I Shall Seal the Heavens

"What is Da Silong?" Meng Hao was a little unfamiliar with this title. When he opened his mouth, he had already walked in front of that monk from the Western Desert. The man was trembling and looked at Meng Hao with awe and terror.

"Da Silong is the title of the strongest of Silong's lineage in the West Desert, just like Totem Heaven, it represents the title of two extreme strongmen.

One is a beast that surpassed the earth demon, and the other is a totem that has mastered more than five totems. Their real combat power is that the former kills the spirit, and the latter is close to the spirit. "The one who answered Meng Hao was not the friar from the West Desert who was trembling at the moment, but Han Xueshan, a woman in white.

The light curtain outside her body has been cancelled, and the sluggish silkworm is also put away by her at this moment.

When Meng Hao turned his head to look at the woman in white, she bowed and bowed.

"Hanxue family, Hanxueshan, thank you senior for saving your life." The two scarred monks beside her also looked at Meng Hao with gratitude, but their secret vigilance was always there.

After all, the scene that Meng Hao showed just now not only frightened the Western Desert monks, but also completely shocked them.

With a wave of hands, hundreds of black wolves died in a terrible death and turned into black blood. The blood collapsed and turned into mist. In the blink of an eye, the mist cloud turned into rain.

This kind of method shocked them, and they couldn't see through Meng Hao's cultivation. It seemed that Meng Hao was shrouded in a layer of mystery that made people have to awe.

"I'm not Da Silong, but you do need to thank me." Meng Hao shook his head, raised his right hand to point to the ground, and when he raised it, he touched the brow of the monk in the Western Desert.

With one finger down, the Western Desert cultivator's body trembled violently, and his eyes were dazed. The whole person seems to have lost his mind.

"Only at the early stage of alchemy. But he can control so many powerful beasts. This... is Silong from Ximo?" Meng Hao had some understanding in his heart, but he was even more curious about Ximo, and turned his head. Looking at the woman in white.

"I won't save people in vain."

As soon as Meng Hao said this, the eyes of the two monks next to the woman in white glistened, and they became more vigilant, especially Meng Hao's way of touching the monk's eyebrows in the West Desert, which made the monk bewildered. It shocked the two monks even more. Hearing Meng Hao's words at this moment, they couldn't help being nervous.

"Senior, just ask what you want." Han Xueshan, the woman in white, said softly.

"I want a cold snow silkworm." Meng Hao said bluntly.

His words spoke,

Among the two monks beside the woman in white, the female cultivator immediately frowned, but carefully concealed her disgust towards Meng Hao.

Han Xueshan hesitated for a moment, then looked at Meng Hao.

"Senior, only the larvae of the Hanxue silkworm can recognize the master. Now, according to the information I have in my Hanxue family, there are no larvae, but it may be because I don't know all about it. Why don't you follow me back to the Holy Snow City?" At that time, I will ask the family to check it carefully, and I have repaid the life-saving grace of the senior." Han Xueshan looked at Meng Hao, her beautiful eyes did not reveal the slightest thought, although she was grateful for Meng Hao's life-saving, she was also extremely jealous. The scene made her feel terrified when she thought of it.

Now that she was holding on to her mouth, she had a vague premonition that if one answer was wrong, then the other party would most likely turn from a benefactor to an enemy directly.

And she couldn't be sure whether the person in front of her really appeared here by such a coincidence, or if she had been prepared for it. But no matter what, from her point of view, since the other party appeared, her life here would be worry-free, and when she returned to Cold Snow City, everything would be reversed according to her own will.

Meng Hao thought for a while, then glanced at the woman in white, with deep meaning in his eyes, smiled slightly, and nodded in agreement.

The woman in white didn't relax in her heart, and kept some distance from Meng Hao with a forced smile. The two monks beside her were even more vigilant about Meng Hao's place, and the group walked out of the jungle.

As for that Si Long from West Desert, he followed behind Meng Hao blankly, as if he had lost himself. This scene made Han Xueshan and the others even more shocked.

Holy Snow City is in the north of the land of Motu. Although there is still some distance from the West Desert, it is not too far away. This place is full of ice and snow all the year round. It is a rare white in this black land.

There is not a short distance from Dongluo City, which is occupied by Meng Hao. Although they are members of the Nine Alliances, they seldom communicate with each other. After all, the Dongluo family is just a member of the Nine Alliances, and the Hanxue family was once the leader of the Nine Alliances. , Although it is declining now, the pride still exists.

And the Zhanling Patriarch, who was rumored to be in seclusion all the year round, has not appeared for hundreds of years, but no one knows whether this Patriarch is alive or dead.

But as long as there is a slight possibility of existence, the status of Saint Syracuse will never plummet.

This also makes Holy Snow City, even though it is not as good as before, but the glory is still there, and the afterglow of the glory can still cover the Holy Snow.

But now, the Holy Snow City is full of solemnity, which seems to have formed a depression, turned into dark clouds in the sky, and weighs heavily on the ground. On the city wall made of ice crystals, the Hanxue family and the monks in the Holy City are looking solemnly one by one. to the outside world.

Outside, the earth trembled, and winged dragons with pitch-black bodies were flying in the sky. Their red eyes showed ferocity, and their roars from time to time could shock the monks' minds.

Looking around, there are more than fifty winged dragons, surrounding the holy city. On the ground, there are seventy to eighty huge blue fierce lions, which are seven or eight feet high. , blue frost appeared on the ground.

In addition to these fierce beasts, there are about a thousand monks who appeared behind these fierce beasts, looking at the Holy Snow City from a distance. There are only blue-faced monks with white masks, and there are only more than 30 out of a thousand people.

At the front is an old man with fluttering white hair and a silver mask. This old man's cultivation base is scattered, which is the breath of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Farther away, on a snow-capped mountain, there are hundreds of tall figures. These people are expressionless, and there are totems on their bodies. The number varies. Their aura is not the same as that of monks. There are some monsters.

They are Western Desert monks.

Between the Holy Snow City and the army of the Motu Palace, there is a wind and snow curtain covering all directions, separating the two sides.

As for the further distance, thousands of disciples from Motu Palace spread out to form a ring-shaped cage, enclosing Holy Snow City.

It seems that war is about to break out.

It was also at this time that Meng Hao and his party appeared on the edge of the Holy Snow City. They saw the scene ahead. Except for Meng Hao who looked normal, Han Xueshan and the other two had ugly expressions.

After traveling together for more than a day, Meng Hao didn't ask the other party why he left St. Syracuse at this time, and Han Xueshan didn't take the initiative to talk about this point either.

But vaguely, through the conversations of the other two, Meng Hao heard that when they came out half a month ago, there were more than 30 people following them, but now only the two of them are left. guard.

"It seems that it is impossible to enter the city." Meng Hao said lightly. The formation of the Motu Palace is to surround the Holy Snow City. The reason why the attack has not been launched at this moment is probably due to some other reasons unknown to outsiders. The strongest person who came forward was Yuan Ying, and it can be seen that this battle may not be a decisive battle, but mostly a test.

Han Xueshan was about to speak, but at this moment, the sound of hooting horns suddenly came from the earth, and at the same time, those winged dragons in the sky roared and went straight to the Holy Snow City , the fierce lions with a size of seven to eight feet on the ground, with blue lights shining all over their bodies, rushed out like huge blue arrows, heading straight for the Holy Snow City at such a fast speed.

Immediately afterwards, when the horn sounded, the monks of the Motu Palace also flew up one after another. Behind them, the earth shook, and two giants of more than thirty feet appeared from nowhere, walking With big strides, they came with a bang, and on their shoulders, they all looked at a huge sword that was hundreds of feet long.

The sword is very old, and it seems to have vicissitudes, but its momentum is amazing.

If it's just that, that's all. On the ground, under the sound of the horn, a black sea appeared. The black sea was tens of thousands of black wolves, which appeared from all directions and went straight to the holy snow city.

The light curtain of the Holy Blood City was shining, and nearly a thousand monks flew out of the city. Inside the light curtain, they each unfolded their spells, and even the light of magic weapons shone, penetrating the light curtain, and started fighting with the fierce beasts and monks coming from the outside.

Even in this city, there is white light shining at this moment, and a huge five-star light spot suddenly appears, floating in mid-air and rotating, and every time it rotates, it will emit white light in an arc, sweeping towards the outside of the city.

The roaring sound shook the heavens, the earth shook, and a war between monks that Meng Hao had never seen before unfolded in front of him.

Even at the same time as the war started, Meng Hao immediately saw a group of about dozens of people rushing out of the light curtain in the distant Holy Snow City. The sky above them, as they spun rapidly, emitted bursts of arc-shaped white light. Wherever they passed, fierce beasts roared to avoid them, and even the flood dragons in the sky were dodging, as if they couldn't get close.

Such a team, not one, but more than a dozen all rushed out of the city, and started a big battle with the outside Motu Palace. The roar reverberated for a while, and the miserable screams came out from time to time, and the fighting was fierce.

It's not that Meng Hao has never seen a battle between monks, but this is the first time he has seen a battle like the one in front of him. When he saw it with his own eyes, his heart beat faster, but he is not a newcomer to the cultivation world after all, so he quickly calmed down down.

The eyes were more focused on the two huge giants on the battlefield. They moved slowly, but every step they made made the ground tremble. When the big sword in their hands was swung, sword energy radiated out, which was extremely astonishing.

It was also at this time that one of the more than ten teams rushed out in the direction where Meng Hao and the others were. If it was a coincidence, Meng Hao saw the flash in Han Xueshan's eyes. With a glimpse of joy, he knew that this was the person who came to take her back to the city. (to be continued...) ()