"What is Dasilong?" Meng Hao was a little unfamiliar with this title. When he spoke, he had already walked in front of the West Desert monk. This person trembled and looked at Meng Hao with awe and horror.
"Da Silong is the title of the strongest in the Silong line of West Desert. Like Totem Heaven, it represents the titles of two extreme strong.
One is to sacrifice and feed alien beasts that transcend the Earth Demon, and the other is to master more than five totems. The real combat power of the former is to slay spirits, and the latter is close to slashing spirits. "The answer to Meng Hao was not the monk Xi Mo who was trembling at the moment, but the white-clothed woman Han Xueshan.
The light curtain outside her body had been removed, and the sluggish silkworm was also put away by her at this moment.
When Meng Hao turned to look at the woman in white, she bowed.
"Han Xue family, Han Xueshan, thank you senior for saving your life." The two scarred monks beside her also looked at Meng Hao with gratitude, but the secret vigilance was always there.
After all, the scene that Meng Hao showed just now not only frightened the West Desert monk, but also completely frightened them.
With a wave of his hand, hundreds of black wolves died sternly and turned into black blood, and the blood collapsed and turned into fog. In the blink of an eye, the fog cloud turned into rain.
This method shocked them, and they couldn't see through Meng Hao's cultivation base. It seemed that Meng Hao was shrouded in a layer of mystery that people had to fear.
"I'm not the Great Dragon, but you really need to thank me." Meng Hao shook his head, raised his right hand to point to the earth, and when he raised it, it hit the brow of the West Desert monk.
With a finger down, the West Desert monk's body trembled abruptly, his eyes were blank, and his whole person was lost.
"Only the cultivation base at the early stage of the formation of alchemy, but can control so many powerful beasts, this... is Xi Mo's Dragon?" Meng Hao had a clear understanding in his heart, but he was more curious about Xi Mo, turning his head to look. To the woman in white.
"I won't save people for nothing."
As soon as Meng Hao said this, the eyes of the two monks next to the white-clothed woman flashed sharply, and they became more vigilant. Especially Meng Hao's point of contact with the Ximo monk's eyebrows made this person bewildered. The two cultivators were shocked, hearing Meng Hao's words at the moment, they couldn't help but be nervous.
"Senior, don't hesitate to speak." The white-clothed woman Han Xueshan said softly.
"I want a cold snow silkworm." Meng Hao said bluntly.
He said that the female cultivator among the two cultivators beside the white-clothed woman frowned, but carefully hid her disgust towards Meng Hao.
Hanxue hesitated for a while and looked at Meng Hao.
"Senior, the Hanxue silkworm can only recognize the lord with its larvae, and now my Hanxue family, according to the information I have, does not have larvae, but it may be because I don’t know all about it. It’s not as good as the senior who followed me back to Saint Snow City. At that time, I will ask the family to check it carefully, and I have repaid the predecessor’s life-saving grace." Han Xueshan looked at Meng Hao, her beautiful eyes did not show the slightest thoughts, although she was grateful for Meng Hao here, she was extremely jealous, just now. The scene made her feel horrified when she thought of it.
Now she is holding her mouth forcibly, she has a faint hunch, if one answer is wrong, then the other party is very likely to change directly from a benefactor to an enemy.
And she couldn't be sure, whether the person in front of her appeared here by such a coincidence, or if she had been prepared. But no matter what, in her opinion, since the other party appeared, her life would be worry-free, and when she returned to Cold Snow City, everything would be reversed according to her own mind.
Meng Hao thought for a while, glanced at the white-clothed woman with profound meaning in her eyes, smiled slightly, and nodded in agreement.
The white-clothed woman didn't relax in her heart. She drew a little distance from Meng Hao with a strong smile. The two monks beside her were very wary of Meng Hao's place and walked out of the jungle.
As for the Dragon of the West Desert, he followed Meng Hao blankly. If he lost himself, this scene made Han Xueshan and the others even more shocked.
Saint Snow City, in the north of Motu, is still some distance away from West Desert, but it is not too far. The snow and ice here are the rare white on this black land.
There is not a short distance from Dongluo City occupied by Meng Hao. Although they are members of the Nine Leagues, they rarely communicate with each other. After all, the Dongluo family is only the last of the Nine Leagues, and the Hanxue family used to be the leaders of the Nine Leagues. , Although it has fallen, but pride still exists.
And even though the ancestor of Spirit Slayer, who was rumored to be in retreat for many years, has not appeared for hundreds of years, no one can know whether this ancestor is alive or dead.
But as long as there is a slight possibility of existence, the status of Saint Snow City will never plummet.
It also made Saint Snow City, although not as good as it used to be, the glory is still there, and the glorious aftermath can still cover the holy snow.
But now, the city of Saint Snow is dignified, it seems to have formed depression, turned into a dark cloud in the sky, weighing heavily on the top of the earth, the city wall composed of ice crystals, the Han Xue family and the monks in the holy city, are looking solemnly. To the outside world.
Outside, the earth shook, and a series of pitch-black winged dragons were flying in the sky. Their red eyes showed a fierce glow, and the occasional roars could shock the monks' minds.
Looking around, there are more than fifty winged flood dragons. They surround the holy city. On the ground, there are seventy or 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 more than a thousand monks who appeared behind these fierce beasts, looking at Saint Syracuse from a distance. These monks were dressed in black and each wore a mask. There are only green-faced monks in the white masks, and there are only more than 30 out of a thousand people.
At the forefront, there was an old man with wavy white hair and a silver mask. The old man's cultivation base was scattered, and that was the breath of the Nascent Soul monk.
Farther away, on a snow-capped mountain, there are hundreds of tall figures. These people have expressionless faces. There are totems on their bodies. The number of them varies. Their breath is not the same as that of monks. They are more wild and more wild. Some strange things.
They are brothers of West Desert.
Between this Saint Snow City and the army of Motu Palace, there is a wind and snow curtain covering all directions, separating the two sides.
As for the further distance, there were thousands of disciples from Motu Palace, scattered to form a ring-shaped cage, enclosing Saint Snow City.
It seems that war is on the verge of breaking out.
It was also at this time that Meng Hao and his party appeared on the outer edge of Saint Snow City. They saw the scene ahead. Except for Meng Hao's expression as usual, Han Xueshan and the other two looked ugly.
After traveling for more than a day, Meng Hao did not ask why the other party left Saint Snow City at this time. Han Xueshan did not take the initiative to say about this.
But faintly, through some conversations between 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 still there. guard.
"It seems that it is impossible to enter the city." Meng Hao said lightly. The Motu Palace is a situation to besiege Saint Snow City. At this moment, the reason why the attack has not been launched is probably because some other outsiders don't know it, but The strongest person who came forward was Yuan Ying, and it can also be seen that this battle may not be a decisive battle, but a lot of temptations.
Han Xueshan was about to speak, but at this moment, a whining horn sounded suddenly from the ground. At the same time, the winged dragons in the sky roared straight to Saint Snow City. , The fierce lions about seven or eight feet in size on the ground shone with blue light all over, and when they rushed out, like huge blue arrows, they went straight to the city of Saint Snow.
Immediately afterwards, the monks of Motu Palace also flew up when the horn sounded. Behind them, the earth shook, and there were two giants of more than thirty meters, who appeared from nowhere, walking forward. Striding forward, coming with a boom, on their shoulders, they all looked at a big sword full of hundreds of feet.
The sword is very old, seemingly vicissitudes, but its momentum is amazing.
If only this is the case, on the ground, under the sound of this horn, a piece of black sea appeared, and that black sea was tens of thousands of black wolves, appeared from all directions, and went straight to Saint Snow City.
The light curtain of the Holy Blood City shone, and nearly a thousand monks flew out of the city. Inside the light curtain, they started their magic tricks, and the light of magic treasure shone through the light curtain, and started fighting with the fierce beasts and monks coming from the outside world.
Even inside this city, there was white light shining at this moment. A huge five-star spot appeared unexpectedly, floating in the air and rotating. Every time it rotated, it would emit white light in an arc, sweeping toward the outside of the city.
The roar was shaking the earth, the earth shook, and a war between the monks that Meng Hao had never seen before was unfolded in front of him.
Even at the beginning of the war, Meng Hao immediately saw a group of about dozens of people in Saint Snow City in the distance. They rushed out of the light curtain. The moment they stepped out of the light curtain, a five-star flew over and floated. When they rapidly revolved in the sky above them, bursts of white light emitted arcs. Wherever they passed, fierce beasts roared and avoided, and even the dragons in the sky dodged, seemingly unable to approach.
There was not one team like this, but more than a dozen teams all rushed out of the city and fought against the Motu Palace outside. They roared and echoed for a while, and screams came out from time to time, fighting fiercely.
It's not that Meng Hao has never seen a monk battle, but it was the first time he saw a battle like this. When he saw it with his own eyes, his heart beat faster, but after all, he was not a person who had just entered the realm of cultivation, and he soon recovered. Come down.
More eyes were placed on the two huge giants on the battlefield. They moved slowly, but every step they fell caused the earth to shake, and when the big sword in his hand was swung, the sword energy was released, which was extremely shocking.
It was also at this moment, among the dozen or so teams, one of them rushed out of the place where Meng Hao and others were located. If it was a coincidence, Meng Hao saw what Han Xueshan's eyes flashed by. When there was a touch of joy, he knew that this was the one who had come to pick her back to the city.