Mo Han caught two pheasants and picked some wild fruits, and set up a bonfire by the ancient well to support the soup pot to boil water, and the water had already boiled after plucking and washing.

Pour the cut pheasant and wild fruit into the pot and simmer over low heat, and the sweet and fragrant aroma wafts out.

Since leaving the desert Shaqi has not eaten any more food, Mo Han can always make different delicacies from local materials, and it is the only taste in the world. Compared with the unchanged life in the desert, she still likes to eat different flavors of game and see different scenery with Mo Han every day. In a short period of time, I have experienced great joy, anger and sorrow that ordinary people have never experienced, but there is always an indescribable feeling in my heart, and it is not described as simple happiness and satisfaction.

The past is like a cloud, and she doesn't know if it will come, and now she just wants to taste Mo Han's new delicacy that subverts ordinary food practices.

"Brother Mo Han has cooked it?"

Sha Qi squatted beside the bonfire to add firewood, the fire reflected on her face, and the ruby on the headband on her forehead flickered, like a holy fairy seriously stirring up the red dust and fireworks.

"Wait a minute, don't lift the lid?!" Mo Han told Sha Qi again, "I'll go find something." ”

"Oh!"

Mo Han and Phantom Feather glanced at each other, Phantom Feather smiled and nodded.

Phantom Yu understood that Mo Han asked her to take care of Sha Qi, and she did not sit quietly and hang in the air anymore, and her steps did not step on the dust. is also like an ordinary woman in the world stepping on the dust and walking lightly. When he squatted down, he would also close the placket of the red yellow robe, and watch the bonfire with Sha Qi and smell the sweet and strong fragrance, imagining the tender meat and fragrant soup.

Mo Han first went to the front hall to feed the saber-toothed beast a few feeding pills, a bottle full of dozens of pills, and now it shook the empty one. There are few monsters here, and the animals are pheasants, wild sheep, deer, tigers and leopards, etc., which is not enough for it to stuff its teeth. The saber-toothed beast is now larger, and it costs more to fly to evolve into wings. Fortunately, I poured out all the feeding pills in the bottle.

"And then!" Mo Han tossed.

The saber-toothed beast stretched out its head and swallowed it in an instant, crunching and chewing. Finally saw its praising eyes, atmospheric!

Mo Han walked to the apse, looking for the kitchen along the road to find dishes and chopsticks. The status of Phantom Feather is so high that he can be a bodyguard for free, no matter how he says it, he has to take care of the food.

At the end of the row of houses on the right was found a small kitchen, and the pot on the earthen stove had been removed, leaving only a round hole in the dark.

After looking around, he found a coarse porcelain bowl, there was still a gap in the mouth of the bowl, and he saw that there was still a crack in the gap in the firelight in his hand, and Mo Han estimated that there should be no leakage of soup.

A saint who is not contaminated with red dust eats in a coarse porcelain bowl with a missing mouth, alas, a different scenery.

Mo Han secretly decided that he must spend 100 gold to buy a complete set of expensive tableware to bring with him, which is too cold.

When I returned to the ancient well, I saw that Sha Qi had begun to lift the lid, and shouted excitedly: "Okay!"

Mo Han washed the porcelain bowl he found, flew up and polished the dry branches as chopsticks.

Sha Qi used her own coarse porcelain bowl to make a bowl of pheasant meat and wild fruit soup for Phantom Yu, and gave her a spoon as well.

She also filled a bowl in a porcelain bowl with a missing mouth, and ate it contentedly with chopsticks that still had a woody scent. The meat is fresh and tender, the flesh is fragrant, and the soup is fragrant and sweet when you snort.

Every time she begged Mo Han to eat with her, Mo Han would let them eat the barbecue she was concentrating on first. Because the pot is too small to hold three bowls, Sha Qi doesn't want to embarrass Mo Han, and what Phantom Yu said is right, maybe he will be happier.

Mo Han grilled the meat for them to eat, and ate the meat and drank the soup and fruit meat specially left by Sha Qi, which was sweet and rich in the mouth, smacking his lips, it was really delicious in the world.

Mo Han said that if he was not chased and killed in the future, he would go to open a restaurant, and with this skill, business would be booming.

Sha Qi clapped excitedly, she was going to be the proprietress to drink and collect the bills.

Phantom Feather smiled and said that diners are all living beings in the world.

Mo Han shook his head, how big is this pot, it is still honest to coax his wife and children in the Mo clan.

Extinguished the bonfire, washed the dishes and chopsticks, and took advantage of the moonlight to meet the hut.

Phantom Feather glanced to the northwest, and Mo Han knew that she wasn't looking at the moon.

Mo Han went back to the house and lit the oil lamp, and Phantom Yu returned to the next room and sat on the bed on a hovering plate, which was more quiet than the moonlight that spilled in obliquely.

Sha Qi lay on her side on the bed and looked at Mo Han, who was leaning back on the chair and telling interesting things in front of her, and only when she looked at him did she fall asleep peacefully.

When Sha Qi fell asleep, Mo Han stared at the windless flames and muttered, "I'd rather stay at the grave at night than live in the ancient temple." ”

Ghosts, demons and gods are not terrible, but what they are afraid of is that people's hearts are unpredictable!

Mo Han walked out of the hut and gently closed the door.

A golden energy barrier enveloped the ancient temple, and the saber-toothed beast spread its wings and swirled in the air.

Mo Han stepped into the air and went up to the top of the house, and eighteen people stood high in the sky in the moonlight to surround the ancient temple. They were wearing white light armor and holding halberds, and all of them were kings of the Xuan-level middle realm or even the high realm.

"Royal Guard. ”

Phantom Feather's figure appeared on Mo Han's side.

"How do you know?"

Mo Han was puzzled, how did she know that she was a member of the royal family, how could the people of the royal family not stop doing it, shouldn't it be the Shadow Sect?

"The white armor halberd hasn't changed for hundreds of years. ”

"Xuanyuan Long?"

Mo Han didn't know who else but him could call up such a big stroke as the eighteen Xuan-rank Middle Realm High Realm kings.

Hundreds of years ago, the Shenlong Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, because the five clans and five spirits had cultivated countless yellow-level masters, and the Xuan-level kings were everywhere, and the earth-level emperors were not like they are now all in seclusion and difficult to find.

After the last war, the five spirits of the five clans were all severely injured to varying degrees, among which the sword spirits of the Sword Sect and the Shatuo clan were the most seriously injured. The sword spirit and the sand spirit are hidden, and the wood spirit is in an independent domain space. Only the Fire Spirit and the Ice Spirit are slightly better, so the Fire Clan and the Ice Sect are the strongest among the five clans, Xuanyuan Long does not easily kick their iron plate, and the persimmon picks up the soft and pinchs the Shatuo Clan and the Sword Sect.

Because there are few Xuan-level kings, they are extremely noble in the Shenlong Dynasty at this time, and they are either powerful feudal officials or majestic generals. Xuanyuan Long threw out high-ranking officials and talents, regardless of their character, whether they were high or low, to recruit masters from all over the world, and flocked to them for fame, fortune and power, and was willing to be a slave who worked for power with his head.

The masters of the royal family guards have been carefully selected by Xuanyuan Long, and then they do not hesitate to use the cultivation of rare elixirs to refine a team of Xuan-level kings who obey orders, and they can command the army by sending one person at will.

"Listen to someone whose name is like your royalty. ”

"Hehe, I can't figure out how to become a member of the royal family, Xuanyuan Long really looks up to me. ”

Eighteen Xuan-rank kings were dispatched at one time, and there was really no way to escape without Phantom Feathers.

"Shall I try?" Mo Han asked.

"It's not time for you to do it. ”

Phantom Feathers flew out of the air, and the saber-toothed beast swooped down at her feet, and the giant wings of the snow-white demonic beast soared into the sky.

What kind of strength are the eighteen Xuan-rank kings? Not to mention chasing and killing one person, even a city with 100,000 people living in it will be reduced to ruins overnight.

Xuan-level demonic beasts, they don't care. A woman who is weak and can't see the depth of strength, they won't put it in their eyes.

What they didn't understand was why they sent eighteen Xuan-rank kings at the same time to chase and kill one person, and the woman was attacking with death when she rode a demonic beast?

"It's too big..."

Mo Han sighed, in their eyes, the phantom feather may be too delicate and beautiful, but even Xuanyuan Long didn't know what the Holy Maiden of the Heavenly Dragon Clan represented.

Mo Han quietly watched as the graceful figure under the moonlight flew up from the back of the snow-white demonic beast, and the long placket fluttered in the wind. The golden Nine Shadows Scythe appeared in his hand in a flash, and he straightened his arm and held it horizontally with one hand. The handle of the scythe was longer than her body, and it looked disproportionate, as if it were holding a feather and flowing lightly.

The golden scythe blade glowed with a cold moonlight, like a bright moon showing its edges.

Suddenly, a golden glow of the scythe appeared.

Phantom Feather gently fluttered sideways, driving the straightened arm, and the long sickle cut through the air.

The golden scythe phantom that was dozens of feet long cut out with the long sickle, with the phantom feather as the center, like a feather fan, and slashed towards the eighteen Xuan kings who were still despising the phantom feather.

The moonlight hung down like a light gauze tent, and the golden sickle phantom tore through the space and cut off the light gauze tent horizontally.

The eighteen Xuan Kings were shocked and exclaimed in unison, and where the golden scythe phantom arrived first, the three Xuan Kings had been cut off with the halberd before they could react.

The Xuan-rank king, who thought that he was invincible and swept through thousands of armies, was just a handful of withered grass that had used the Nine Shadows Scythe that tore through the void against the Demon Venerable.

The remaining fifteen Xuan Kings flew up and down to dodge the golden scythe phantom, and at this moment they realized that the delicate woman whose beauty and aura made the moonlight dim was something they could not look at, nor was it something they could despise. She is an elegant killing god, and she will die in the Yellow Spring at a glance.

The golden scythe phantom had just swept half a circle, and the graceful figure of the phantom feather disappeared into the moonlight at some point.

A white-armored Xuan King roared in horror, holding the halberd in both hands and facing the right rung.

The golden scythe slashed horizontally, cutting through the halberd and through the white armor, and flashed silently, as if it were slashing through the water.

The next moment, a crack appeared in the long halberd and white armor, and the crack became larger and larger and fell into two pieces falling towards the ground, and there was still a graceful figure in the frightened eyes that flashed and disappeared, and the consciousness had not yet dissipated.

The remaining fourteen white-armored Xuan kings seemed to have encountered the god of death, and they didn't know when the god of death appeared in front of them, and they would die in fear if they didn't even see their figures. They brandished their halberds like crazy, and the space exploded and the ground boomed.

With the golden enchantment under the phantom feather cloth, Mo Han didn't have to worry about the ancient temple being destroyed, and he didn't have to worry about Sha Qi being woken up.

He looked up at the sky and watched the graceful figure in the moonlight of the phantom feather appear and disappear in an instant, and before she appeared, the phantom of the golden scythe cut through, and there would be a white-armored Xuanwang who became two stages.

"Thirteen, twelve, eleven... Six, five, four..."

Mo Han counted the white shadows that had not yet fallen in the sky, and fell silently one after another.

Xuan-level peak strength?

A white-armored Xuan King had just escaped a short distance away, and the saber-toothed beast that had assisted Phantom Feather in slaying the White Armored Xuan King swooped down to block his way.

The saber-toothed beast slapped its claws towards the white-armored Xuan King, and the halberd claws collided with a roar and sparks flew everywhere.

"Wow!"

Mo Han exclaimed, the saber-toothed beast actually slapped this Middle Realm Xuan King upside down and flew out with one claw.

Its strength made Mo Han look at it and be shocked, the claws were hard and sharp, comparable to the blade of stainless steel.

"Three"

Phantom Feather turned around in the air and swept out the golden scythe, and the life of the white-armored Xuan King who flew upside down was accepted by the way.

The saber-toothed beast caught up with another white-armored Xuan King, missed one claw, and swept sideways with its huge right wing.

"Hey!"

Mo Han exclaimed, don't discount your wings!