"I can confess you as Lord and sell myself to pay my debts. Thirty-two cicadas said.

"Don't do this, do you think I'll still believe you?" said the White Bone Spirit decisively.

"How about I compensate you for some immortal fruit elixir?"

"I don't lack that resource. ”

"Weapon magic weapon, a set of saint-level weapons!" In order to survive, the thirty-two cicadas don't care about any gains and losses.

The white bone spirit said madly: "I am Taiyi Heavenly Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, can I use the holy weapon if you give me it?"

"Then what do you want!" said the thirty-two cicada helplessly.

Bai Gujing thought for a while and said: "I don't lack resources, I don't lack magic weapons, I don't lack immortal scripture cheats, and I don't lack escape methods, thirty-two, it seems that it's useless for me to keep you, it's better to kill you." ”

"Wait, wait. Feeling the awe-inspiring killing intent coming from the white bone spirit's body, a flash of inspiration flashed in the mind of the thirty-second cicada, and he said, "I can help you deal with the colorful fairy butterfly." ”

The surging killing machine suddenly dissipated, and the white bone spirit grabbed the thirty-two-year-old cicada with his left hand, touched its dog head with his right hand, oh no, it was the cicada's head, and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you have successfully obtained a chance to live." ”

"Thirty-two years of cicadas, I warn you not to make mistakes, otherwise my master will not be able to spare you. Colorful fairy butterfly said.

The thirty-second cicada said helplessly: "Auntie, if I don't do this, I will be hanging here now, where do I need your master to clean me up?"

"Who is her master, she feels very powerful. The White Bone Spirit asked curiously.

"The sword fairy in the wine, the sword fairy in the wine. In the thirty-second year, the cicada decisively sold the colorful fairy butterfly, and said in detail: "The nine fairy swords around Wucai are left by the wine sword fairy for her, and the fierce ones don't want it." ”

Wine Sword Immortal...... Suddenly, an edgeworth rode the wind, and the image of a middle-aged uncle in the world of demon slaying jumped into the mind of the white bone spirit.

Of course, this is a memory image of his time on Earth, and it may be far from the owner of the colorful fairy butterfly.

"So, all the drinks in this pool are brewed for the Wine Sword Immortal?" asked the White Bone Spirit again.

The thirty-second cicada said: "Of course, this pool of wine is a good thing, although it is not as good as your blood, but it is not bad." ”

"Thirty-two, your words are a bit too much. The multicolored fairy butterfly spoke. She didn't continue to attack, because she knew very well that even if she tried her best, she wouldn't be able to hurt the thirty-two cicadas that could travel freely.

The thirty-two-year-old cicada coughed lightly twice and closed its mouth.

"Well, let's get down to business. The white bone spirit said, "Thirty-two, how are you going to help me deal with the colorful fairy butterfly?"

"Don't you just want the wine in the village and the wine pool under the mountain?" said the thirty-second cicada: "And the colorful fairy butterfly cares most about the wine in the pool, as long as you threaten her not to agree to your conditions, you will destroy the wine pool, and don't you take her weakness? Of course, your requirements should also be appropriately lowered, such as asking for a few pots of fairy wine." ”

As soon as the words of the thirty-two cicada fell, the white bone essence eyes lit up, and he raised his eyes to look at the colorful fairy butterfly, and the color of threat was self-evident. And the colorful fairy butterfly looked slightly cold, and the nine fairy swords continued to roar.

"Okay, okay, don't make the atmosphere so stiff. After confronting each other for a long time, the white bone spirit waved his hand and said: "Wucai, you have brewed a whole pool of wine, can the wine and sword fairy drink it all?" You see this is good, I will give you some immortal fruit magic medicine, you will transfer the ruling power of the village under the mountain to me, and invite us to have a drink, just when we make friends." ”

The colorful fairy butterfly did not speak, as if considering the pros and cons.

"O Wucai, the conditions of Her Highness the Holy Maiden are already the best result for you. Hearing that the white bone spirit was talking about us, not me, the thirty-second cicada suddenly shook his spirit, and helped persuade him like a dog: "Do you think, wouldn't it be easy for me and the saint to work together to destroy your wine pool?"

"You ...... Shameless!" Colorful Fairy Butterfly held back for a long time and said loudly.

"Hey, you're shameless. The White Bone Spirit said.

"That's you. Thirty-two cicadas retorted.

"Talking about me?" the white bone spirit looked fierce.

The thirty-second cicada's heart trembled, and he said with a smile: "I said it, I said it, don't be angry, fairy, let go of the hand holding my neck first?"

When the Colorful Immortal Butterfly put away the Nine Songs Immortal Sword, the white bone spirit let go of the body of the thirty-two-year-old cicada and landed with him on the white jade ground in front of the wine pool.

The colorful fairy butterfly waved its sleeves, and two streamers flew out of thin air, turning into two jade cups in front of a person and a cicada: "Use this to drink, drink less, I have been brewing this pool of wine for more than five hundred years." ”

The white bone spirit scooped a bowl of wine with a jade cup, raised his head and poured it, and a very wonderful feeling suddenly appeared, the wine did not seem to flow into the stomach after entering the mouth, but entered the soul.

A glass of wine entered the soul, and the white bones were slightly drunk, but the consciousness was inexplicably sober. It's a strange feeling, the soul is detached from consciousness, but it's not.

I don't know how long it took, the spirit of the white bone spirit woke up from a slight drunkenness, and the taste of the wine melted on the taste buds, the taste of the crisp sweetness, mellow and soft, made every cell in his body tremble.

"I kind of know why the Wine Sword Fairy is obsessed with this. After a long time, until the last trace of the wine dissipated, the white bone spirit sighed.

No one responded.

The white bone spirit raised his eyes, but saw that the thirty-two were lying on the jade cup with a lost face at the moment and swallowing wine, and he didn't know how many cups he drank. The multicolored fairy butterfly dances on the top of the wine pool, and a trace of magical power flies out of its body and merges into the wine, making the wine more refined.

"Five-colored, is this your natural supernatural power?" the White Bone Spirit asked.

Colorful Fairy Butterfly said, "That's right. Just like the thirty-two cicadas traveling through time and space, each immortal Gu has its own unique magical power, and my magical power is to make wine, brew immortal wine. Don't just drink when you drink, try to practice, and you will be pleasantly surprised. ”

"Surprise ......" Bai Gujing's eyes lit up slightly, scooped up a bowl of wine again, swallowed his mouth, and activated the Sun and Moon Demon Skill, and suddenly, the wine in his mouth disappeared, but the power of the Sun and Moon seemed to be ignited, surging wildly.

The wine was swallowed bowl by bowl by bowl of white bone spirit, and during the day, wisps of the sun descended from the sky and merged into the left half of his body. At the moment of night, Tai ** Hua sprinkled one by one and integrated into the right half of his body.

The sun and moon turned, the fire of the sun in his left eye became more and more intense, and the cold of the silver moon in his right eye became more and more cold, and gradually, the white bone spirit sat cross-legged in front of the wine pool, his arms stretched out to the sides, and his palms were upward, and there were mysterious runes that gradually condensed and appeared in his palms.