A row of twenty servant soldiers walked cautiously in the dense forest, like the most ferocious and treacherous hyenas, carefully examining the slightest clues around them.
The continuous downpour brought great trouble to their pursuit, but they were confident that they could find Ji Hao.
Di Luo has already offered a rich reward, any team of warriors can capture Ji Hao alive, they can get rid of the lowly slavery and become the official warriors of the Blood Fang Regiment.
In order to get out of slavery and let themselves have a bright future, the soldiers of the Blood Fang Regiment tensed their nerves, and swore one by one that they would capture Ji Hao alive, and they would never let this little guy with a seriously injured little girl leave smoothly.
Just above the heads of this row of servants, his clothes were full of branches and leaves, and his whole body was integrated with the shade of the trees, Ji Hao calmly looked at this group of desperate guys.
The nine-character mantra Danjing perfectly restrained the breath of the whole body, and Ji Hao even temporarily stopped his heartbeat.
Concentrating and engrossed, when the twenty servant soldiers walked cautiously, Ji Hao sealed his hands and shouted a mantra in a low voice.
That drop of phoenix essence blood had been completely digested, and the Zifu Yuan Pill, which had been condensed several times before, spun rapidly, and almost all of its mana was consumed in an instant.
Within a radius of 100 zhang, all the rain strands solidified at the same time, instantly condensing into frost as white as silver.
Long ropes made of frost twisted flexibly, like snake shadows in a nightmare, and they were overwhelmingly wound around these servants and warriors.
The dark-skinned servants roared in anger and horror, swinging their weapons and slashing wildly at these deadly ropes that struck from all directions.
But there were too many ropes, too dense, and they broke one, and countless more continued to wrap up.
The necks, wrists, ankles, and waists, the bodies of the servants were bound tightly by the cold ice ropes, and they struggled hard, but they could not break free for a while.
The biting cold continued to invade their bodies, and their bodies gradually became paralyzed and stiff.
They roared wildly, hoping that their companions would hear the shouts.
But the air in a radius was controlled by Ji Hao, and all the fluctuations of the yuan force were under his control, and the roars of the servants could not be transmitted at all.
Jumping down from the tree with a sharp sword in hand, Ji Hao squinted, and the incredible strange arc of the sky-opening blow made by the phantom controlling his body faintly flashed in front of him.
One by one, the sword light struck out lightly along the arc, and the sharp sword light lightly crossed the dense frost rope, accurately tearing open the throats of the servants.
There was no blood at all, and the blood in the bodies of these servants had been frozen into ice.
Ji Hao quickly rummaged through these servants, found a skin bag from the leader of the servants, and poured out a handful of pills.
Carefully put the pills to his nose and sniffed, Ji Hao frowned, threw all the pills on the ground, and stepped into the deep mud.
The pill melted in the muddy water, turning into a black-green slurry, quickly corroding the surrounding soil, and soon corroded a hole the size of a human head in the ground.
"Jiang Yuan, there is a hand, it seems that the wound medicine on these servants is all poison."
Ji Hao's hands were sealed, and with a slight wave, the frozen rain around him melted at the same time, turning into clear raindrops and falling to the ground.
The rich heaven and earth vitality in the heavy rain roared and was swallowed into Ji Hao's body, and after flowing along the meridians for a while, a trace of purple qi slowly poured into the purple mansion and was absorbed by the rapidly rotating Yuan Dan.
In just ten breaths, Ji Hao's exhausted Danyuan mana has all recovered, and there has been a little progress.
The Zifu Yuan Dan, which was originally as hazy as a fog shadow, has been frantically consumed and replenished in the past few days, and the Yuan Dan that has been tempered has condensed into a substance that is almost the size of a soybean, and as long as there is an opportunity, he can turn the virtual into reality and step into a higher realm that Ji Hao did not step into in his previous life.
Once the Purple Mansion Yuan Dan turned the void into reality, Ji Hao's mana cultivation increased a hundredfold out of thin air, and various other magical powers would also change even more miraculously.
"Just a little bit."
Ji Hao gritted his teeth, his ears moved slightly, and in the storm, the sound of subtle footsteps hundreds of zhang away was still so clear to his ears: "But the benefits are big enough, at least my five senses have increased tenfold."
With a slight wave of his hand, the haggard barbarian cautiously jumped down from the tree, Ji Hao put her on his back, looked at the trunk carefully, bypassed the direction from which the footsteps came from hundreds of feet away, and walked firmly to the north.
The way to life is in the south, but the road to the south has been completely blocked by the mountains and forests within a radius of hundreds of miles.
Unless Ji Hao wanted to run headlong into those terrible Jia warriors that he couldn't handle yet, he could only go north.
Whether it's the Fire Raven Department or the Barbarian Father's territory, it's all in the south.
One more step to the north would be one more risk, but Ji Hao had no choice.
He could only go north first, and after trying his best to get out of the search of the Bloodtooth Regiment, he would find a way to make a detour to the south.
He and the barbarian are not strong enough, and they really can't compete with the powerful Bloodtooth Regiment.
As soon as Ji Hao left here, the rain curtain was suddenly shattered, and beside the twenty soldiers of the Blood Fang Regiment who had just been killed, a huge figure four meters tall quietly appeared.
The bronze-skinned, glittering-eyed warrior of the Ga tribe stood beside the corpse of the servant with two heavy serrated machetes, glanced at it, and then stomped his feet angrily.
With a stomp, the ground shook silently, and dozens of big trees quietly turned into sawdust and fell to the ground in the torrential rain.
The warrior twitched his nose and grinned with bared teeth: "Little one, I smell your blood.
It's not this kid, it's that little girl."
Quack laughed a few times, the figure of the Jia warrior was like a ghost, and the huge body did not make a sound, and chased straight in the direction of Ji Hao.
His nose twitched violently, trying to catch the insignificant smell of the rainstorm.
Every warrior of the Jia tribe has strengthened a certain part of his physical ability to the extreme.
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The special talent of this warrior of the Ga tribe is undoubtedly on his nose.
His nose can capture a hundred or a thousand times more information than other clansmen, and he is the leading chaser of the Blood Fang Regiment.
"Credit, hum, hum.
Although this kid Di Luo is doing nonsense, he is much more generous than the emperor of the temple.
The terrible Emperor is gone, and with the character of Lord Diluo, we will have more benefits.
The warrior of the Jia tribe chuckled in a low voice as he walked briskly, "That's fine, that's fine." ” Ji Hao didn't dare to use any magical secret techniques, but relied on the light body technique to run wildly in the mountains and forests.
He had to choose a place to settle carefully, soft soil, thick moss, peeling bark, too many things could leave traces for people to pursue, and he had to be extremely cautious in order to save his life and that of the brute.
Avoiding the twelve searching servant teams along the way, Ji Hao quietly came to a mountain cliff.
Ahead was a hundred-zhang high mountain cliff, and Ji Hao frowned and looked for a convenient place for him to climb.
Just three miles behind him, the Jia warrior twitched his nose frantically, and had already locked on Ji Hao's position.
With a strange laugh, the warrior of the Jia clan jumped up, suddenly crossed the three-mile space, and roared and punched down on the brute on Ji Hao's back.
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