Gu Han swallowed.
He couldn't hold himself any longer.
No wonder!
Although Zuo Yang and Yu Miao looked ordinary on the surface, they always gave him a feeling of being unfathomable and incomprehensible. Even... even the way of practice was very different from that of ordinary monks!
turn out to be.
She turned out to be a saint son and a saint!
That makes sense!
"Why!"
Murong Yuan almost lost his composure.
"Isn't it good to be a Holy Son?"
No one knows better than him what the meaning of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter is. It is the foundation of a Holy Land. The person who is likely to win the position of Holy Lord in the future is an existence that countless monks need to look up to and envy!
this……
Is it inappropriate to say that it is inappropriate?
"You do not understand."
Zuo Yang shook his head.
"The world is big and the chef is the biggest! This is my ideal!"
"..."
Murong Yuan was speechless.
I talk to you about the future, and you talk to me about your ideals.
this……
Completely unable to communicate!
"Senior brother."
Gu Han blinked.
"Then...how did you get out? Didn't they always take you back?"
"Thanks to Senior Sister."
Zuo Yang had a look of emotion on his face.
"She tasted my roasted meat and listened to my ideals, so she decided to take me with her. I don't know what method she used. Anyway, the Holy Lord didn't stop me, but when I left...his
His face is very dark."
"..."
Everyone was speechless.
The Holy Son has been abducted by others, how can he not have a dark face?
"so."
Zuo Yang smiled.
"When Senior Sister comes back, they will look good! Besides, there is a difference between a Holy Land and a Holy Land. This Holy Land of All Transformations, at first glance, seems to have insufficient foundation. It is far different from my Holy Land. Don't take it to heart!"
"I knew it earlier."
Murong Yan looked envious.
"I won't go to Yuqingzong, but to Fengwuyuan."
after all.
Who would have thought.
How could a small force that was so dilapidated that almost everyone forgot and despised it have such a big background?
"You can not."
Zuo Yang shook his head.
"You can't meet the requirements of Senior Sister."
Murong Yan...
"Senior brother."
Gu Han looked curious.
"Even if the saint son and saint girl say to take her away, our senior sister has a very strong background?"
"Maybe."
"should?"
"then."
Zuo Yang thought for a while.
"After I left the Holy Land, I was brought here by Senior Sister. Not long after, Junior Sister also came. We don't know the specific situation, and we have never asked. Is it a cook? He can just cook the food. He doesn't care about that much.
What to do! If you want to know, you can ask Senior Sister in person when she comes back."
"..."
Gu Han stopped talking.
He felt that both Zuo Yang and Yu Miao had big hearts, very big!
"That's it!"
Murong Yuan was relieved.
"If that's the case, then my worries are unnecessary."
"It's just a pity."
"The secret realm collapsed, and the treasure liquid..."
"Baoye?"
Gu Han then remembered and took out the white jade bottle, "Except for the part consumed by Jiang Xuan, the rest should be here."
Although……
This may be the only treasure left in the Northern Territory of the Eastern Wasteland, but the friendship is even more priceless, so he will naturally not choose to take it all for himself.
"this……"
Murong Yan was stunned.
"Where did you come from?"
"Given by Master Chicken."
Gu Han chuckled and said, "It's just right. Let's split it up immediately. It's just the right time to use it to break through!"
…
South of the Savage Forest.
Beyond the endless wilderness.
Here, very few people dare to set foot, and it is a part of the forbidden area that is regarded as a restricted area of life.
It is different from the prosperity within the territory.
The spiritual power here is sparse and scattered, and it is dead silent. There are almost no living things. The only vegetation is a strange gray-brown color. A layer of thick and mysterious mist that cannot be broken has shrouded it all year round, as if there is life.
Under the twists and turns, several ghost cries could be heard from time to time, making the forbidden area even more eerie.
Amidst the drifting mist.
Bones can be seen everywhere.
Judging from the appearance, there are humans, some monsters, and more of them are weird and unnamed races. A few bones still retain a faint aura, obviously they were not weak in life.
"Pooh!"
now.
The mist is drifting away.
An unbelievably beautiful big rooster flew through the air, complaining endlessly, and seemed particularly out of place in the quiet forbidden area.
"I'm so exhausted, Mr. Chicken!"
"No one is good, they all want to trick Master Ji!"
"..."
Cursing and cursing.
It keeps moving forward.
That layer of strange mist that seemed to be able to dissolve all living things seemed to have no impact on it at all.
I don’t know how much time passed.
It slowly fell down and stopped in front of a simple thatched hut.
Call it simple.
They are all praising it.
This hut is only surrounded by four curved gray-brown wooden stakes, with a dozen similarly curved, slightly thinner wooden sticks placed on top, and is scatteredly covered with a layer of withered grass, which serves as a roof.
Not so much a hut.
It's better to say it's a shack.
outside room.
Dozens of dead branches twisted in a circle, barely forming a fence.
In the courtyard.
An old man with white beard and hair, a stooped waist, and a face full of grooves, who looked a little frail, stood there quietly, holding a polished wooden stick in his hand, and quietly looked at the strange fog outside.
Said it was watching.
But his eyes were closed.
"came back?"
As if aware of the movement outside, he didn't look back and smiled.
"Thanks for your hard work."
"snort!"
Chongming walked in from the outside angrily.
"Say it first!"
"Next time something like this happens, I won't even kill Chicken Master!"
"Not anymore."
The old man sighed.
"This is the last time."
Said.
He suddenly started coughing violently. Every time he coughed, his waist stooped a little, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper.
"you……"
Chongming seemed to be well aware of his situation.
There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"How long can I last?"
"Ahem..."
The old man coughed for a long time before he stopped, and stroked the wooden stick in his hand with his big, skinny hands.
"Not many days left."
"Wait a minute, Mr. Chicken!"
As soon as Chongming gets angry, he will go out.
"I'll go inside again!"
"No."
The old man shook his head.
"That thing is actually not very useful to me. It will barely survive for a few years, but it is of no use at all. Besides, it was just a fluke that you came out last time, but it may not be the case this time."
"..."
Chongming stopped talking.
then.
The man in front of me is so handsome, so talented, and yet so aloof and arrogant!
But now...
But it turned out like this!
"or……"
After a while.
It spoke again, with a hint of trembling in its voice.
"Let's go back and take a look?"
"Won't come back."
"Don't you want to see her again?"
"..."
It was the old man's turn to be silent.
His withered face suddenly had a look of reminiscence.
A genius.
A stunning city.
The pair that everyone admired were now separated by an endless distance, and it had become a luxury to hope to see each other again.
"forget it."
After a while.
He shook his head slightly.
"If I show up, I will definitely bring her a lot of trouble. Besides, I look like a ghost now... It's better not to meet her than not!"
"Pity."
He stroked the stick with some regret.
"How glorious the Xuantian lineage is, but now it is about to be ruined in my hands. I am ashamed of my ancestor, I am ashamed of... those fellow disciples who died!"
"That bastard!"
Chongming suddenly cursed loudly.
"My disciples, disciples, and grandsons have all been slaughtered by others, and I'm still in the mood to hang out outside!"
"Chicken Lord."
The old man's tone was a little serious.
"That's the ancestor."
"hehe."
Chongming sneered.
"When he met Mr. Ji, he was still a scoundrel-headed boy! So what if I scolded him a few times?"
"..."
The old man stopped talking.
Chongming's seniority is too high, and he is indeed qualified to say such things.
"It's not broken!"
Sudden.
Chongming spoke again, staring at him closely, his eyes more serious than ever.
"The Xuantian Sword Head is here!"
"The Xuantian lineage will always be there!"
"Sword head?"
Hearing this title that only existed in his memory, the old man seemed a little uncomfortable.
"The world of mortals is over, how can I still be called the head of the sword?"
"The sword is broken."
Chongming shook his head.
"But you're still here!"
"The Xuantian Sword Head has always been passed down from generation to generation. You have to hold on until you find the next sword head!"
"Speak of it."
It thought about it.
"This time I went, I found a good seedling..."
This chapter has been completed!