Xiao Ziyang looked at the snow-white city under his feet, thought for a moment, stretched out his hand and wiped it on his face, his face was three inches long, and his neatly trimmed beard fell one after another. A cold and handsome face was revealed.

He had planned to quietly retreat from the far side of the city gate, avoiding the eyes and ears of mortals, and then walk into the city. But he saw that some monks swaggered and landed at the gate of the city, and the mortals who entered and left the city only bowed down and saluted from a distance, and did not panic. It turns out that there are a lot of monks in this Snow City, and they don't shy away from mortals when they cast spells, and the mortals in the city have long been surprised.

He did the same, removing the cover of the invisible retreat, and pressing the light at the gate of the city.

Entering the city, Xiao Ziyang waved a carriage and instructed the coachman, "Go to the largest inn in the city." ”

The coachman had already seen the warriors guarding the city gate, kneeling down and saluting Xiao Ziyang, and he didn't know that he was a monk. With excitement on his face, he lifted the curtain of the car for Xiao Ziyang, proudly glanced at the envious peers next to him, whipped the horse, and walked along the wide avenue towards the city.

Xiao Ziyang sat in the car, lifted the curtains, and looked at the buildings along the way with interest. The area of Snow City is not large, the radius is only ten miles, and it is not as big as a county town in Xiliang Kingdom.

The buildings in Syracuse are all made of jade and white stone, and the ground is extremely clean. It looks beautiful.

After a stick of incense, the carriage stopped in front of a tall building with a width of more than 100 zhang and a height of more than 9 floors and 30 zhang.

Xiao Ziyang threw the coachman a grassland gold coin and walked towards the tall building, but he heard the hurried footsteps behind him, and after the meeting, the coachman chased after him.

He frowned and asked, "What, isn't one gold coin enough for the fare?"

The coachman held the gold coin in front of Xiao Ziyang with both hands, and said, "Being able to carry the immortal master into the city is a blessing from the little three-life cultivation, how dare you accept the money from the immortal master!"

Xiao Ziyang smiled slightly when he heard this: "That's it, reward you, you can take it, can I still get back the money I gave him!" After that, he ignored the coachman, turned around and walked towards the tall building again.

The coachman stood in place and anxiously looked at Xiao Ziyang, who was gradually moving away, wanting to chase after him, but he didn't dare, and sighed heavily, and put away the gold coins in great frustration.

The grassland people worship immortal cultivators very much, and the grassland people in Snow City are even more so, all of them are proud of the immortal master's service, so the coachman had no choice but to accept Xiao Ziyang's bounty, and he felt very guilty in his heart.

Xiao Ziyang was naturally not in the mood to care about the joys and sorrows of a coachman, he came to the high-rise building, looked up at the plaque on the huge portal, the text on the plaque is a zigzag grassland text, which means "Muxian Building", which is very elegant.

At this time, Xiao Er hurriedly greeted him, "Distinguished guest, please come in!"

As Xiao Er entered the building, he was greeted by a huge hall, which was sparsely packed with no less than a hundred tables, most of which were occupied by guests, all of whom were richly dressed and behaved elegantly. The hall was quiet.

Xiao Er asked Xiao Ziyang again: "Distinguished guest, are you dining or staying in the hotel?"

Xiao Ziyang said: "Stay in the hotel and arrange a quiet courtyard for me." ”

"Okay, come with me!"

As Xiao Er walked through the hall, he came to a very chic garden, which is different from the rockery and flowing water of the Xiliang Garden and the weeping willows in the garden, this garden is planted with tall pines and cypresses, and the green trees are shady, walking in it, it is like walking into the forest, which is very quiet.

Xiao Er took Xiao Ziyang to a small courtyard hidden among the trees. Xiao Ziyang was satisfied and threw Xiao Er a gold coin and sent him away.

After Xiao Er left, Xiao Ziyang patted the storage bag and took out a communication talisman. As soon as the mana was urged, a faint aura flashed on the spirit rune. He began to whisper to the runes.

In the depths of the Great Snow Mountain, in an immortal mansion for the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain Sect to live in, Agudamu was sitting cross-legged and meditating, slowly running the Fa Decision, turning the mana in his body into true yuan bit by bit.

Suddenly, a slight wave of mana came from the storage bag around his waist. Agudamu slowly stopped the mana as if he had expected it.

He didn't immediately take out the messenger in the storage bag that was still vibrating slightly, but looked ahead in a daze, with a trace of sadness on his slightly immature face. After hesitating for a while, he seemed to muster up enough courage to take out the teleportation talisman that shimmered with a faint spiritual light from the storage bag.

He raised his hand and punched a magic duel into the spirit rune, and a familiar voice came out that made his heart full of flavors.

A moment later, he let out a long sigh of relief as he listened to the instructions from the messenger.

It turned out that Xiao Ziyang just let himself take one of his distant nephews into the mountain gate of Daxue Mountain in the name of serving his own life.

It's not that hard. Each inner disciple of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, according to his cultivation, could select a different number of low-level monks from the tribal temple where he was born to enter the sect and serve him.

Although Agudamu was a little strange why Xiao Ziyang didn't personally lead his sons and nephews to the entrance, he thought about it, maybe the number of low-level monks led by Xiao Ziyang was full.

Moreover, a Qi cultivation period cultivator, even if he has a ghost in his heart, he can't set off too much wind and waves, and it will affect him too deeply.

Although he was still apprehensive in his heart, Agudamu, whose life and death were in the hands of Xiao Ziyang, could only try to think about the good to comfort himself.

Replying to Xiao Ziyang to the messenger, he would arrive as soon as possible, he hurried out of the Immortal Mansion and flew towards the mountain gate.

After Xiao Ziyang received the reply, he took out the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner again, and used him to get the powder smoke from Agudamu's body, and carefully probed his mood. After half a ring, he breathed a sigh of relief and put away the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags.

This matter cannot be allowed for him to be careless, once it is exposed in the Great Snow Mountain, then he will definitely die without a place to be buried!

After putting away the Ten Thousand Ghost Flags, Xiao Ziyang silently used the secret method to transform the first-grade Chaos Spirit Root into a seventh-grade Fire Human Spirit Root. He also converted a trace of purple jade true yuan into fire-based mana. Shrink the remaining Purple Jade True Yuan into a small ball and wrap it in fire-based mana.

The Purple Jade True Yuan is originally a rare chaotic qi cultivation in the world, and the existing spells in the cultivation realm are extremely difficult to detect, plus introverted, condensed, and concealed, which are the characteristics of the Purple Jade True Yuan itself. At this time, even if he was a monk in the late stage of Jindan, he could only see that Xiao Ziyang was a seventh-grade fire-based human spiritual root monk who practiced qi and forging bones.

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