c_t; Chapter 1237 Smell the wine

In the end, the team of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect left one by one, leaving only the onlookers who looked at each other. Popular novel remenxs

Wu Heng didn't like the crowd to fall on him with strange eyes, and soon he also drove the line of words and patterns away from the scene.

After confirming that there was no one chasing him, Wu Heng landed in a remote corner of the jungle, his face turned pale, and a wisp of golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he hurriedly swallowed a drop of dragon marrow into his stomach to recover his spirit.

"It's such a powerful and invisible sword intent, but now it's hard to dissipate in my heart. ”

Wu Heng's eyebrows revealed a bit of solemnity, leaning against a big tree to recuperate. The fast sword of Ying Wuxin just now was indeed inherited by him, and it did not cause any substantial damage, and a large part of the reason was that luck and luck were mutually reinforcing. But there is an invisible sword intent on Ying Wuxin's body, with a shocking penetrating power!

He didn't feel anything when he was fighting before, but at this moment, the sword intent that had penetrated into his body intensified, causing the qi and blood to flow backwards, and he coughed up the essence blood of the Yuan Shen.

"Fortunately, this sword intent was on me, and I didn't attack on the spot, otherwise I would have been defeated, and in that case, the monks of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect would not let me go at all. Wu Heng was glad to say to himself, secretly afraid.

Although Ying Wuxin's fast sword was restrained by his Dao method and Tianyan, he couldn't restrain Ying Wuxin's sword intent, so if he had the opportunity to fight against Ying Wuxin in the future, he must no longer be careless. Every immortal character has great magical powers, even if you are his natural nemesis, there is still a risk of being killed.

Originally, the sword intent was just something above the momentum, but this time it was an eye-opener, and for the first time, I found that the sword intent on the sword cultivator's body could injure people, and it couldn't be dispersed in my heart for a long time. [See the latest chapter of the book]

"The sword intent that Ying Wuxin left on me must be eliminated quickly, otherwise I won't be able to move normally. Wu Heng thought secretly, and then sat down beside the ancient tree beside him, and evolved to forget himself.

It stands to reason that self-forgetfulness should not have a healing effect, and is generally used to adjust the panicked mind by forgetting oneself in an emergency, or to focus on something.

This time, Wu Heng used the way of selflessness in order to eliminate the trace of fear in his heart, the fear of Ying Wuxin's sword intent.

When you are not afraid of a person, no matter how sharp his eyes are, they are very weak in your opinion, the same principle, when Wu Heng is not afraid of the shadow and the sword intent, the sword intent is no longer strong. So forgetting oneself has become the best way for Wu Heng to heal now, forgetting oneself and forgetting the sharp sword intent in his heart.

Wu Heng closed his eyes and condensed, swallowing and breathing, after half an hour, he dusted off his body, stood up, and the sword intent in his heart had faded.

The dragon marrow is really a treasure medicine, and the essence and energy consumed during the duel against Ying Wuxin are quickly recovered. In addition, with the assistance of the Kongtong seal, he absorbed a hundred catties of divine stones, and the power of immortal power and essence was restored to a saturated state.

After Wu Heng stood up, he looked around from afar, and couldn't help frowning: "I always feel that something is missing, and I am a little tired." ”

"By the way, there are still two large vats of golden wine from Dragon Valley that I haven't drunk!" his eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed, it would be too bad not to drink such good wine.

He found a wine gourd from the storage space inside the Heart Protector Dragon Pattern Jade, and used his divine mind to manipulate the wine gourd to fill the wine vat with wine.

Using divine thoughts to manipulate ordinary things, Wu Heng has long been able to capture him, and his spiritual power is ten thousand times stronger than that of mortals!

took out the red wine gourd full of golden wine, smelled the rich aroma of wine brewed out of the gourd's mouth, and Wu Heng's face showed an intoxicated color. This is the best wine he has ever seen in the world, the taste is pure, very strong, and he will feel his body fluttering like a fairy when he drinks it, which suits his taste!

Wu Heng couldn't wait to raise the wine gourd, tasted it heroically, his spirit was shocked, his whole body trembled with joy, and he kept shaking his head and exclaiming: "This wine is only because it is in the sky, and it is rare to smell it in the world!"

"Where did the smell come from?" In the nearby jungle, an old Taoist monk sitting on the back of a colorful cow had a shiny eye, and couldn't help but take a hard breath of the air around him.

"Moo!"

The burly cow beneath Lao Dao let out a slight roar, and seemed to be hungry from the smell of wine.

"Old Niu, that wine is very unusual!" said the Taoist priest.

The colorful cow nodded humanely and made a sound of "moo, moo, eyes".

Wu Heng happily tasted the golden wine, his delicate face was red, he only tasted a few sips, and he was already a little crooked when he walked, the wine was too strong, and the whole person floated up. He heard the low cow cry around him, and couldn't help frowning and shouting: "Where did the cow come from, disturbing Uncle Ben's drinking Yaxing." ”

If you drink too much wine, it's like this, no matter how gentle and elegant people are on weekdays, the tone will become louder when you drink high.

"You dead cow, don't scream, that guy is not happy, how can I beg for wine!" the old Taoist priest patted Kui Niu's head and scolded in a low voice.

At this moment, the appearance of the colorful cow is honest and cute, and he tilted his neck dissatisfied, kicked the strong hind hooves, and dug a small dirt pit under his feet.

"Let's go, let's go. Lao Dao commanded Kui Niu, and his bright eyes only stared at the small red wine jug in Wu Heng's hand, as if that thing was his lifeblood, and there was nothing else worthy of his attention, including who the owner of the wine jug was. This person is definitely a typical alcoholic!

"Good wine, but it's really good wine. Lao Dao can no longer express the excitement in his heart at the moment with words, and he seems to be a little short of words, and he uses "good" and "too good" to describe it continuously.

Wu Heng looked back and found that a strong cow that was taller than himself was standing behind him, with a pair of big black rumbling eyes looking directly at the wine jug in his hand, tilting his head, looking very honest.

Wu Heng was immediately startled, where did the dead cow come from, he walked quietly and didn't notice it at all.

In addition, he saw a monk with fairy wind bones sitting on top of Kui Niu, who was looking intoxicated, his nose squirming and making a slight sound.

"Immortal Lord of Jiuqing Palace?" Wu Heng's face changed greatly, and there were ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

How did this dead old man end up here?

"Senior, do you have something?" Wu Heng was shocked.

"Hehe, the old man smelled the wine and wanted to ask Your Excellency for a glass of wine. The Immortal Lord of the Nine Green Palace squinted his eyes, and his smile was kind and gentle.

Wu Heng looked at the other party's expression, he was really an old drunkard, his eyes had never moved from the wine jug on his body, and he didn't even look at himself when he was talking.

"It just so happens that the Tianchi Immortal Lord and the others are trapped and told him that he is not the best candidate!" Wu Heng was overjoyed in his heart. This person doesn't have a deep grudge against himself, and he doesn't seem to be a ruthless type of immortal lord like Lei Xiaoteng and Ying Wuxin, but a monk who majores in Taoism