After experiencing the Battle of the North Sea, especially Meng Hao was reborn in the lake. The dead energy on his body had dissipated completely. At this moment, he was walking in the wind and snow, and no death energy was heard.

The black air that had been entangled with Meng Hao for almost a month finally stopped surrounding Meng Hao, making Meng Hao slowly calm in the wind and snow.

Seeing the wind and snow getting heavier, it seems to be the biggest and last snow of the year. The snowflakes are unwilling to be distant by the changes of the seasons, so they must shed the fullest on this day.

It fell all over Meng Hao's body until on the Daqing Mountain, in the crack where Meng Hao was taken away, Meng Hao sat cross-legged inside, silently watching the wind and snow outside, and whimpering in his ears.

It's late at night.

The night sky is divided by snowflakes, and there is no sign of stars or moon. Only endless flying snow seems to cover the entire world.

There was a fire in front of Meng Hao. At this moment, the fire was on fire. The light of the fire was still bright and dark, which made Meng Hao's face flash. Meng Hao sat there silently, silently.

It's almost four years.

It has been almost four years since I entered the Koushan Sect and now, Meng Hao has become a young man from the time of his life, and is already twenty years old.

After a long time, Meng Hao looked down at his hands. The hands were clean without any dirt, but what Meng Hao clearly saw was the blood on his hands.

In the past four years, he killed more than one person. From the beginning to the irritability of his heart, he could not be considered numb yet, but he could accept it and adapt. It seemed that there was an invisible force of heaven and earth that was quietly changing everything about Meng Hao, changing his soul, changing his life, and changing his future.

"What will I turn into in the end..." Meng Hao looked up at Fengxue outside the cave, and he had no answer.

Time passed slowly, and when dawn was approaching, the world was pitch black, only the whimpering wind was always there, and only the cold snow flew, and the fire in front of Meng Hao gradually extinguished, causing the entire cave to be swallowed by darkness in an instant.

In this darkness, a feeling of loneliness gradually emerged in her heart, growing bigger and bigger until she drowned his body.

"Dad, mom, where are you..." Meng Hao murmured softly, thinking of his parents, very much, very much.

"Little fat man, what are you doing now?" After a long time, Meng Hao sighed lightly, and the cracking movements of the little fat man grinding his teeth gradually appeared in his mind.

"Senior Sister Xu, Senior Brother Chen, you are in the Southern Region... but it's okay..." Meng Hao looked at the dark night outside the cave, as if he could see the world of the Southern Region, and his eyes gradually showed his fascination.

"Reading a hundred books and traveling thousands of miles... One day I will leave Zhao State and go to the Southern Region." A firm intention appeared in Meng Hao's eyes, but he thought that Zhao State was on the edge of the Southern Region and wanted to reach the core of the Southern Region, but the distance was too far.

He still remembers that on the map of the entire Nanshan Land he saw, there was endless wilderness between the State of Zhao and the core of the Southern Region, and there were several countries in between.

With Meng Hao's cultivation level, he often relies on the power of sliding, and it is estimated that he will have to walk for a long time.

"Unless you can become a foundation-building monk!" Meng Hao's eyes were like igniting bright light. What a powerful desire contained in that brilliance, his persistence in flying in the sky for a long time, and his longing for foundation-building.

"Only one can be considered a true monk after entering the foundation-building cultivation level, and his life span can reach 150 years old." The word "Yangsheng" is too far away for Meng Hao at this moment. Only the older person will desire it more. As for Meng Hao, he will not care about it now. What he cares about is how to live safely.

Unless you are willing to be ordinary, you must have the qualifications and cultivation to endure and live.

Meng Hao took a deep breath. When dawn broke out in the outside world, Meng Hao took out Ding Xin's storage bag, opened it and glanced, and a gleam immediately appeared in his eyes.

"I am worthy of being a disciple of the sect. I have such wealth before I reach the foundation-building cultivation level." Meng Hao saw about seven or eight thousand spirit stones in this storage bag, and in addition to that big black bow.

The bow was taken out by Meng Hao. When he took it away, his whole body was cold and slightly pulled open. He immediately felt the spiritual energy of the world around him, and it seemed that some of it was absorbed.

At the same time, in this storage bag, Meng Hao also saw nearly a hundred black sharp arrows, each with symbols engraved on it, putting away the arrows and bows. Meng Hao's eyes swept over the storage bag. In addition to the spirit stones and this magic weapon, there were also several medicine bottles and some miscellaneous tokens.

Most of the medicine bottles were empty, only one of the small bottles was sealed. After Meng Hao took them out, he shook them. He heard the sound of elixir rolling from the bottle. He moved his heart and slapped the sealing wax open. Suddenly, a strong medicine fragrance hit his face instantly, and the entire cave was filled with the medicine fragrance.

This level of medicine fragrance even surpasses the Tianling Pill, and even surpasses Meng Hao's best storing pill now. They can't even compare it with each other. The comparison between fireflies and bright moon may be exaggerated, but they give Meng Hao the most intuitive feeling, one is like a sapling and the other is like a big tree.

"This is..." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, his breathing was slightly rapid, and he poured the pill in the bottle on the palm of his hand. It was a pill the size of a thumb cap. The whole body was in the color of amber. The fragrance of medicine was emitted from the warm yellow, and there was even a huge spiritual power spreading, allowing people to see the extraordinaryness of the pill at a glance.

Meng Hao stared at the pill, suddenly slapped the storage bag, and immediately took out the ancient jade he bought in Baizhen Pavilion. There were more cracks in the ancient jade, but Meng Hao didn't care. He picked up the ancient jade and pressed it on his eyebrows, and the spiritual energy immediately rolled away.

After a moment, the ancient jade shattered and turned into ashes and dissipated, Meng Hao opened his eyes, and a strong sense of excitement appeared in his eyes.

"Basic Building Pill! This is a foundation-building pill with indescribable value!" Meng Hao was heartbroken, and he grabbed the foundation-building pill in his palm. His heart beat faster and it took him a while to recover.

There are many reasons for Ding Xin's unwillingness before his death because of this foundation-building pill, which was refined by his master himself, so that when he was walking outside, he was originally the nine levels of Qi Condensation. Once some fortune can impact the foundation-building realm at any time, so he was left to him and swallowed at critical moments.

Even in the Southern Region sect, there are not many foundation-building pills, and even fewer are scattered to each disciple. This kind of elixir demand is extremely high, so even if there are many, there will be in short supply. After all, there are still not many people who can build a foundation, and most of them need about three or two. If some people with ordinary qualifications are loved by the elders of the sect, five or six pills are possible at any cost.

Moreover, the preciousness of the foundation-building pill is also related to the three dangerous places. Among them, the two necessary herbs for refining this pill, and only the three dangerous places can grow.

Ding Xin had a good master, which made him have a special status in Ziyun Sect, and also made him give him a foundation-building pill alone by his master at the ninth level of Qi Condensation. Even if he did not succeed, his master would definitely succeed at any cost when he returned to the sect.

Meng Hao let go of his palm, picked up the foundation-building pill, and observed it carefully. Soon his eyes condensed and saw a strange mark engraved on the foundation-building pill.

The mark was like a shrinking grimace, expressionless and full of seriousness, which made people feel like being stared at by the grimace when they looked. Meng Hao felt a little moved inside and observed it for a long time before he was sure that this was not a magical mark, but was simply engraved on the pill, like a sign.

Holding the foundation-building pill, Meng Hao hesitated. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and put away the pill, the snow outside was already weak. Chu Yang raised his head, and Meng Hao took a step and appeared under his feet, holding him out and immediately slid towards the cold wind.

"If you want to break through the eighth level of Qi Condensation and become the nineth level of Qi Condensation, it requires too many spirit stones. These spirit stones cannot be completed in a short time with my own acquisition. Only by selling some things can you get them quickly." Meng Hao's eyes flashed, and he slapped the storage bag with his right hand, and immediately added another jade slip, put it between his eyebrows and looked carefully.

This jade slip is a disciple of Fenghan Sect. It contains several cultivators in the Zhao State's cultivation world. Meng Hao saw Dongxiu City in it, but he was unwilling to go to this city again. After a while, he chose to be a little distance from here, but it was not within the control of the three major sects, but a relatively chaotic place for cultivators to gather.

"Tianhefang." Meng Hao murmured in a low voice, his eyes flashed when he looked up, and he made sure to pay attention. The speed of sliding was taking advantage of the wind to go away quickly.

In the direction of the vast world of the world, there was a forbidden formation, and a city existed in an area that mortals could not see.

The city was all black, and some monks in black stood coldly at the top of the city, their eyes swept across the earth and looked at the people entering and leaving.

Tianhefang, there was no such place three hundred years ago, but nearly three hundred years ago, an old monster appeared here. This person had a pill cultivation and amazing magical weapons. He created this city in Zhao, and then went into seclusion in this city. Now, three hundred years have passed, no one knows whether this person is alive or dead, and it would be fine if he dies. If he survives, unless he survives with the pill that increases life span, he will definitely have become a baby.

Now the one who controls this city is his descendants, who call himself the ancestor of Tianhe, and does not invade each other with the three major sects of Zhao State. Therefore, there is no forced order, which makes the place gradually become lively, and most of the three religions and the nine streams come here.

A few days later, a person came outside the city gate of Tianhefang. The man was wearing a black robe and a hat on his head. His face was covered, making people unable to see clearly, and even his body looked slightly bloated.

Although this kind of dress is strange, it is not eye-catching in Tianhefang. The place is messy and people of all identities have it. Naturally, there are many things that are unwilling to be known or recognized by familiar people. Therefore, such dressing like humans is not uncommon.

He is Meng Hao.
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