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

Because of the cold location, the wind and snow are often there, that is, many times in the city, it is covered with snow, and there is a scenery that cannot be seen in the south.

In the east of the outer city, there is a mansion, and there is a spiritual spring in every place, although there is not much spiritual energy, but in terms of ink soil, this is already an extremely luxurious performance.

These houses are all separate, and there are formations, which make it difficult for each other to break into without the consent of their masters, and the most important thing is that the formations of each house are connected to the main formation of Holy Snow City, so they are extremely powerful.

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

His house is not big, but the courtyard is not small, and the giant is sitting on the ground, like a hill, snoring, and sometimes when he wakes up, he will grab the meat that will always accumulate around him, and swallow it in large gulps, and once he wakes up there is no meat, the giant will stare and roar.

"Meat...... Meat ......"

Whenever he shouted like this, Meng Hao would be helpless, and hurriedly ran over to deliver the meat, and after a long time, Meng Hao felt that he had raised an ancestor......

In the courtyard of this house, in addition to the brute giant who likes to eat meat, there is also a middle-aged man, no matter when, his face is full of bitterness, like a bitter gourd, after Meng Hao served the brute giant twice, he handed over this sacred work to this middle-aged man.

This person is the Western Desert Silong who was captured by Meng Hao, and now although he has been unsealed by Meng Hao, he has a poisonous pill into his body. So that he couldn't think about anything else. I can only sigh and accept my fate.

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

Lotus flowers everywhere, but the flowers that can grow here are not ordinary lotuses, but snow lotuses.

Snowdrops are everywhere. The flowers that bloom are very beautiful, covering the entire courtyard, and Meng Hao often looks at those lotus flowers, and it is a day at a glance.

Look at the shape of the flower, feel the god of the flower, the meaning of the flower, and melt its own lotus sword array.

Originally, for that Ximo Silong, this kind of life was not unacceptable, but it was just ...... Ever since Meng Hao asked about Si Long's title. Ever since Meng Hao understood what a demon was, this middle-aged man named Gula. I felt a chill in my heart, and I felt even more sad.

Because Meng Hao likes to study, study blood, study bones, study the body, study totems, every research is a nightmare for Gula.

"Si Long is divided into one to nine orders, and the nine orders are called Da Si Long. Just as the alien demons are also divided into nine orders, in the land of the Western Desert, there are all kinds of strange beasts, and they are called alien demons!" Meng Hao sat cross-legged in front of a lotus flower, looking at the lotus, and his understanding of the Western Desert Silong came to his mind.

"The first to the ninth order of alien demons, the tenth order of earth demons, the eleventh order of heavenly demons, and the twelfth order are ...... Totem!" Meng Hao's eyes instantly showed a gleam, through the understanding of the alien demon, he was no longer as unfamiliar with the totem of the Western Desert as he was at the beginning.

According to the Western Desert, the totem of each tribe comes from the twelfth-order alien demon that appeared in this tribe a few years ago, that is, the heavenly demon, because only the alien demon at this level can become a totem, and this totem can be imprinted on the body by the clansmen with the blood painting of the descendants of this alien demon, and become the totem of the tribe to continue.

A strong tribe can 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 demon who has appeared in this totem in the past years.

"How strong is the twelfth-order alien demon?" Meng Hao hesitated, he couldn't judge, and Gula couldn't say the specifics, but it was very strong, but few people knew how strong the specifics were.

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

In addition to studying the totem, Meng Hao did not give up the runes of comprehending the immortal land, which has almost become an instinct of his mind, not to mention studying all the time, but 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 he came to this Holy Snow City, but this Hanxue family has never mentioned the matter of the Cold Snow Silkworm, and even the alchemy agreed before has not been talked about in the slightest, and in the past few days, Meng Hao has not had any visitors here, only him, as if forgotten.

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

And as this war continues, the later it is, the later Meng Hao believes that his poison will be greater, and the position between the host and the guest, although it will not be reversed, but if the guest is big, the lord will also bow his head.

Therefore, Meng Hao appreciated the flowers with peace of mind, studied the totem, and realized the immortal land.

At the same time, in the inner city of this Holy Snow City, in the main hall of the Hanxue family, the four people, including the old woman, were meditating on each other's knees, and an oil lamp in front of them was swaying with the cold wind outside, causing the lights in the main hall to flicker and dim.

The four of them are the four elders of the Hanxue family, all of whom are Yuanying cultivators, and they sit in the holy city on weekdays to shock all directions.

"I still don't agree with the suggestion of the three elders, the Cold Snow Silkworm is very important, there are only two young bodies in the clan that can be cultivated now, how can they be easily given away!" Among the four, a silver-haired old man had a crescent mark on his eyebrows, and at this moment, this mark flickered, and he raised his head and spoke in a deep voice.

These four people, for Meng Hao's matter, have been discussed for a long time, and they have not been able to unify.

"I agree with the second elder's statement, the monk who is good at using poison is first of all of unknown origin, and secondly, he is only a cultivator, and he dares to ask for the cold snow silkworm so unashamedly!

This person must have seen that the Holy City was crumbling now, so he came up to extort a sum of money, such a person, according to the old man's idea, went directly to kill him, in order to set an example!"

"We have been talking about this matter for a long time, no matter what the purpose of this person is, it may come at this time, which has already explained the problem, and in the battle a few days ago, he also showed the combat power that can be valued by the old body.

If we are turned away from such a helping hand, who would dare to come? The four elders said that his origin is unknown, and most of the Motu monks are scattered to cultivate, so how can they prove their origins?

The old man had promised him that he would never change, and his poison would be fine if it really couldn't work, once the outcome was decided, the Snow Han Silkworm would be his!" the old woman spoke calmly, her voice low.

The hall was silent again, and for a long time, the only one who did not speak was the Great Elder, with white hair and an old face, but his body was very short, like a dwarf-like old man, his closed eyes suddenly opened.

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

"Okay, the three of you have been arguing for a long time, everything will wait for Mr. Zhou to identify the poisonous blood before making a decision!" As soon as the Great Elder's words came out, the three of them, including the old woman, bowed their heads and remained silent.

Time passed slowly, about two hours later, a sound of footsteps came from outside the hall, and the four of them looked up, but saw an old man in a black robe, with a proud face, walking forward, followed by two young women, carefully followed, with a look of fanaticism and respect, as if this old man said a word, they can give everything.

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

"Mr. Zhou. A few people smiled and spoke.

"Zhou has seen all the Taoist friends. The old man surnamed Zhou opened his mouth lightly, his expression was still proud, his face was not very old, his face was full of red light, and the proud aura was extremely obvious, obviously he had been in a high position for a long time, or he was flattered and cultivated.

If Meng Hao was here at this moment, he would definitely be surprised, because he knew this old man, it was Zhou Dekun, the main furnace master of the Dandong First Vein who was captured in the ink soil back then!

This week, Lao Er, the relationship with Meng Hao eased back then, and the two of them even had a good friendship along the way, and took Meng Hao to a lot of Xiuzhen families and received a lot of offerings.

After he was captured, Meng Hao was still secretly worried, and even when he came to Motu this time, he had asked people to investigate, but there was no news, he always felt that the other party should be somewhere in Motu and suffering......

But at this moment, Zhou Dekun, whether it is looking or proud, is better than back then, the old man of the original year is covered by red light at the moment, especially the reverence and shyness in the eyes of the two women behind him when they look at him......

"Mr. Zhou, I don't know how the poisonous blood research is?" The eldest elder among the four, although he was still meditating on his knees, smiled and spoke, his expression was very polite, just like among his peers, he did not despise Zhou Dekun who was only in the late stage of foundation building.

"The old man's Dan Dao, today, there are only two people who can surpass me, one is the old man's master, you also know who the old man is, Dan Ghost Master!

The other is my junior brother Fang Mu, except for the two of them, the old man dares to say that he is the best in the world!" Zhou Dekun spoke proudly, and with a wave of his right hand, he threw out a jade bottle.

"The poisonous blood in this is indeed not bad, even the old man took several days to thoroughly study it, if it is placed in other places, this person can be regarded as a sedan chair, but in the eyes of the old man, this person is just a guy comparable to Danshi.

The old man can collapse his poisonous path in one breath! Let this person know, poisonous dao, how can it be so easy, if you say that this is today, the most poisonous way, the old man only admires one person, that is, my junior brother Fang Mu, as soon as he enters the magic pill, the title of Danding master, any poison in front of him, he is the ancestor!" Zhou Dekun looked like how powerful his junior brother 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 solemn and more polite, and as for the two young women behind Zhou Dekun, their eyebrows were full of admiration. (To be continued......)