Chapter 1790 The chicken smells so good!
Hearing Gu Han's words.
The three thousand sword cultivators were thoughtful.
Especially the old sword cultivator who had been to Xuantian Domain, suddenly understood who the chicken master Gu Han mentioned was!
"It's it!"
"It's... it!!"
The excitement in his voice was even more than seeing Gu Han, the tenth generation sword master!
Xuantian Sword Sect.
Few but elite.
The conditions for being the Xuantian Sword Master are far less complicated and cumbersome than outsiders imagine. It is enough to meet two conditions.
First.
Selected by the previous generation of sword masters and awarded with sword talismans.
Second.
Get the recognition of Chongming.
In Xuantian Sword Sect, the sword master is the face, and also the most powerful and capable one, the best in Xuantian Domain, and the power is greater than that of the sect master.
However.
In Xuantian Sword Sect, and even in Xuantian Domain, the most transcendent position is not the sword master, let alone the Xuantian ancestor, but a chicken.
The sword art of the Xuantian lineage was born from the sword monument.
The prosperity of Xuantian Domain comes from the sword monument.
Even the sword symbol in Gu Han's hand is also a corner of the sword monument.
And the Xuantian Sword Monument.
But it is just Chongming's chicken coop.
Xuantian Patriarch, who was invincible in Xuantian Domain 100,000 years ago, was just Chongming's tool and breeder.
At this moment.
The blood-colored barrier has a tendency to be unstable again, as if Chongming has accumulated a wave of power and is constantly impacting it.
Correspondingly.
The sword symbol in Gu Han's hand trembles more and more violently, and the connection with Xuantian Patriarch's sword intent becomes more secretive.
"I! Kill you!"
The Lord of Zhenjian City has no time to pay attention to Chongming. The majestic demon power is pressed down again, and he is about to crush Gu Han and the sword symbol together!
Halfway through.
Suddenly, with a muffled groan, the demon power instantly disintegrated, and the shadow of the big demon also collapsed directly!
"This is impossible..."
The severe pain continued!
He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his body.
Suddenly, he found that the scattered sword intent was gathering together quickly!
"Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!!"
He stared at Gu Han, "How can you, a postnatal ant, drive his sword intent..."
"Didn't I say that?"
Gu Han said expressionlessly: "I am the head of Xuantian Sword, and the sword intent of the ancestor must also listen to me!"
As he spoke.
He slowly raised the sword talisman in his hand, and then quickly dropped it!
In an instant!
Under the cloak of the Zhenjian City Lord, a light suddenly lit up. Looking closely, it was a sword light!
Straight and simple.
There was no change at all, just like an ordinary "one".
"I..."
Bang!
Just after saying a word, the sword light suddenly flashed for a moment, and the figure of the Zhenjian City Lord suddenly disappeared!
This...
Everyone looked at me, I looked at you, a little confused.
That's it?
Gone?
That was the sword intention of Xuantian Patriarch, but it seems... there is no movement?
"Look!"
Suddenly, Lao Sun seemed to have discovered something, pointed to the sky, and his face was full of shock.
Hiss! !
Looking in the direction of the sound, everyone gasped in shock!
Above the sky.
I don't know when a thin line appeared.
Smooth and neat.
It looks like a "one".
Very thin, very straight, and very long...so long that it directly divides the entire sky into two!
I was shocked.
The ground under my feet also shook slightly.
"This is...hiss!!"
Subconsciously lowering their heads, everyone gasped on the spot before they had time to breathe!
Just like the sky.
A crack appeared on the ground, bottomless, and no one knew where it spread to. The crack was also smooth and neat.
It was also a "one"!
With the crack as the boundary.
The ground was actually slowly tilting to both sides, like a round cake cut in half.
Gurgle.
Everyone swallowed their saliva.
What does this mean?
They knew very well.
Zhenjian City, this huge city comparable to a super world, was actually shattered by this sword... directly cut in half!
Gu Han was also shocked.
This residual sword intent was much stronger than what he saw on the old turtle that day!
He was extremely sure.
The Xuantian Patriarch who slashed this sword that year must have reached the third step of the origin realm!
Then... what about now?
Bang!
Just thinking about it, a loud noise came again, and the blood-colored barrier without the suppression of the Zhenjian City Lord exploded instantly!
"It's so hot!"
A blazing intent that could melt everything emanated, accompanied by an excited shout, and a small figure, covered with colorful divine light, soared into the sky!
However.
Under the divine light, it was charred and bare, without a single divine feather, as if it had rolled several times in charcoal.
Look at the outline.
It was a chicken!
A burnt, half-cooked chicken!
As it appeared.
An indescribable fragrance spread throughout the field.
Gurgle!
The sound of swallowing saliva came one after another.
It smelled so good!!
Not only that.
The fragrance seemed to contain another mysterious breath that was almost invisible and hard for everyone to figure out!
After sniffing it a few times.
The three thousand sword cultivators felt that their injuries were recovering quickly!
Very quickly.
The sound of inhaling came one after another.
Not only them.
Even Gu Han couldn't help but sighed: "The immortal body smells so good when roasted. This is only half-cooked. If it's fully cooked..."
"Ahem... Junior Brother."
Yuan Zhengyang walked over and reminded in a low voice: "Pay attention to the words, that... is Ji Ye!"
"Yeah."
Gu Han nodded and said seriously: "Ji Ye smells so good!"
Yuan Zhengyang: "..."
Reminders are reminders.
He couldn't help but quickly inhaled a few breaths of the fragrance.
It's not greedy.
It's just because under the nourishment of that magical breath, the foundation he had destroyed before was constantly recovering!
"Asshole! Bold!"
Swish!
Chongming's charred body fell in front of him, and he scolded: "Shut up! Shut up! Stop inhaling! You are disrespecting Ji Ye!"
"Ji Ye."
Gu Han comforted: "It's not a big deal. It's a waste if you don't inhale anyway."
Chongming: "???"
Hearing this.
Everyone inhaled faster.
In just a few breaths, the mysterious aura had quickly faded and was completely absorbed by them.
Scolding is scolding.
Chongming did not forcefully stop them.
It also understood in its heart.
These auras tainted with immortality had a great effect on these sword cultivators, especially Yuan Zhengyang.
"Alas..."
It sighed, "It was Master Ji who harmed you. Back then, I shouldn't have gone to find Gouzi."
"I'll find a way to deal with Senior Brother Yuan's matter."
Gu Han immediately said, "Even if I search all over the heavens and the worlds, I will find a way to make him recover... On the contrary, Master Ji, you have turned a disaster into a blessing this time."
"Blessing?"
Chongming stared at him.
"Where is the blessing?"
It pointed to its body, which was bald and black, a little darker than Xiao Hei's hair.
"Master Ji."
Gu Han disagreed, "Although you are bald, you have become stronger."
Chongming: "..."
