Holy Snow City is much larger than Dongluo City. The city is divided into inner and outer parts. Inside is the Hanxue family, and outside is the monks in the city.

Because it is located in a cold place, there is always wind and snow. That is to say, the city is covered with snow most of the time, and there is a scenery that cannot be seen in the south.

To the east of the outer city, there is a house with a spiritual spring in every place. Although there is not much spiritual energy, in Motu, this is already an extremely luxurious performance.

These houses are each separate and have formations, making it difficult to break into each other without the consent of the owner. The most important thing is that the formations of each house are connected with the main formation of Shengxue City, so they are extremely powerful.

powerful.

Those who can live here are all extremely important guests to Holy Snow City, and Meng Hao's residence is arranged here.

His house is not big, but the courtyard is not. The giant is sitting on the ground, like a hill, snoring. When he wakes up, he will grab the meat that always piles up around him and swallow it in big gulps. Once he wakes up,

When there is no meat, this giant will stare and roar.

"Meat...meat..."

Whenever he shouted like this, Meng Hao would feel helpless and rush over to deliver the meat. As time passed, Meng Hao felt that he had raised an ancestor...

In the courtyard of this house, in addition to the barbarian giant who likes to eat meat, there is also a middle-aged man. No matter what time, his face is as bitter as a bitter gourd. After Meng Hao served the barbarian giant twice,

, and handed over this sacred task to this middle-aged man.

This person is none other than the Ximo Si Long who was captured by Meng Hao. Although the seal has been broken by Meng Hao, the poisonous elixir has entered his body, making him unable to think of anything else. He can only sigh and accept his fate.

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Then there was the house. At Meng Hao's request, Han Xueshan thought of many ways and finally got a lot of lotus seeds, which were catalyzed by Meng Hao and planted in the yard.

Lotus flowers are everywhere, but the flower that can grow here is not an ordinary lotus, but a snow lotus.

Snow lotuses were everywhere. The flowers were beautiful and covered the entire yard. Meng Hao often looked at those lotus flowers for a whole day.

Look at the shape of the flower, feel the spirit of the flower, understand the meaning of the flower, and integrate yourself into the lotus sword formation.

Originally, this kind of life was not unacceptable to Si Long of the Western Desert, but... Ever since Meng Hao asked about Si Long's name. Ever since Meng Hao understood what a strange monster was, this person named Gu

The middle-aged man felt chilly and even more sad in his heart.

Because Meng Hao likes to study, study blood, study bones, study the body, and study totems, every time he studies, it is a nightmare for Gula.

"Siliongs are divided into levels one to nine, and the ninth level is called the Great Silong. Just like the alien monsters are also divided into nine levels, there are all kinds of strange and ferocious beasts on the land of the Western Desert. They are called aliens.

Monster!" Meng Hao sat cross-legged in front of a lotus, looking at the lotus, his understanding of Si Long in the West Desert came to his mind.

"The first to ninth-level alien monsters, the tenth-level earth demon, the eleventh-level celestial demon, and the twelfth-level are... totems!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed with a flash of light. Through his understanding of the alien monsters, he understood the totems of the West Desert.

, is no longer as strange as it was before.

According to Xi Mo, the totems of each tribe come from the twelfth-level monster that appeared in the tribe several years ago, that is, the celestial monster, because only monsters that have reached this level can become totems.

And this totem can be imprinted on the body by tribesmen using the blood of the descendants of alien monsters, and it will become the totem of the tribe and continue.

A strong tribe can have multiple totems, while a weak tribe may only have one.

This is the origin of totems. It can be said that each totem with a different appearance represents the twelfth-level alien monster that appeared in the totem in the past years.

"How strong is the twelfth-level alien monster?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment. He couldn't judge, and Gula couldn't tell the specifics. He only mentioned that it was very strong, but few people knew how strong it was.

In the Western Desert, all totem monks can control strange monsters, but the only one who can control a large number of strange monsters is Si Long!

In addition to studying totems, Meng Hao has not given up on understanding the runes of the Immortal Land. This has almost become an instinct for him. Not only does he study it all the time, but as long as he is free, he will spend some time every day to understand it.

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It has been a few days since they arrived in the Holy Snow City, but the Hanxue family has never mentioned the matter of Hanxue Silkworms, and even the previously agreed alchemy has not been mentioned at all. In the past few days, Meng

Hao didn't have any visitors here, he was the only one, as if he had been forgotten.

Meng Hao was not in a hurry. He had already shown a certain degree of strength in the battle a few days ago. He believed that no matter what plans the Hanxue family had, as long as he was used, they would definitely come to visit.

And as this war continues, Meng Hao believes that the effect of his poison will be greater as the war progresses. Although the positions of host and guest will not be reversed, if the guest is bigger, the host will have to bow his head.

So Meng Hao could enjoy the flowers with peace of mind, study the totems, and understand the fairy land.

At the same time, in the inner city of Holy Snow City, in the main hall of the Hanxue family, four people, including the old woman, were sitting cross-legged and meditating with each other. An oil lamp in front of them was swaying with the cold wind outside.

The lights flickered on and off.

The four of them are the four elders of the Hanxue family. They are all Nascent Soul cultivators. They usually sit in the Holy City and intimidate all directions.

"I still don't agree with the third elder's suggestion. The Snow Silkworms are of great importance. There are only two larvae that can be cultivated in the clan. How can we give them away easily!" Among the four people, there was a silver-haired old man with a crescent moon mark between his eyebrows.

, the mark flashed at this moment, he raised his head and spoke in a deep voice.

These four people have been discussing Meng Hao's matter for a long time, but they have been unable to come to an agreement.

"I agree with what the second elder said. First of all, the origin of the monk who is good at using poison is unknown, and secondly, he is only a mere alchemist, but he dares to ask for Hanxue Silkworms so brazenly!

This person must have seen that the holy city is now crumbling, so he came up to extort a sum of money. According to my idea, I will kill such a person directly as a warning to others!" The speaker was a middle-aged man among the four.

The man's expression was gloomy, and his voice was cold when he spoke.

"I have been talking about this matter for a long time. No matter what the purpose of this person is, the fact that he may arrive at this time has already explained the problem. In addition, in the battle a few days ago, he also showed that he can win the respect of me.

If such a helping hand is rejected by us, who would dare to come? The fourth elder said that his origin is unknown. Most of the monks in Motu are loose cultivators, so how can they prove his origin?

I have made a promise to him on this matter and will never change it. If his poison really has no effect, then that's it. Once the outcome is determined, Xue Hancan will be his!" The old woman spoke calmly, with a low voice.

The hall was silent again. For a long time, the only elder who had not spoken. He had white hair, an old face, but a short body, like a dwarf. His closed eyes suddenly opened.

The moment his eyes opened and closed, a bright light suddenly appeared, making the whole hall light up, and the oil lamp seemed to be suppressed and was about to go out.

"Okay, you three have been arguing for a long time. We will wait until Mr. Zhou identifies the poisonous blood before making a decision!" As soon as the great elder spoke, the three people, including the old woman, bowed their heads and remained silent.

Time passed slowly. After about two hours, a sound of footsteps came from outside the hall. The four people looked up one after another, only to see an old man in black robes, with a proud look on his face, walking towards him, followed by two people.

The young women followed carefully, with enthusiasm and respect in their expressions, as if they would give everything for the old man's words.

As the old man walked into the hall, the four people in the hall, except for the great elder, all stood up one after another with smiles on their faces.

"Mr. Zhou." Several people said with smiles.

"Zhou has met fellow Taoists." The old man surnamed Zhou spoke calmly, his expression still arrogant. His face was not very old, his face was red, and his aura of arrogance was very obvious. It was obvious that he had been in a high position for a long time, or he had been

People are nurtured by flattery.

If Meng Hao were here at this moment, he would be shocked, because he knew this old man, it was Zhou Dekun, the master alchemist of the Dandong lineage who was captured in the black soil back then!

This week, Laoer Zhou, his relationship with Meng Hao had eased back then, and the two of them even had a good friendship along the way. He took Meng Hao to many cultivation families and collected a lot of offerings. His appearance was different from his current appearance.

It's a mold.

After he was captured, Meng Hao was still worried secretly. Even when he came to Motu this time, he asked people to inquire about him, but there was no news. He always felt that the other party should be suffering somewhere in Motu.

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But at this moment, Zhou Dekun, both in appearance and in pride, is even better than before. The old age he once was is now covered in red light, especially the reverence and shyness in the eyes of the two women behind him when they look at him. It can be imagined that this week

I am here, the old trees must be blooming, blooming again and again...

"Mr. Zhou, I wonder how the research on poisonous blood goes?" The elder among the four, although he was still sitting cross-legged in meditation, smiled and spoke with a very polite expression. Like his peers, he did not show any concern for this late-stage foundation-building person.

Zhou Dekun despised.

"In my alchemy skills, there are only two people in the world who can surpass me. One is my master, and you also know who it is, Master Alchemy Ghost!

The other one is my junior brother Fang Mu. Apart from the two of them, I dare say he is the best in the world!" Zhou Dekun spoke proudly, waved his right hand, and threw out a jade bottle.

"The poisonous blood inside is indeed quite impressive. It took me several days to thoroughly study it and understand it. If it were placed in other places, this person would be regarded as a sedan chair. But in my eyes, this person is just a sedan chair."

Just a guy who is comparable to an alchemist.

With just one breath, I can destroy his poisonous path! How can it be so easy to let this person know that the poisonous path is the most poisonous in the world? I only admire one person, that is my junior brother Fang Mu.

As soon as the magic elixir comes out, he will be given the title of Danding Master, and he will be the ancestor of any poison in front of him!" Zhou Dekun looked like his junior brother is so powerful, you can imagine how powerful I am, he raised his chin and spoke proudly.
Chapter completed!