I Shall Seal the Heavens

Holy Snow City is much larger than Dongluo City. The city is divided into inside and outside, with the Hanxue family on the inside and the monks inside the city on the outside.

Due to the cold location, there are often snowstorms, that is to say, the city is often covered with snow, and there are some scenery that cannot be seen in the southern country.

In the east of the outer city, there is a mansion, each of which has a spiritual spring, although there is not much spiritual energy, but in the eyes of Mo Tu, this is already an extremely extravagant expression.

These houses are all 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 the Holy Snow City, so they are extremely powerful. powerful.

Those who can live here are extremely important guests to Sheng Xuecheng, and Meng Hao's residence is also arranged here.

His house is not big, but the courtyard is not small. The giant is sitting on the ground like a hill, snoring. Sometimes when he wakes up, he will grab the meat that is always piled up around him and swallow it. Once he wakes up When there is no meat, this giant will stare and roar.

"Meat...meat..."

Whenever he yelled like this, Meng Hao would rush over to deliver the meat with helplessness. After a long time, Meng Hao felt that he had raised an ancestor...

In the courtyard of this mansion, besides the giant man who likes to eat meat, there is also a middle-aged man. No matter what time, his face is full of bitterness, like a bitter melon. After Meng Hao served the giant man twice , and handed over this sacred work to this middle-aged man.

This person was the West Desert Silong who was captured by Meng Hao. Now, although Meng Hao broke the seal, poisonous pills entered his body again. It made him unable to raise any other thoughts. I can only resign myself to my fate with a sigh.

Then there is this 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.

There are lotus flowers everywhere, but the flowers that can grow here are not ordinary lotus, but snow lotus.

Snow lotus everywhere. The blooming flowers are beautiful, covering the whole yard. Meng Hao often looks at those lotus flowers, and it takes a whole day just to see them.

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, for that Ximo Silong, such a life was not unacceptable, but... since Meng Hao asked about Silong's title. Ever since Meng Hao understood what the Alien Queen was, this middle-aged man named Gula. I felt a chill in my heart, and even more sad.

Because Meng Hao likes to study,

Researching blood, researching bone, researching body, researching totem, every research is a nightmare for Gu La.

"Silong is divided into ranks one to nine, and the ninth rank is called Da Silong. Just like the alien monsters are also divided into nine ranks, in the land of Western Desert, there are all kinds of strange beasts. They are called strange monsters. Demon!" Meng Hao sat cross-legged in front of a lotus, looking at the lotus, his understanding of Ximo Silong came to mind.

"One to ninth rank strange monsters, tenth rank earth demons, eleventh rank sky demons, and twelve ranks are... totems!" Meng Hao's eyes flashed a flash of light. Through his understanding of strange monsters, he knew the totems of the West Desert. , is no longer as strange as before.

According to Ximo, the totems of each tribe come from the twelfth-level strange monsters that appeared in this tribe a few years ago, that is, the sky monsters, because only the strange monsters who have reached this level can become totems. And this totem can be imprinted on the body by the blood of the descendants of this alien demon, and become the totem of the tribe to continue.

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

This is the origin of the totem. It can be said that every different totem represents the twelfth-order strange monster that appeared in the past years.

"How strong is the twelfth-order alien monster?" Meng Hao hesitated for a moment. He couldn't judge, and Gu La couldn't tell the specifics. He only talked about how strong it was, but few people knew how strong it was.

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

In addition to studying totems, Meng Hao did not give up understanding the runes of Immortal Land. This has almost become a kind of instinct of his. Not to mention researching it all the time, as long as he is free, he will devote some time every day to comprehend it. .

It’s just that it’s been a few days since I came to the Holy Snow City, but the Hanxue family has never mentioned the matter of the Hanxue silkworm, and even the previously agreed alchemy has never been mentioned at all. 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 his 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 continued, Meng Hao believed that his poison would be more effective as the later stage progressed. Although the positions of the host and the guest would not be reversed, if the guest was too big, the host would bow his head.

So Meng Hao enjoys the flowers with peace of mind, studies the totems, and understands the immortal 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 in meditation with an oil lamp in front of them, swaying with the cold wind outside, making the hall 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 frighten all directions.

"I still disagree with the suggestion of the third elder. The cold snow silkworm is of great importance. There are only two larvae that can be cultivated in the clan, how can they be given away so easily!" Among the four people, there is a silver-haired old man with a crescent mark on his eyebrows , at this moment the imprint flashed, and he raised his head and spoke in a deep voice.

These four people have been discussing about Meng Hao for a long time, but they have been unable to agree.

"I agree with the Second Elder's statement, the cultivator who is good at using poison is first of all unknown, and secondly, he has only cultivated alchemy, so he dares to ask for the cold snow silkworm so brazenly!

This person must have seen that the holy city is crumbling, so he came up to blackmail a sum of money. According to the old man's idea, he went directly to kill such a person, as a warning to others! "It was a middle-aged man among the four who spoke. This man looked 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, he may come at this time, which has already explained the problem. In addition, in the battle a few days ago, he also showed combat power that can be valued by the old man.

If such a helping hand is rejected by us, who would dare to come? The Fourth Elder said that his origin was unknown, and most of the Motu monks were casual cultivators, so how could he prove his origin?

This matter has already been promised to him by the old man, and it will never change. If his poison really doesn't work, that's all. Once the outcome is decided, Xuehan Silkworm will be his! "The old woman spoke calmly, her voice low.

The hall was silent again. For a long time, the only elder who didn't speak had white hair and an old face, but his body was very short. He was like a dwarf, and his closed eyes suddenly opened.

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

"Okay, the three of you have been arguing for a long time, and we will make a decision after Mr. Zhou identifies the poisonous blood!" As soon as the great elder spoke, the three of them, including the old woman, bowed their heads in silence.

Time passed slowly, and about two hours later, there was a sound of footsteps coming from outside the hall, and the four of them raised their heads one after another, only to see an old man in a black robe striding forward with a proud face, followed by two The young woman followed carefully, with fanaticism and respect in her expression, as if the old man could give everything with just one word.

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

"Mr. Zhou." Several people said with a smile.

"Zhou has met fellow Taoists." The old man surnamed Zhou said lightly, his expression still proud. His face was not very old, his face was flushed, and the aura of pride was very obvious. It was obvious that he had been in a high position for a long time, or was It is cultivated by people's flattery.

If Meng Hao were here at this moment, he would definitely be shocked, because he knew this old man, and it was Zhou Dekun, the master alchemist of Dandong's lineage who was captured into Motu back then!

This week old man, the relationship between Meng Hao and Meng Hao eased back then, and the two of them even had a lot of friendship along the way. He took Meng Hao to many cultivation families and received a lot of offerings. is a mold.

After he was captured, Meng Hao was still secretly worried. Even when he came to Motu this time, he was asked to inquire, but there was no news. He always thought that the other party should be suffering in a certain place in Motu. ...

But Zhou Dekun at this moment, whether in appearance or complacency, is better than back then. The old man in the past is covered by red light at this moment, especially the reverence and shyness in the eyes of the two women behind him when they look at him. One can imagine that this week The old man is here, the old tree must be blooming, and it will bloom again...

"Mr. Zhou, I don't know how the poisonous blood is researched?" The elder among the four, although he was still sitting cross-legged in meditation, smiled and said, his expression was very polite, as if he didn't care at all among his generation. Zhou Dekun despised him.

"Old man's alchemy, in today's world, there are only two people who can surpass me, one is the old man's master, and you all know who it is, the alchemy master!

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

"The poisonous blood in it is really good. Even the old man took several days to study it thoroughly. If it was placed in other places, this person would be regarded as a sedan chair. But in the eyes of the old man, this person is just A guy who is comparable to alchemist.

The old man can collapse his poisonous path with one breath! How can it be so easy to let this person know that the way of poison is so easy. If it is said that the way of poison is the most in the world today, I only admire one person, and that is my junior brother Fang Mu. In front of him, he is an ancestor! "Zhou Dekun said how powerful his junior is, you can imagine how powerful I am, raised his chin, and spoke proudly.

The three elders in front of him, except for the great elder, all looked dignified and more polite. As for the two young women behind Zhou Dekun, their eyebrows were full of admiration. (to be continued...) ()