Chapter 1112: Chapter 1112

Swallowing nearly three hundred Demon Cores from the ground in one gulp, its body quickly shrunk.

In less than a breath, its body became the size of an adult’s palm again.

Its body softened and fell directly to the ground.

Its two dog eyes closed, and it began to snore loudly.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohao’s figure flashed, quickly appearing next to the little creature.

The Shennong True Qi gathered into a golden thread, inspecting its insides.

A few minutes later, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his palm.

"This dead dog, what a huge fortune, it ate nearly five hundred Demon Cores and just fell asleep to use the power of dreams to consume this sudden huge power! When it wakes up again, it might undergo an earth-shattering change!" Zhang Xiaohao murmured to himself.

He grabbed the little creature, opened the door, and rushed out swiftly.

A dozen breaths later, Zhang Xiaohao was already in the basement.

He walked to the Spirit Pond and placed the little creature in it.

Seeing the terrifying nature’s spiritual energy around, it quickly filled the creature’s body.

The little creature accepted all, swallowing every bit of nature’s spiritual energy that came rushing in.

"This dead dog!" Zhang Xiaohao chuckled and cursed.

With a single-foot tap, he leaped and landed on the water, stopping in the center of the Spirit Pond.

Looking at the Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus growing in the middle, after some time, under the nurturing of the dense nature’s spiritual energy nearby, a young Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus had sprouted.

"Rise!" Zhang Xiaohao shouted lowly.

With both hands weaving a spell, he cast a series of Magic Formulas, and with a fierce grab, he pulled the mature Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus out of the Spirit Pond.

Following it, casting a series of Sealing Spells, he sealed the Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus.

After completing everything, Zhang Xiaohao solemnly took out a jade box, placing the Ice Skin Seven-Color Lotus inside.

"Whoa! Has nearly thirty thousand drops of Netherworld Holy Water been formed?" Zhang Xiaohao’s eyes lit up.

Unexpectedly, after not extracting for a while, so much Netherworld Holy Water had coagulated.

He took out a jade bottle from the Shennong Ring, filling it up with all the Netherworld Holy Water.

After finishing everything, Zhang Xiaohao sat in the pavilion of the Spirit Pond.

"Three days have passed, I wonder what news there is from Saintess Hua Yan!" Zhang Xiaohao muttered to himself.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Xiaohao decided to make a call.

He took out his specially-made phone, showing over a dozen missed calls.

"Whoa! Did Hua Saintess call me over a dozen times? Could it be she’s obtained the Heart Without Tears?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered suspiciously.

Unlocking three passwords, he immediately returned a call to Saintess Hua Yan.

The phone rang once but no one answered.

"What is that person doing? Why not answer the phone?" Zhang Xiaohao thought suspiciously.

He pressed the dial button again.

Just as the call was about to hang up, it finally connected, and inside came Saintess Hua Yan’s urgent voice.

"I’m at the Yellow Wind Sect, come quickly to rescue me!!!"

After speaking, the phone was directly hung up.

"Hmm? Is she in danger? Could it be someone is chasing her?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered suspiciously.

Thinking of this, a strong killing intent erupted from his body, sweeping in all directions.

"Anyone who dares to touch my woman is asking to die!" Zhang Xiaohao thought with murderous intent.

Immediately, stepping on Twelve Heavenly Steps, his figure flickered, leaving the basement.

Upstairs living room.

"Mr. Zhang, time for dinner!" Sister Zhou called out.

"I have something, I need to go out for a while, you all eat first!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

Leaving a word behind, he stepped on Twelve Heavenly Steps, rushing outside swiftly.

With a few flickers, he had already disappeared from the Cheng Family villa.

After leaving the villa, Zhang Xiaohao found an unoccupied place and directly used Dragon God Technique, a flash of golden light, transforming into a Five-Clawed True Dragon, soaring into the sky, flying rapidly towards Yellow Wind Sect.

The old site of Yellow Wind Sect, previously offended Zhang Xiaohao, was completely eradicated by him, from beginning to end, uprooted, not even a residue left.

A faint blue figure appeared awkwardly at the old site of Yellow Wind Sect. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝘯𝘦𝘵

This person is none other than Saintess Hua Yan, after obtaining the Heart Without Tears, was rushing towards Nanhua City all along, somehow leaked the news, and on the way, faced joint pursuit from Azure Dragon Sect and Xuanwu Sect.

Currently, her light blue long skirt is stained red with blood, both the enemy’s and her own.

Saintess Hua Yan supported herself against a broken wall, felt sweetness in her chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

On her right shoulder, there was a sword wound, currently stained dark green, apparently hit by poison.

"Azure Dragon Sect and Xuanwu Sect, these two groups of despicable people! It’s bad enough they surround this Saintess, over a hundred men against one, they even smeared poison on their blades and swords, truly deserve death!" Saintess Hua Yan thought angrily.

She glanced in the direction behind.

Using the beasts within the Ten Thousand Mountains, she managed to escape till now.

If she hadn’t had a moment of inspiration to drive these beasts, under their two sects’ pursuit, she’d have been caught if not dead.

Looking up towards Nanhua City’s direction, Saintess Hua Yan was very upset, wondering when that bastard Zhang Xiaohao would arrive.

Enduring the injury, she continued to flee forward.

It’s not that she didn’t want to hide, she had been tampered with, even if she hides in a mouse hole, they’d find her, the only way out is to keep fleeing!!!

Ignoring the recurrence of internal injuries, she quickly escaped forward using her body technique and martial skill.

At this moment, powerful sounds of objects breaking through the air rang out.

Over a dozen cold flashes with sharp momentum shone towards Saintess Hua Yan.

"Damn it! You lingering ghost dogs deserve death!" Saintess Hua Yan said with a darkened face.

Enduring her collapsing body, she gripped the light blue longsword, fiercely sweeping it, a flash of silver light thunderously knocking down the projectiles attacking.

After finishing this, Saintess Hua Yan forcibly gathered her energy, felt sweetness in her chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood, her delicate figure softened, staggering, almost falling to the ground.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the light blue longsword in her hand pointed at the ground, stabilizing her body.

Just then, strong sounds of objects piercing the air echoed around.