"Brother Ren, it is said that there are a total of 69 Baili Xuanji Towers, and the corpses of the heads and powers of the Divine Machine Sect are buried, the more outstanding the achievements, the higher the tower body, if you leave, where will you be in the towers of the forest?"

Roten's eyes swept around.

"Haha, Brother Luo is too worried, I have already explained to the disciples in the sect, after I die, the bones will be sprinkled on the Xuanshui Ancient Tan, soaked in the wine jar before my death, and soaked in the waterhole after death, each has its own place."

Ren Chaoge said briskly.

"Great freedom, great freedom, Brother Ren's character makes Luo admire, if possible, I don't want to fight with you!" Roten said lightly.

"Oh? The demon lord is ready to return the same way and give up an ambition to conquer the world? Ren Chaoge raised his eyebrows.

"Your thoughts are always contrary to mine, and one of us must surrender to the other's way, so go to war."

Roten raised his head, his sharp eyes shooting straight at the sect leader.

This is the first time he has shown such a dignified color along the way.

In today's Northern Regions, there are only a handful of strong people who can have a half-saint posture, and Ren Chaoge is no different from the best among them.

Whether it is strength or character, this battle is related to the future trend of the human race and the future pattern of the Northern Regions, which is very important.

Li Huaifeng watched cross-legged below.

He also didn't want the two to fight, and what resounded in his mind repeatedly was the beautiful picture of the three of them boating on the Tianhe River that day, laughing in the sea, and flowing mountains and rivers.

It's hard to find a soulmate in life.

At that time, all kinds of things have been imprinted in Brother Feng's heart, and he will never forget a good story.

He also understands that this battle is also very important to him, and he will change the situation at the end of the battle and break free from the cage.

"Lao Tzu will use the freedom created in his life, big dreams and wine, to understand your wind and snow!"

Ren Chaoge was arrogant and sweet, took a sip of the thousand-year-old dream by himself, and wiped the wine stains on his mouth at will in his sleeve robe, and his fighting spirit was in full swing.

"Wind trick, the wind is dead in the world!"

Roten took a step, and a strong wind blew around him.

199 fist-sized vortex air masses formed one after another, condensing around them without dispersing.

With a wave of his hand, the wind wheal turned into raindrops in the sky, and shot towards Ren Chaoge.

For others, this move is a symbol of death, and one move can take the life of the opponent.

However, in the face of Ren Chaoge, the number one madman in the Northern Regions, it can only have a tentative effect.

"The waves set the sea, the wind and clouds smile and look at it, it is also real and illusory, and it is a sigh for eternity."

Ren Chaoge is crazy and wants to dance, his body is like a drunken idiot, his hands and feet are shaking, and he looks crazy and drunk.

But if you look closely, you can find that his steps are free and uninhibited with a long-lasting charm.

Walking nine steps, it is as if looking for the origin of freedom in the vast galaxy.

The Divine Machine Sect is a free-spirited technique, a top-level supernatural power ranked 22nd in the Three Thousand Great Avenues.

But in the hands of Ren Chaoge, this top-level supernatural power developed a more profound artistic conception, and after the escape, he created his own big dreams and wine.

Pointing directly to the origin of the avenue, the supreme supernatural power that has been able to rank among the top twenty makes people intoxicated and linger.

I saw him carrying a wine gourd, stepping on the void, and wandering around a hundred and ten wheals.

Those wheals were originally impermeable, forming a complex array.

But Ren Chaoge is like walking on the ground, with the law that the naked eye can not fathom, the virtual and the real, the real and the illusory, shuttling between them, the clothes have not been scratched at all, and I am free from the world.

He took another nine steps, through layers of wheals, to Roten's eyes.

Bang punch.

His fist is mighty and majestic, and his strength is not weaker than that of the Xuanwu Emperor back then.

His fists were interspersed with flowing drinks.

In every drop of wine, there is a living figure, singing about wine in it, and life is geometric.

"One flower, one world, one leaf and one Bodhi, Brother Ren has included the law of space in wine, which has surpassed the previous number of times, and is clever!"

Luo Teng nodded again and again, not daring to underestimate it.

Seeing a hundred and ten drops of wine fluttering and flying towards him, Rotten's body kept retreating.

Then, his hand slid in the void, and a large deep circular hole appeared in front of him, and a steep plum tree extended from it.

"Huh? Luo Teng fought with more than ten masters of the Immortal Dao, and his comprehension of the exercises was even better, and the plum blossom branch had grown into a plum blossom tree, which was twice as powerful as before, terrifying! ”

Li Huaifeng's eyes widened, not wanting to miss a single detail.

"Brother Xiao Li, do you remember what I told you before, there is my divine machine sect mystery in it, and I understand it with my heart!"

Ren Chaoge's voice suddenly came into Brother Feng's mind, and he was actually reminding him that he was stealing the magic power of his own sect, and his intentions were so far-reaching.

The plum tree is cold in spring, and the life and death of the withering glory evolve repeatedly, and one hundred and ten drops of wine fall on it, all of which are absorbed by the plum tree.

Between the lightning and flint, the two have dealings with each other, and they can't see who is high and who is low.

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion."

Ren Chaoge's body swayed to himself, and his feet stomped on the void continuously.

The free gourd rises without wind, grows into half a person tall, Ren Chaoge drinks to the sky, and I don't know how many thousand years of dreams he has drunk.

Then, with a sip, the sky was filled with wine.

Inside, there is a dreamy bubble, and the space is filled with the sweet smell of sake.

This fragrance is Ren Chaoge's favorite, and it is also Brother Feng's favorite.

"A thousand years of big dreams."

He drank aloud.

The surrounding space is covered by a thin wall of water formed by wine, and there is a wonderful scene of the saints drinking and the Yao Chi grand event.

This is Ren Chaoge's second mastery, the big dream.

He loved wine all his life, from the previous intoxication, to the later a thousand glasses did not pour, the more he drank, the more sober he became.

In the wine, laugh at the people.

In the wine, give the opponent a deep attack that is drunk, lost, and does not wake up from a dream.

Click.

Roten's plum blossom tree suddenly withered and broke into countless stumps.

His eyes froze suddenly, and he felt his body sway, as if he was drunk, and his mind became more and more confused.

"Snow is all over the Yangtze River!"

Roten shouted bitterly.

The sky overhead was suddenly overcast, and the originally calm space, a violent storm and snow came, freezing three feet, making people feel chilled all over.

The disciples of the Divine Machine Sect on the side trembled for no reason, and they couldn't resist Luo Teng's baptism at all.

Suddenly, the sky was covered with snowflakes, and the cold winter wax moon was extinct.

It's snow, and it's blood.

White is mixed with red, rendering the entire space into an enchantment where white and red have no boundaries.

The sweet aroma of wine is enveloped by the pungent smell of blood.

The dreamlike dream is overshadowed by the smell of killing and war.

Ren Chaoge's lifelong pursuit is to be at ease, and what Roteng writes is his own unique royal law.

One is at ease, one is killing, and the attitude is diametrically opposite.

These two people are destined to be long-cherished enemies and cannot be changed.

Whirring, the wind doesn't stop.

The snow doesn't stop.

In the boundless white and red blizzard, there was a half-step immortal weapon hidden, and it was a brilliant blade in an instant.

If you are not careful, you will take away the life of the sect leader, killing people and being invisible.

This was an unprecedented all-out attack by Roteng, three of the four great masters had already been used, and ordinary people couldn't force him to do this.

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky."

Suddenly, Sect Master's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

There was a kick of both feet, and the whole person rose into the air.

He raised the top-level Dao weapon in his hand, and the sky became infinitely darker.

The wine gourd instantly expanded, turning into a mountain and a planet, as if the gourd was a real world, filled not only with wine, but with all kinds of life.

A huge figure appeared behind Ren Chaoge, a mysterious old man who was covered in a gourd and walked to the end of the world alone.

This is the law of heaven and earth as the master, the wine saint.

In an instant, his whole person merged with the law of heaven and earth, holding a big gourd in his hand, and his mountain-like body slammed into Luo Teng.

Thundered.

The Xuanji Tower under his feet shook for no reason, the Xuanshui Ancient Tan was surging, and in the whole heaven and earth, there was only the majesty of this wine saint.

Wrapped in thousands of red dust, the infinite meaning of freedom of the common people.

Luo Teng's expression became profoundly solemn, this move, even a strong man like him, was in awe.

"Brother Ren, stop at this time, I only beat you by half a move, but I can protect your life without worry, even if you dominate the Northern Regions, you will never step into your Divine Machine Sect for half a step, okay?" Roten said suddenly.

"It's tempting, but I don't have a choice."

Ren Chaoge shook his head regretfully, the wine saint did not stop, suddenly turned his head and glanced at Li Huaifeng with deep meaning, and said in his heart: "Go." ”

"Uncle!"

Li Huaifeng had mixed feelings in his heart, as if some kind of beauty in his heart was about to be hollowed out.

This move can already be regarded as the supreme supernatural power of the Northern Regions, but Luo Teng's last stunt, the moon word trick, has not yet been shot, leaving endless imagination space for everyone present.

"Moon!"

(Battlefield Literature)