are even more disgusted with him.

However, Huo Feiyu never looked for shortcomings in himself, but kept saying that those envoys were not in front of the Demon Flame.

Later, the palace master of the Black Demon Palace also heard some rumors about Huo Feiyu's arrogance and arrogance from the mouth of the demon envoy, and also reprimanded him in many ways, but the effect was not great.

However, Huo Feiyu's cultivation talent is rare in a hundred years, and he has reached the late stage of the void in just over ten years. This time I went to let him go out to watch the island competition, and by the way, he experienced it, but he ended up dead.

At this moment, Mo Ye smiled coldly: "Take the blame, if I kill you now, can I say the same?"

Although Huo Feiyu was arrogant and arrogant, he was also his only disciple no matter how he said it, even with the order of the Black Demon Ancestor, Mo Ye was still worried about this matter in his heart, and now when he heard Zhang Hao's words, his face couldn't help but be gloomy.

"Yes!" After staring at him for a moment, Zhang Hao nodded immediately.

However, Demon Night was slightly stunned, then stood up and sneered repeatedly: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

As these words came out of his mouth, a killing intent completely enveloped Zhang Hao, especially the eyes of the magic night, which seemed to reveal a murderous aura of substance.

Looking at that momentum, it is obvious that he can sit on the palace master of the Demon Palace, and there are many unjust souls under him.

"Change the subject!"

Zhang Hao seemed to be a little unable to resist that murderous aura, frowned, looked away, and sighed: "First of all, tell me why you got me here, I remember that I am on the extreme north glacier!"

Sen Ran's murderous aura slowly disappeared, Mo Yefu sat down again, his fingers lightly tapped on the table, and only after a while did he say: "Someone rescued you back, as for who that person is, you don't have to ask, and it's not something you can ask, just heal here!"

"Hehe, I naturally know the person who rescued me back!" However, Zhang Hao smiled slightly, looked at the magic night, and said slowly: "It's just that I can't figure it out, why didn't you kill me when you saw me!"

He was on the glacier, and after being severely injured by the thin old man, he fell into a coma, and at the moment of his coma, he also injected a wisp of soul power into the black magic order.

And the person who saved him didn't have to think about it to know who it was, but what puzzled him was what kind of identity the Dark Devil Ancestor was here, which could make the Demon Palace Palace Master temporarily let go of the revenge of the murderer, and also heal him.

"You stay here and slowly cultivate, as for why I didn't kill you, I'll understand later!"

Demon Night suddenly stood up and walked towards the door, and when he got there, his footsteps were slightly paused, he looked back at him, and said, "I advise you, don't walk around at will in the Black Devil Palace, otherwise something will happen, but no one will come to save you again!"

The words fell, and the magic night did not linger any longer, pushing the door out, and the footsteps stepped forward gently, and the figure disappeared like a ghost.

Zhang Hao withdrew his gaze from the door, and just wanted to urge the immortal spark in his body, but another person flashed outside the door.

When he saw this person, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Hehe, are you alright?"

Walking in from the door was Zhao Ji, the old man seemed to be in good spirits, and said with a smile: "Such a serious injury, you can recover in just one day, it seems that you must have some secrets!"

Zhang Hao shook his head with a smile, he had a somewhat good impression of this old man, and sighed: "I didn't expect us to meet here, this time we almost died on the glacier!"

Seeing that he avoided talking about it, Zhao Ji also smiled, and did not dwell on this issue, but took out a pill from the ring: "This is the recovery pill refined by an envoy of our Demon Palace, and it is good for the injury!"

Hearing that this pill is good for the injury, Zhang Hao didn't shirk it, took it and put it in his mouth, then seemed to think of something, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Lu Li, you didn't embarrass him anymore, right?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ji showed a strange look on his face, and that strangeness lasted for a moment before he smiled: "You should just meet Lu Li in Pingshui, why do you care so much about his life and death?"

"I just don't want to bother others!" Zhang Hao sighed, and then looked at the wound on his chest.

Without waiting for him to speak again, Zhao Ji understood, stood up with a smile, and said, "You can recuperate here with peace of mind, and the old man will come to see you in a few days, no one will come to disturb here, don't worry!"

After saying this, Zhao Ji didn't stay any longer, turned around and left in a hurry. After he left, Zhang Hao got up from the bed, carried the black sword, and then sank to the ground.

The Escape Method unfolded, and the rocks beneath his feet rippled like ripples of water, and in the blink of an eye, he sank into them.

The figure shuttled among the rocks, which was extremely spiritually draining, and after Zhang Hao sank more than ten meters, he stopped, took out the Hongmeng Fire Tower, and immediately entered it under a black mang.

At the entrance of the first floor, he was not in a hurry to the depths of the Tens of Millions of Hongmeng Fire Towers, but found a place to sit cross-legged, and a stream of majestic spiritual power poured into the origin of the Dantian Spark under his mental control.

As his spiritual power entered, a stream of silver fire like a substance released huge flames that began to run along his meridians.

"Poof!"

While sitting cross-legged, a silver flame suddenly appeared on Zhang Hao's body, and the terrifying temperature immediately distorted the nearby space.

Just as he was urging Xinghuo to start healing, Yun Luotian suddenly appeared nearby, his eyes looked through the raging silver flames, and saw the deep wound on Zhang Hao's chest, and his brows furrowed: "Why are you injured again?"

Hearing someone speak, Zhang Haocai slowly opened his eyes and said helplessly: "I can't fight, I can't run!"

Such a short answer made Yun Luotian obviously stunned slightly, and immediately laughed: "You kid is really hopeless, the old man has been crisscrossing the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains for so long, and he has never heard such an excuse, so let's teach you another way to escape today!"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao's eyes lit up slightly, and then he sighed and said: "Master, can you teach me some practical things, such as the kind that can slap a strong man in the Dacheng stage to death, no matter how much effort I have to escape, I'm not being chased and beaten?"

", there's no life, what can you do if you have a powerful **?"

However, Yun Luotian's laughter suddenly stopped, and he hummed with a calm face.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Hao had no choice but to roll his eyes and admit his mistake, but he didn't think so in his heart, as long as he had strong strength, did he still need to run for his life?

Seeing his expression, how could Yun Luotian not know what he was thinking, sighed slightly, and said: "The things on your body are too covetous, even if you can kill the powerhouse of the Dacheng Stage now, but in the future, there will be enemies that are a hundred times more powerful than the Dacheng Period, if there are no life-saving means at that time, who can save you?"

"A hundred times more powerful than the Dacheng Stage?, what realm?" Hearing this, Zhang Hao's face suddenly showed a look of shock, and then he took back the immortal spark on his body, and thought for a while: "Is it a person from the Nine Heavens and Eighteen Domains?"

Yun Luotian didn't answer this question, but slashed the void in front of him with his palm, and that crack appeared in front of Zhang Hao's eyes again.

I saw him put his hand into it, and after a while, he grabbed a white scroll and threw it to him: "This is a body method, you should barely be able to learn it now!"

"Thousands of miles away?"

Taking the white scroll, Zhang Hao looked down, and couldn't help but show a strange expression on his face.

On the scroll in his hand, there were four simple characters, and the font flowed like a living thing, and a strong soul energy could be faintly felt in it.

"This set of body methods was obtained by the old man by accident, hehe, I always thought I had lost it, and I only found it a few days ago!"

Yun Luotian smiled and clapped his hands, then turned around and planned to leave.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao hurriedly smiled, hurriedly stopped the old man, rubbed his face vigorously with his hands, and made the smile on his face more natural, before he said: "Master, what good things do you have in your hands, take them out together!"

"Fuck off!"

Seeing that he stopped him for this matter, Yun Luotian suddenly laughed and scolded: "Old man, there is another alchemy here, can you learn it?"

But Zhang Hao's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly waved his hand, and said, "You better keep it for yourself!"

When the words fell, he seemed to be afraid that Yun Luotian would really teach him alchemy, so he hurriedly walked towards the depths of the Hongmeng Fire Tower, and his figure flashed in a few flashes, and he appeared hundreds of meters away.

"This bastard boy!" Yun Luotian looked at his back, but smiled helplessly.

Zhang Hao hid on the altar on the first floor, and the huge teleportation array in the center emitted a soft white light, and bursts of spatial fluctuations came from it.

But he was hiding in the corner of the altar, urging the immortal spark in his body to heal his injuries.

This treatment lasted for three days before the wounds on the front chest and back were completely healed.

But he focused on the white scroll next to him, reached out and picked it up, and slowly unfolded it, but there was not a word inside.

Seeing this, Zhang Hao's brows furrowed, his eyes were on the four flowing big characters outside, and he pondered for a moment, and a soul power slowly probed towards it.

As his soul power approached, the four big characters suddenly lit up, and then, a huge suction force poured out from the font, sucking his soul energy into it.

When Zhang Hao came back to his senses, he found that his mind appeared in a void, and in the distance, an old man with gray hair was walking leisurely in the void.

At first, the old man's footsteps were very slow, but before Zhang Hao could see the footwork clearly, his figure suddenly disappeared, and then passed by him again.

However, at the moment when he hurriedly turned around to look, the old man's figure appeared tens of thousands of meters away.

"Hiss......"

Such a strange body technique suddenly made Zhang Hao's pupils constrict, if someone used this footwork to chase him now, unless he could detect it tens of thousands of meters away in advance, there would only be one end waiting for him.

However, before Zhang Hao could calm down, the old man stepped forward slightly, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

At this time, a gentle voice slowly sounded: "Thousands of miles of leisure, one step of thousands of miles, future generations have my footwork, be cautious!"

Hearing this, Zhang Hao's face suddenly showed ecstasy, and after a while, his mind withdrew from the scroll, stood up suddenly, and laughed with his hands on his hips: "Damn, with this kind of footwork, Lao Tzu wants to see which of you can catch up!"

In the upper space of the Hongmeng Fire Tower, Yun Luotian withdrew his gaze from the light curtain and shook his head helplessly. But the old man in purple couldn't cry or laugh: "Old guy, this apprentice you accepted is really a living treasure!"

Zhang Hao didn't know that his every move was being seen, he crossed his hands on his hips and laughed wildly for a while, then took a breath, and put his mind into the scroll again.

This time, he carefully watched the old man's steps, and this kind of study lasted for two whole days before he could barely memorize the old man's strange body style.

His eyes slowly opened, and he looked up at the void, quietly recalling the techniques he had learned.

After a while, Zhang Hao stood up, tightened the scabbard on his back, and then smiled quite confidently and stepped forward suddenly.

But then, he fell headlong forward, and the screams rang out......