At this moment, on a mountain peak in the Ziyun Sect in the Southern Territory, the Hanxue clan members who had been teleported here had been settled by the Ziyun Sect, and this mountain peak had become their new family place.

Han Xueshan's beauty also made her immediately attracted the attention of the monks and alchemists of the Ziyun Sect in just a few days. As her family merged into the Ziyun Sect, Han Xueshan chose the Dandong lineage.

Her ideal is to become an alchemist.

After arriving here, she finally found out about Master Dan Ding's betrayal of his sect. She couldn't explain how she felt in her heart. She seemed to be disappointed, but also seemed to feel very calm.

If she hadn't met Meng Hao, perhaps she would have been more disappointed, but now, it seems that whether she can see Master Danding is no longer the key to Han Xueshan.

"I heard from sister Xueshan's tribe that you met a Master Meng in the Holy Snow City of Motu?" A pleasant voice came from Han Xueshan's side, interrupting Han who was standing on the top of the mountain, looking in the direction of Motu in deep thought.

Xueshan.

Han Xueshan quickly turned around and saw a beautiful woman coming from behind. This woman was wearing a long blue dress. She was bright and charming, and her face was as beautiful as a bomb. She seemed to have the love of heaven and earth all rolled into one, like a painting.

The people in it enter the mortal world.

"Xueshan has met Uncle Chu." Han Xueshan immediately lowered her head and bowed. The Chu Yuyan in front of her was the most beautiful woman she had seen since she came to Ziyun Sect. With this kind of beauty, sometimes she

When you watch it, you will feel a little confused.

She also heard about some past events between Uncle Chu and the Alchemy Master, which were widely spread among the sect.

"Perhaps only such a woman can be worthy of Master Danding." Han Xueshan saw Chu Yuyan and thought of Master Danding. She suddenly thought of herself and Meng Hao. Meng Hao appeared in her mind.

figure.

"Xue Shan?" Chu Yuyan approached and spoke softly.

Han Xueshan blushed and immediately lowered her head, feeling a little shy in her heart, secretly wondering why she thought of that incomprehensible guy at this time.

"There is Master Meng. He is very good at alchemy. If it weren't for him, our Hanxue family would have been destroyed long ago. We would not be here." Han Xueshan said in a low voice.

"Is this Master Meng a cultivator from Motu?" Chu Yuyan asked, looking at Han Xueshan.

"He is a local monk from Motu. He is the ancestor of Jinguang. His cultivation is unfathomable, and he has even catalyzed thorns. Even the Taoists of Motu Palace are afraid of him...his alchemy, even Master Zhou is afraid of him.

But, Uncle Chu, if you ask him, what's the matter?" Han Xueshan said, her face even redder.

Chu Yuyan hid her mouth and smiled. Looking at the beautiful girl in front of her, with her experience, she could naturally tell at a glance that the girl was pregnant with spring. It was obvious that her heart was focused on the ink-black Master Meng.

"It's nothing. I just accidentally heard someone from your clan talking about it. I was a little interested in this person's alchemy. I wanted to see what state his alchemy had reached. It's a pity that he didn't come with me. Otherwise, we could still discuss it." Chu

Yu Yan shook her head and smiled softly. She could see that Han Xueshan was not lying. Now that she was sure that the other party was the cultivator of Mo Tu, he was not the person she thought. She turned around and left at this moment.

"Well, he doesn't seem to like the Southern Territory very much, but Uncle Chu, I have a pill he gave me here. Maybe you can tell from this pill the extent of his alchemy?

"Han Xueshan looked expectant. After arriving at Ziyun Sect, especially after joining the Dandong lineage, she had learned a lot about the advancement of alchemy masters in the past few days, and she was very curious in her heart. What level of alchemy did Meng Hao have?

division.

"Okay, let me help you see what level of alchemy that Master Meng you like has reached." Chu Yuyan smiled slightly. In her capacity, she would not have done this, but when she saw Han Xueshan

, she couldn't help but think of herself back then, sighed softly in her heart, and nodded.

Han Xueshan became even more shy after hearing this. She lowered her head and immediately took out the elixir that Meng Hao had given her and handed it to Chu Yuyan. Just after giving it, she suddenly regretted it.

"He must be bragging, and it doesn't seem good to expose the truth like this..." Han Xueshan thought of what Meng Hao said when he sent the elixir, that he could use the elixir to find the alchemy master.

At this moment, she didn't notice at all. After Chu Yuyan saw the pill, her expression changed drastically. Until the change turned into rapid breathing, Han Xueshan raised her head in surprise and saw the body.

Chu Yuyan staggered, seemingly in a trance.

"Uncle Chu..."

Chu Yuyan closed her eyes, and after a long time slowly opened them. She looked at the word snow engraved on the elixir in her hand, and then looked at Han Xueshan. For some reason, she felt a sense of dissatisfaction in her heart.

"What's his name?" Chu Yuyan bit her silver teeth.

"Meng...Meng Hao..." Han Xueshan was a little scared and whispered.

"Damn Meng Hao!" Chu Yuyan could no longer suppress it, gritted her teeth and spoke, her voice filled with complexity, anger, and a hint of relief. She knew that the other person was not only safe, but also living a comfortable life.

Thinking of this, Chu Yuyan felt even more dissatisfied.

Han Xueshan raised her head fiercely. Even though the Master Chu in front of her was higher than her in terms of cultivation and status, she still showed anger on her face.

"Are you still angry for him? He is Master Danding, he is Fang Mu!" Chu Yuyan glanced at Han Xueshan, sighed, and after saying this, handed the elixir to Han Xueshan,

Turned around and left.

Han Xueshan's mind felt like it was struck by thunder, and she was completely frozen there, her mind buzzing.

"He is Master Danding..."

At the same time, on the land of the Western Desert, in a desert, the place is filled with wind and sand all year round. The whining wind howls and rolls around the sky and the earth, making the place dark no matter day or night.

Every life that steps into this place is like entering a forbidden area.

At this moment, in the depths of the desert, there is an altar submerged in the sand. Under this altar, there is a box the size of a palm. At this moment, the box is dazzling and flashes rapidly. The outside world in the desert

The wind became even more powerful. After sweeping across the entire desert, the wind turned into a black sun, absorbing all the light.

A roar suddenly came from the depths of the desert, from under the altar, and from the box. Immediately afterwards, the box immediately shattered, and a ball of flesh and blood flew out of it, squirming at an extremely fast speed, and gradually turned into a

The body, this body looks very weak, and the facial features slowly appear.

It was the black-robed soul-slaying monk who was killed by Meng Hao that day with the Qinan inheritance of the Hanxue family!

He did not die, only a body died. His Tao is still there, and his origin is immortal, so his life will not be extinguished.

Time passed quickly. After the figure was fully formed, he waved his right hand and a black robe fell on him. He slowly raised his head, with a hint of gloom and anger in his eyes.

"A monk who can inherit a complete imprint is definitely not an ordinary person. After I escape from this place, I will meet again in the outside world..."

The former Holy Snow City is now a deep pit. Snowflakes floated from the sky, covering the surface, and fell on the bodies of more than five thousand monks in the deep pit.

In the center of these monks, there was a chrysalis more than ten feet high. Waves of majestic aura emerged from the chrysalis. It had lasted for several days and was getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, a clicking sound suddenly came out, and when the surrounding monks looked around, the pupa, which was about one foot in size, began to shrink, and like the wind, the wind whined and spread throughout the surroundings.

If you look carefully, you will see that it is not the wind, but the silk that makes up the pupa. It is rapidly decreasing from the inside. Soon, the outer layer of the pupa begins to become thinner. At the end, the rate of decrease suddenly increases, making the wind even more intense.

It is so big that it surrounds the pupa and becomes a whirlwind.

It blocked the gazes of the monks around him, but it couldn't stop an increasingly stronger aura, which spread from the whirlwind to all directions as if it was awakening.

The monks around him retreated one after another and looked attentively. After burning incense, a figure slowly walked out of the whirlwind. As the figure appeared, bursts of lightning traveled around him, and the ground became a thunder pool, as if

This person who came from the whirlwind can control the thunder of heaven and earth, and masters the will of thunder.

When he completely walked out, when his face was clearly seen by all the monks around him, they saw the Golden Light Patriarch, and saw... Meng Hao!

His long hair was swaying, he was wearing a blue robe, and he had a handsome face. Thunder roared behind him, thunder pools spread under his feet, and countless arc-shaped lightnings roamed around his body. It was as if he had a thunder cloak outside of this blue robe.

Meng Hao had completely survived this catastrophe. At this moment, his cultivation was booming. His cultivation in the late stage of the Golden Core reached its peak at this moment, and he was only one step away from Nascent Soul...!

Meng Hao took a deep breath. His cultivation was completely different from before. After surviving the catastrophe, his perfect golden elixir was even more condensed. At this moment, his cultivation was spreading, and an invincible confidence in the elixir-forming realm was growing in Meng Hao's heart.

strong.

What is even more astonishing is that his physical body has gone through the eleventh level of Qi training, experienced the tempering during foundation building, and now has been baptized by the heavenly tribulation. At this moment, Meng Hao's physical body has already surpassed that of ordinary monks.

Even the bodies of some Nascent Soul cultivators are far less tough than his body.

These...are still secondary!

What really satisfied Meng Hao was that after fully experiencing a heavenly catastrophe, his physical body's resistance to thunder had reached an astonishing level. There was even thunder and lightning in his body, and the heavenly power existed in his spells.

The breath of calamity.

This is good fortune, the good fortune hidden in the catastrophe, but not everyone can obtain this good fortune. They need to exchange for a glimmer of life in the face of death.

Meng Hao took a deep breath, and when he walked out, as the whirlwind behind him disappeared, the ancient demon-sealing jade flew up and was put into his storage bag. The eyeless silkworm flew over and turned into a white ring on the index finger of Meng Hao's right hand.

Touching the ring, Meng Hao knew that if it weren't for the existence of the eyeless silkworm, he might not be able to survive this disaster.

"From now on, the sea and the sky will be vast, and the whole world will be vast. With my current cultivation level, if I am more cautious, I can go anywhere."

The moment Meng Hao walked out of the whirlwind, the moment he raised his head, more than five thousand monks all around him knelt down and worshiped.

"Congratulations to our ancestor for coming out of seclusion!"
Chapter completed!