"The elder of the Eastern Desolate Wind family!"

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"Oh my God, even the little overlord of the Wei Chi family is here!"

At this time, in the sky above the southern fairy city, a golden fairy chariot fell from the clouds, there was a divine flame scorching, in front of the immortal chariot, for the two phoenix birds burning with red flames, the phoenix sang in the sky, like a clear spring into the ears of everyone.

"Young Master Jianyi! This is his immortal chariot!"

"Heavenly Desolate City, there is such a big man here. ”

"The three lonely auxiliary ministers have always been inseparable, and Jian Yi appears here, so the young master and the young master will definitely not be far away!"

In the depths of the fairy city, many people were frightened, so many princes and nobles appeared together, and today this treasure pavilion is afraid that there will be a big event.

In the cloud building, he didn't know that when he first entered the Heavenly Desolate Immortal City, he attracted the wind and clouds in all directions.

The two of them sit in front of a jade table, the cloud building is full of brilliance, glazed gold land, all are female cultivators serving, and there is fairy incense on the stove, which is refreshing.

The old man picked up a jade pot, and there was a cup of elixir, which exuded a fishy sweet fragrance.

The wine in Xiancheng is very strong, especially spicy, I don't know how such wine is brewed, the wine is light red, there seems to be a layer of fire burning on it, it enters the throat like a knife, and it turns into a fire when it falls into the stomach, as if it wants to burn all the internal organs, and the whole body is hot.

There were wisps of dead air dissipating from him, and after half a pillar of incense, he was surprised and said, "Senior, what kind of wine is this?"

"The name of this wine is Falling Immortals, not intoxicating drunkenness, but the fall of mortal dust, as the name suggests, drinking this wine, it means being contaminated with sin, even if it is an immortal, it will also fall into mortal dust!"

"It's not a big deal, the desolate town is in the eastern Xinjiang, and the most important thing is the demons and monsters, therefore, this wine is made of the demons of the Lianyun Mountain Range, and is brewed with a 10,000-year-old fire spring outside the city as the original puree, which is the most domineering. How, this wine is strong?"

The old man poured himself a cup and said casually, but his eyes fell on Xuan Chou, he could drink it all, and the old man was also a little surprised.

Demon Heartwork!

Even with the heart of breaking sorrow, he couldn't help but gasp at this moment, and walked out of the Lianyun Mountain Range, the liquor he used to burn the dead air was brewed with the blood of demons, no wonder it was so domineering, calling the name of the immortal.

Drinking the blood of demons, isn't it contaminated with sin and falling into the gods!

At this moment, the old man sneered and said, "Why, you crossed the mountain range, the killing was not counted, and now you don't even dare to drink a little demon blood?"

was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled: "How dare you dare, as long as there is wine, I will not refuse!"

Without saying much, the old man beckoned the maid to serve two pots of immortal brew again, and smiled lightly, the jade bowl was pulpy, and suddenly a blood-colored flame rose up, burning on the white and warm jade bowl.

It is also a falling immortal, but the wine syrup is very viscous, bright red like blood, like amber crystal, and a strong fishy fragrance envelops the aura and spreads out.

When you look at this wine, you will know that it is old, and it has not been produced for hundreds or thousands of years, and it cannot make such a taste.

Broken sorrow's eyes lit up, and he didn't say much, so he drank as if no one was around, and the table was full of delicacies, only these two pots of falling immortals made him obsessed.

Seeing this, the old man didn't care, he thought to himself, and said with a smile: "These two pots of falling immortals are my accumulation in Pinzhen Pavilion for many years, not to mention those princes and princes have no chance to taste, even I am reluctant to drink on weekdays, and today I fell in love with the little brother, so I simply took them out and gave them to the little brother." ”

Broken sorrow was also a little surprised when he heard this, looked around, saw the envious eyes of others, and knew that what the old man said was true, and after a little groaning, he couldn't resist the temptation of fine wine, waved his hand to accept the pot of intact fallen immortals on the table, and immediately, he summoned two jars of jade elixir from the void realm and put one jar in front of the old man.

"There's good wine!"

The old man's eyes are bright, the jade elixir is the unique immortal brew of the drunken Taoist of the Shushan Sword Sect, the wine is strong and sweet, and it contains the aura of plants and trees.

The old man is obviously a good hand at this, and he knows that it is extraordinary when he smells it.

"Repay the peach, the little brother is a man of temperament!" The old man smiled heartily, immediately patted the mud open, and raised the altar to signal: "The wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, how about it, would you like to accompany me, the old man, to drink an altar first?"

Breaking sorrow and smiling lightly, he also raised the altar: "Dare not obey your fate!"

"Okay!Refreshing!!"

"Hahaha............."

The two of them staggered in the cloud building, as if no one was there, this scene fell into the eyes of everyone, some shook their heads and sneered, some were silent, some were shocked, and some whispered criticism.

When the wine jar was empty, he passed for a while, and said worriedly: "Senior, I have also drunk the wine, what do you have to say, I can say it now." ”

"Little brother is so sure, the old man has something to say to you?"

Broken sorrow chuckled: "Before, I had never met my predecessors, but you knew that I would go all the way east, across the Lianyun Mountains, and even informed that Feng Liuli made a special trip to wait for me, now it seems that the chance encounter at the city gate is not a coincidence, but you have already calculated that I will enter from this gate today. ”

"With the cultivation of the seniors, if you want to embarrass the juniors, there is no need to use such means, waiting for me today, I think it's not just as simple as drinking. ”

The old man shook his head and said: "In his life, he loves to see others struggling on the path of immortals, putting them to death, or having a chance, coming back from the dead, or having no chance, and dying and disappearing, and realizing the road between life and death, and understanding his own heart, so, does the little brother still believe in old decay?"

He didn't look surprised, but he still smiled and said, "I believe." ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and then laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the cloud building, and everyone looked sideways, and there was anger in their eyes.

The old man raised his eyebrows and sneered: "What, do you still want to deal with my old man?"

Some monks couldn't hold it down, but they were forcibly held down by the people around them.

The thundercloud robe on his body suddenly shook, the purple gas smoked, the thunder light flickered, and his brows wrinkled slightly, and he suddenly felt a vast divine consciousness like the sea, and swept through the Pinzhen Pavilion.

In his heart, this kind of divine consciousness is as deep as the sea, and the cultivation of its master is unimaginable.

He turned his head to look at the old man, who seemed to be unaware, still taking a big sip of immortal wine, and suddenly, the old man pointed out, and in an instant, it was imprinted on the broken eyebrows, so fast that he couldn't react at all.

In the Divine Court, the golden lamp is hanging high, and the divine light is shining as before, but it has not been the slightest different.

In an instant, the old man withdrew his hand, his heart moved, and in the sea of knowledge, there was an extra golden pill, which was engraved with all kinds of sword inscriptions, and the edge was uncast, and it was like a natural success.