"Master Meng, I am Yan Song..." In Meng Hao's consciousness, such a voice came from an area outside the city.
"Friend Meng Dao, after a farewell that day, Yan recalled many times and felt that Zhou Dekun was wrong with this person, alas... Now that Zhou Dekun has been sent to the West Desert, Yan has no chance to verify it.
Fellow Meng Dao, this time Yan is here to find you. Now this body is not the real body of Yan, but a ray of consciousness. "
"A fellow Daoist's alchemy, Yan admires, this is not the time for a long talk, Yan Mou just say a few more words, based on the fellow Daoist's alchemy, but you have heard of the spirit slashing pill!"
"This Dan Ruo is interested in fellow daoists. Three days later, Yan Mou is willing to have a long talk with fellow daoists."
The voice said this, suddenly disappeared, Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and at this moment, a screaming voice continued to be heard outside the city. When it gradually disappeared, only a few monks outside the city finally escaped with secret methods, and the others all became corpses.
At the same time, Meng Hao’s consciousness dissipated from the main pole of the thorns, and there was only a faint connection, and the thorns that filled the city gradually shrank and were distributed around the city. , It is extremely conspicuous.
At this moment, there was a whimpering horn. The first wave of Motu and West Desert invaded. Until this moment, they had to retreat, but this war did not end. Although the number of monks in Motu and West Desert is not many, they can be far away. From afar, you can see that thousands of Changhong are whizzing from the sky and the earth.
The sky at this moment was no longer late at night, but early in the morning. The exhaustion spread throughout the city. In this rare peace, Meng Hao stood up, and in front of him, the four elders stepped forward.
These four people were a little haggard, among them the old woman and the fourth elder were even more injured. They came to Meng Hao's body and gave Meng Hao a complicated look.
"The thorns can exist for a month. This month, it should be safe. The four of us will try my best to help you refine the cold snow silkworm." The elder was silent for a moment, and after speaking slowly, he gave Meng Hao a deep look. , Turned and left.
The second elder and others, as well as the old woman, also looked at Meng Hao with complexity, did not speak, and left one after another. As for Han Xueshan, she was taken away by the old woman. Before she left, she looked back at Meng Hao frequently and wanted to say something. Stop again.
The surviving monks and members of the Hanxue family dispersed, repaired the city, and organized the formation. Although there is a safe time of one month in theory, things are not normal. The necessary preparations must be made.
The monks in the entire city are all exhausted at this moment. Although the physical injuries have been healed, the exhaustion in the heart is hard to dissipate. They meditate in silence, making the city quiet.
In the distance, another group of West Desert cultivators arrived, making the number of people opposing Saint Snow City once again reached several thousand, but they did not initiate an attack any more, but dispersed and trapped Saint Snow City.
Meng Hao was also exhausted. When he walked down the city, all the monks who met him showed awe, bowed their heads, and even dared not look at him.
The appearance of thorns makes Meng Hao already represent terror in everyone's eyes. This terror, even as a master, cannot neutralize it.
Even the members of the Hanxue family all looked very respectful after seeing Meng Hao. In the previous battle, it can be said that Meng Hao alone decided the victory or defeat. If it weren't for the appearance of Meng Hao, the Saint Snow City at this moment, Has long since become a wreck.
In order to resist the invasion of Motu Palace, the Hanxue family took out a lot of treasures based on their military exploits. At this moment, in this short period of peace, in a palace in the city, many monks came to fight on the battlefield. The military exploits recorded by a dedicated person are exchanged for what is needed.
With exhaustion, Meng Hao saw this palace on the way back to the yard. He pondered for a moment, and he changed direction and walked.
There are a lot of people here, and monks come in and out, and there are about a hundred people. Compared with the surrounding empty areas, this place is the only place where there is such a lively.
"Master Meng..."
"Meet Master Meng!"
As soon as Meng Hao came, he was immediately seen. All the monks here were shocked at the moment they saw Meng Hao. They subconsciously bowed their heads and clasped their fists, with unconcealable awe on their faces.
Meng Hao nodded, walked past the crowd, and came to a huge beam of light in the hall. This beam of light was illusory, and there was a ranking word in it, and every name had a number behind it.
This is the battle for defending the city this time, depending on the killing of different enemies, different battles can be obtained.
Beside this beam of light, there were two Hanxue family members. After seeing Meng Hao, they immediately got up and respectfully clasped their fists and bowed deeply.
Other people around also quieted down in an instant.
Meng Hao didn't speak, looking at the beam of light, his eyes fell on the first name.
"Master Meng, ninety-seven thousand five hundred and forty-two!"
And ranked second, with less than two thousand combat exploits. With such a gap, Meng Hao pondered for a moment, and then checked the items that could be exchanged for combat exploits.
There are exercises, magic weapons, pill, and some unique alchemy and refining materials of the Hanxue family, some of which Meng Hao was also excited after seeing it.
And the most important thing is that the combat exploits in exchange for these items are like a drop in the bucket compared with his combat exploits.
Just as Meng Hao pondered whether to replace them all, suddenly the beam of light flashed, and the items listed on it that could be exchanged for military exploits increased by four.
When these four things came out, there was an uproar around them, and the monks here stared at it.
"Jing thorn seed, one piece of 100,000 combat exploits!"
"The secret technique of the Dragon of the Hanxue family, a set of 200,000 battle exploits!"
"Five-star snow formation, fifty thousand battle exploits!"
"Feeding the demon pill, one hundred thousand exploits!"
Meng Hao's eyes flickered, and the cultivators all around were short of breath. They didn't know what Slong's secret method was, but they knew the thorn seed. After all, the strength and horror of the thorn in the previous battle were impossible for them to forget.
"There is also a five-star snow formation. This is a unique formation of the Hanxue family, which can be refined into a five-star magic light..."
When the monks were discussing these four weeks, Meng Hao was thoughtful. The thorn seed is a consumable item, but it is so powerful that Meng Hao is also shocked at this moment. This thing was given by Han Xueshan before, and if there is any afterwards, Meng Hao It's not difficult to get it.
But what he valued more was the five-star snow formation.
"Is it just those five-star flying vehicles above the city?" Meng Hao looked at the demon feeding pill in thought.
"What kind of pill is this?" Meng Hao smiled, he could naturally see that these items were deliberately taken out by the Hanxue family, and the purpose was nothing more than to attract his own attention.
"It seems that the previous battle has made this Hanxue family take more seriously." Thinking of this, Meng Hao simply didn't change those materials, but looked at the Hanxue tribe beside the beam of light.
"I don't know if I can owe military exploits here?" Meng Hao smiled. As soon as his words came out, the cultivators all around were taken aback. They all looked at Meng Hao. They had never thought that they could offer a credit.
This matter seems to have surpassed the bottom line, especially at the moment of the crisis in Saint Syracuse, and soon, these monks showed strange lights one by one.
The Hanxue family member who was questioned by Meng Hao was a middle-aged woman. She was taken aback for a moment and was a little at a loss. But at this moment, suddenly on the beam of light, after Meng Hao’s name, directly on the number of battle merits. There was more than 100,000, and it became more than 190,000.
Meng Hao's eyes lit up, his right hand raised a finger at the thing he valued in the beam of light, and the beam of light immediately shone, and two jade slips flew out of it after a short while, one was the five-star formation technique and the other was the monster feeding. Dan's prescription.
At this moment, the name of Meng Hao on the beam of light instantly disappeared from the first and appeared at the end. The military exploits on it suddenly became a negative number, which became a negative number of nearly fifty thousand.
Holding two jade slips, Meng Hao left the hall in the envy of the people around him, walked in the empty city, and returned to his courtyard.
Sitting cross-legged next to the lotus flower, looking down at Yujian, time slowly passed. At dusk, Meng Hao raised his head with a glint in his eyes.
"This formation is a bit weird, but unfortunately I don't understand the formation, but if you meet someone who has the knowledge of the formation, you can ask them to help set it up."
"What interests me the most is this demon feeding pill. This pill is not taken by monks, but by a different demon serviceman, which is a fierce beast." Meng Hao pondered for a moment, put the two jade slips away, and crossed his knees. Meditate and regain energy.
A few days later, the moon was scarce, and the night was quiet. The thorns outside the city became the last preventive measure. In the past few days, monk monks often came to tentatively, but they were all blocked out. Although there were not many casualties, they could be shocked. The effect is extremely obvious.
In the courtyard, Meng Hao, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his eyes, raised his right hand and pointed to the earth, and immediately surrounded by demonic energy, and instantly turned into a vague figure in front of Meng Hao. This figure gradually became clear and became After Meng Hao, he flew out in a flash.
In the eastern part of the city, on a remote street, there was no one around, but after a short while, a phantom appeared, and this phantom was Meng Hao.
He was walking on the street. After about half a time passed, in a remote corner, Meng Hao stopped and turned his head to look behind him.
"You have been following for a long time, when will you follow?"
"Friend Meng Dao is not only a master of alchemy, but spiritual sense is the strongest among the alchemy monks that Yan has seen, and it is faintly equivalent to Yan." A hoarse voice came out, and behind Meng Hao, a shadow was distorted. Showing Yan Song's figure, he looked at Meng Hao and smiled slightly.
"You only have a chance for three sentences." Meng Hao said lightly, and during the words, a sharp thorn suddenly appeared on the ground.
"Yan once obtained a secret scroll by chance, which recorded an ancient pill, the method of refining the spirit slashing pill. This pill can make people break through the slashing spirit and have a certain effect.
According to Yan's many years of investigation, this kind of inheritance of alchemy was in an area of West Desert. I had visited it once, but I couldn't get it with my own power.
I need the elixir skills of fellow Meng Daoist. If this matter is successful, this pill will be shared by all. "Yan Song didn't talk too much, and immediately spoke.
"With Meng's cultivation base, I'm not very interested in this pill." Meng Hao spoke lightly, turned and left.
"Friends of Meng Dao can think about this. With your alchemy knowledge, it is not difficult to break through the Nascent Soul. If you do not prepare in advance for Zhanling, it is difficult to cut your first sword if you only enlighten the Dao, and there is not only a pill in that area. Fang, there is even more finished Spirit Slashing Pill!" Yan Song said, with a wave of his right hand, a piece of wood flew out.
"This thing is one of the densely scrolled wooden slips. Fellow Meng Dao can check to make sure that my words are true or false. If you change your mind, you can also tell me with this thing at any time. That place is in West Desert, close to several tribes. Without my help, you can't If you hide the monk's breath, you will not be able to enter the West Desert." Yan Song glanced at Meng Hao, his figure gradually blurred and disappeared.