Hearing what Huniu said, Qishuang and Yuan were both startled and stopped them quickly, fearing that Ling Han would really get mad and roast the beast eggs and eat them.
As long as it is hatched, it will become an ancestor king in the future, which can be said to be equivalent to an ancestor weapon with self-awareness!
How precious?
Ling Han couldn't help but laugh, even if Qishuang and Yuan hadn't stopped him, he wouldn't have taken out the war beast eggs for Hu Niu to eat.
"Hey, this egg doesn't taste good."
After some persuasion, Huniu reluctantly gave up the idea of eating eggs.
They went back, made some preparations, and then set off to turn around.
Ling Han asked Qishuang and Yuan for leave in the name of traveling around the world.
This made the two of them very embarrassed. Ling Han won the first place in the master list, which was a great honor for Baizhan Academy. Of course, there would be a special celebration after returning. The two of them were good leaders, so naturally it was related to their faces.
It was a great honor, but if Ling Han didn't go back, the effect would be greatly reduced.
They persuaded them in every possible way, but Ling Han made up his mind. After all, his strength was there. Even if Qishuang and Yuan were violent, he could break out of the encirclement calmly.
Ling Han did not hatch the war beast eggs, but first retreated and meditated, completely digesting the insights from the battle with Huijian. Three days later, he went to the Sunset Mountains for an appointment.
Jing Zhongyue was already waiting there, one man and one sword, magnificent and unparalleled.
The nearby mountains were also full of people, and some even had no place to stand and could only fly in the air.
"You're late!" Jing Zhongyue said dissatisfiedly when she saw Ling Han coming.
"People are so popular now. There are so many people coming here to say hello. I feel embarrassed if I don't reply. I'm afraid that people will say I'm famous and have a big air, so I'm late." Ling Han said with a smile.
Jing Zhongyue's pretty face darkened. This guy was really talking nonsense. She could clearly see clearly that Ling Han didn't say hello to anyone all the way here. He was clearly messing with her.
She snorted, vibrated the long sword, and said: "My sword is a Jiulian-level treasure. You can also use the weapon, so as not to say that I am bullying others."
"Okay." Ling Han nodded and took out the Immortal Demon Sword unceremoniously. He shook it gently in his hand, and the sword suddenly let out a long roar, as if an invincible king was issuing a warning.
Suddenly, the glazed sword in Jing Zhongyue's hand twisted like a snake, as if it had encountered a terrifying demon and was trembling in fear.
Jing Zhongyue was shocked. This was her treasure, connected to her mind. She felt that the sword in her hand was afraid, and the object of fear was the sword in Ling Han's hand.
Damn, are you already scared before the fight even starts?
Jing Zhongyue was angry and frightened. She quickly raised her sword and wanted to fight forcefully.
Snap, a crack appeared in the middle of the sword in her hand, then expanded rapidly, and then broke into two.
this!
Jing Zhongyue was completely speechless. Her glazed sword broke into pieces out of fear of the sword in Ling Han's hand!
I would rather break myself than dare to fight. What kind of oppression is this?
"Ancestral weapon!" She said with difficulty. Only the ancestral weapon can suppress the Nine Lotus Treasure Weapon, and it is not even qualified to fight.
Is this a yarn?
She was no match for Ling Han with her bare hands. She originally wanted to win back the victory with the help of a treasure weapon, but the result was even worse. She was defeated before even fighting.
This guy must be so lucky, he actually owns an ancestral weapon!
Ling Han shook his sword lightly and said with a smile: "Do you still want to fight?"
Jing Zhongyue had nothing to say, turned around, fluttered her wings and left.
Unless she can get an ancestral artifact, she will be unable to fight against Ling Han. The question is, how precious is the ancestral artifact? Who will lend it to her, let alone get it?
It's better to wait until she becomes the ancestral king, otherwise she will always be suppressed by Ling Han's ancestral weapon and will never be able to stand up.
Everyone in the mountain was speechless. Who would have thought that the fight between dragons and tigers that they originally expected would end in this way.
Ling Han put away the Immortal Demon Sword and left slowly.
Returning to his residence, Ling Han decided to first identify the owner of the war beast egg with blood, and then let it hatch slowly. He would wander around in the foreign land again, and when he had accumulated enough, he would break through and ascend to the source.
In the black tower, he held the war beast egg in his left hand and bit the index finger of his right hand with his teeth. Blood immediately dripped and sprinkled on the war beast egg.
He thought silently in his mind while dipping his finger in blood and drawing on the egg.
This is a talisman that can help him connect with this beast egg and form a master-servant ceremony with the life inside.
After the symbol was drawn, a terrifying force suddenly rushed toward Ling Han, as if an extremely terrifying beast opened its mouth towards him.
Ling Han found himself in a dark space, with neither the sky nor the ground, only nothingness. But soon a huge creature appeared in front of him, in the shape of a beast, but it only stood on the ground with its two feet.
The legs are long and strong, taking up more than half of its body, but the two front paws are pitifully small and huddled on the chest.
However, its mouth is really huge, and the two rows of teeth exposed look like they were made of blades, emitting a cold light.
What kind of monster is this?
Ling Han could only say that he knew too little about exotic species, but one thing was certain, this beast was not simple.
Bang, bang, bang, the monster moved its legs, like a human being, and rushed towards Ling Han. It opened its mouth, boom, and erupted with a terrifying sound wave, rushing towards Ling Han.
Ling Han suddenly realized in his heart that he was just a spiritual body now, and the monster opposite him was also from the war beast that had not yet hatched.
He is worthy of being destined to become the ancestor king. He is extremely fierce and possesses unparalleled power even before he is born.
It is not willing to be enslaved by Ling Han, so it starts a fierce battle with Ling Han in this spiritual world. If it can severely injure Ling Han, it can become the master, Ling Han is the slave, and it is the master!
This kind of master-slave contract is inherently two-way, and the stronger is respected!
Ling Han couldn't help but laugh. This war beast was indeed destined to become the ancestor king, but he was the one who wanted to become the heavenly king.
He faced it without fear, his whole body burning with endless ferocious flames. When it came to killing, who was he afraid of?
Bang!
One man and one beast came up against each other, and there was a solid collision, and then they all bounced away.
This is a spiritual confrontation and has nothing to do with physical fitness.
The war beast was born for fighting and was mad for fighting. Although it had not been born yet, its ferocious power was overwhelming. It immediately ran back with its two big feet, opened its big mouth, and bit Ling Han's neck.
Ling Han's body was astonishing, and his soul was not much inferior. He roared back with the same roar, and his attack was like rain.
Bang bang bang, one man and one beast were fighting fiercely.
The war beast is extremely ferocious. It opens its mouth and bites wildly. Although its claws are small, its destructive power is extremely shocking. A single touch can seriously injure Ling Han.
This is a mental body. There will be no obvious injuries, but it will make them weak.
If anyone is weakened to the extreme first, the core of his soul will be exposed, and the seeds of enslavement will be easily planted.
Of course, Ling Han was not inferior, and he waved his angry fists repeatedly, which also made the war beast roar again and again, and its figure quickly faded away.