"There is a hand-over conference at the Hunting Banquet, not in a hurry today."

Yan Wushen reached out and made a gesture of please.

In the palace, there are 24 copper pillars, each of which has carved thousands of space inscriptions and 9 million strange animal patterns. It seems that only three people enclose the thickness. However, the true diameter and height can support From the world of twenty-four worlds.

Zhang Ruochen sat opposite Yan Yanshen, with his back straight, and said, "Since we are not decisive today, should we just invite me to drink?"

"Yes, it's just drinking."

Yan Wushen showed a smile, his eyes dropped naturally, and he fixed his eyes on the jug on the red copper table case.

The jug is a tan clay pot, and the wine glass is the same material.

It is no different from mortal fired pottery, it is rough and even irregular.

It looks simple, but Zhang Ruochen sees something unusual. Whether it is a jug or a wine glass, there is an ancient charm, and the shapes and lines fit into the rules of the heavens and the earth.

No matter where they are placed, they are integrated with everything there.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This set of wine vessels has been passed on for at least ten yuan, and it will be even longer."

"Why do you see that?" Yan Wu Shinto.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Everything in the world, as long as it is on a certain year, will leave a special time trace. On their surface, the time trace is deep and old. There are many ancient artifacts I have seen, but only one The time traces on the two pieces can be compared with them. "

"Ancient wine is only served with ancient vessels."

Yan Wushen sat still, under the control of spiritual power, Tao Zhi's jug slowly flew up, and filled a glass in the glass in front of Zhang Ruochen.

Liquor, very ordinary, nothing unusual.

"You may have heard the name of this wine, called Twelve Flowers. It was a **** from the Kunlun Realm before the Three Yuan Conference. Hell circles must miss their hometown, so they entered the temple of Yan Luo and took out one of them. "

"Wow."

Yan Wushen said as he poured himself wine.

In the extremely distant past, when the world of heaven and **** had not yet been established, although the major worlds had deep contradictions with the ten groups of hell, they were not incompatible, and some monks still had friendship.

"Twelve flowers bloom."

Zhang Ruochen read this sentence, and suddenly remembered something, revealing a look of surprise, secretly in his heart: "This is what the wine lunatic once mentioned, Kunlun ranks second in the history of spirits."

Legend has it that the twelve flowers bloomed are made from blueberries, and there are only twelve altars in total.

In the Kunlun realm, it has become a gem, and no drop can be found.

"If it was twelve flowers, how could it be so ordinary? After experiencing the storage of the three Yuanhui, the wine strength had disappeared?"

You know, Zhang Ruochen once drank the eighth dragon spirit liquor.

With the strength of the dragon's wine, only the Holy One can bear it. There was a sacred drink by accident, and the body died spontaneously.

Zhang Ruochen poked out **** and touched the wine glass.

"Oh!"

An amazing burning sensation passed through the cup.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's **** burned and turned red. Fortunately, his physical body is strong, otherwise he just touched it lightly, and the whole arm had to be turned to ashes.

Yan Wushen said: "The twelve flowers bloom, and the twelve flame **** flowers bloom. The wine will bloom in the belly. It is said that this wine can only be sustained by the body of the gods. Dasheng, if you drink it, it will be burned through by twelve flame **** flowers from the inside to the outside.

"If Brother Chen has a demigod, naturally the immortal sacred body that is not an ordinary saint can be compared. Do you dare to drink this cup with twelve flowers?"

Zhang Ruochen's fingers have recovered.

After the temptation just now, Zhang Ruochen understood that Yan Wushen's words were not exaggerated at all. Twelve flowers bloom, indeed not the immortal sacred body of the Great Saint.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes were on the cup in front of Yan Wushen, and he said, "Since the brother-in-law is so affectionate, is there any reason not to drink? I will do it first."

Holding up the glass, Zhang Ruochen's entire right hand was burning.

Drink up the glass of wine.

The hot, burning terror energy flowed down from the throat, into the abdomen, and penetrated into the whole body. Suddenly, in his body, flames of flames bloomed, which were located in the five internal organs, six urns, and Qihai.

The blood in Zhang Ruochen's body boiled, and the flames burned from the body to the outside.

The strong aroma of wine and flowers, together with the flames, spread outwards and filled the entire hall, showing twelve gorgeous and beautiful flowers, which are beautiful.

The pain eroded the whole body like torment like purgatory.

After a while, although still painful, Zhang Ruochen had an uneasy sense of relaxation, and more than 10,000 mental power thoughts in his body seemed to have gone through hundreds of tempers.

"Boom."

The strength of mental strength broke through the limit and reached level 62.

"Good wine! Brother Wu, it's your turn!" Zhang Ruochen made a please gesture.

Until now, Zhang Ruochen didn't understand where Yan Wushen asked him to drink alcohol. It was true that he wanted to borrow alcohol to explore the depth of his cultivation.

He has a demigod body and can barely bear a cup of twelve flowers.

Yan Wushen does not have a demigod, so dare to drink?

"It seems Brother Ruochen is indeed a wonderful person to drink twelve flowers."

Yan Wushen raised the pottery cup, poured his head into his mouth, and drank it.

"Well."

His body also burned. The imaginary shadow of twelve divine flowers bloomed around his body. It was lifelike, and the vines swirled to connect the twelve flowers together.

Able to bear a cup of twelve flowers, Yan Wushen's physical body is by no means simple and will not be weaker than his demigod body. The point is that Zhang Ruochen can't see through the clues.

Yan Wushen today gives him a sense of inscrutableness.

Yan Wushen blushed and smiled brightly: "In fact, this is also the first time I drink twelve flowers, which is really good wine. You know, the biggest benefit is not to increase mental strength."

"Brotherless?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen said: "If Brother Chen's cultivation has reached the peak of immortality, is he only one step away from Baizhangjing."

"Yes," Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

Yan Wushen said, "However, you have kept earning the first yoke and you cannot enter the Baiyun Realm."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes revealed a wise light, saying: "It seems that Brotherless has encountered the same problem as me."

Just as Zhang Ruochen guessed, it wasn't Yan Yanshen who saw through him, but because both people encountered the same problem.

Yan Wushen nodded and said, "You have a demigod. In the immortal realm, the combat power is far better than the great saints in the same realm, and you can even defeat the strongest in the top of Bai Dijing."

"But even the demigod has a hundred shackles. And this hundred shackles are much stronger and more restrained than other great saints."

"In this way, the demigod becomes a hindrance and distress. You want to break each shackle, it is more difficult than other great saints. They are shackles that bind the demigod, and they have earned beyond your realm. Off range. "

Zhang Ruochen said, "However, as long as you break through the hundred shackles and reach the great consummation of the hundred gods, the demigod's body will no longer be bound. With the demigod's physical body, under the divine realm, even if you ca n’t be invincible, Access to the top sequence. "

Yan Wushen said: "Drinking twelve flowers will make it easier for us to break the shackles. Do you say that the benefits are not great?"

"So it seems that I want to thank Brother Athena for the hospitality today, and I will certainly ask you to drink it again in the future."

Immediately after, Zhang Ruochen said, "Alcohol has been drunk, so it is time to talk about business. Where is Kunlun? Where is he?"

Yan Wushen's eyes stared at Zhang Ruochen tightly and said, "You want to take him away?"

"Of course." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen said: "I have accepted him as a disciple. He is in the Yan Luo tribe and will not be aggrieved. You can rest assured that I am not the same as Xiuchen God."

"But he doesn't belong to the Yanluo tribe." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen paused for a while, then said in a meaningful tone, "Do you think it's really a good thing to bring him back to your side? All the gods in **** know that you are for Chi Kong Lehe Chi Kunlun was forced to enter the **** world. "

"Chi Kongle has been rescued. If Chi Kunlun returns to you again, what's the point of staying in hell? What else can he do to stop you?"

"A Yuanhui genius like you, who may defect at any time, should be wiped out directly in the cradle or focused on cultivation?"

"If I am the **** of the **** world, I must be the first one to support you, and I will kill you now to prevent future troubles."

Zhang Ruochen was silent, and deduced it all in his heart.

Seems like an invitation, but the two are fighting each other, from mental strength, physical fitness, psychological.

The first step from Zhang Ruochen into the hall is to fall into the wind.

The initiative has always been in the hands of Yan Wushen.

This is no way, whether **** world or this temple is the home of Yan Wushen. What's more, Yan Wushen also holds the winning card of "Chi Kunlun".

From the beginning, this battle was unfair.

Yan Wushen: "Chi Kunlun staying with me is safer than staying in any place in the **** world. He stays with the Yan Luo people and can enjoy the cultivation resources that you cannot provide. The Empress Chi Yao of the Kunlun Realm can't provide it! I know that you don't lack **** stones, but there are many resources for cultivation. God stones cannot be bought. "

Zhang Ruochen looked up, pointed his fingers up, and said, "There is a deity in your head ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Are you afraid that the words just now will be heard by the gods in hell?"

"In this temple without shrines, all heavenly machines are cut off. God, will not know anything." Yan Wushen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "So farewell."

"And slow."

Yan Wushen tapped on the tabletop gently, summoned him, pointed to the pottery jug, and said, "Just drink a cup, why are you in a hurry to leave? If you want to drink, you must drink."

Zhang Ruochen was dissatisfied with his character, and sat back again, saying: "No matter! Since the brother-in-law wants to have a good time, today, I will give my life to accompany me, and I will drink a lot."

Just drinking is a battle that will die.

Twelve flowers bloom, all of them kill.

Yan Wushen laughed loudly and refilled him and Zhang Ruochen each with a glass, saying: "I said before that the various banquets and activities before the hunting party were too boring and did not make any sense. However, I still The feast has banned you and broken the law of the Yanluo tribe. Do you know why? "

"Want to hear the details," Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen's expression became serious, saying: "Because your intuition tells me that Zhang Ruochen is the only threat of the Yan Luo tribe for this hunting feast. I might as well tell you that I want to feast on you. Bottom. But so far, I haven't been able to see you through. "

"Brother Wushen said and laughed? The Yan Luo triumphant **** world is always the number one feast of the hunting heaven. With me, Zhang Ruochen can become a threat to the Yan Luo tribe? The Hades, Dead, Shura, Ghost This is your Yan Luo tribe, a rival that should beware of it. "Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

At the same time, he held up the pottery cup and took a sip.

Want to open a whole cup of twelve flowers at a time, drink all, he and Yan Wushen can not do it now. You can only see who can last longer.

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