This mass of wine is not only a thousand drops gathered into a ball, it almost has the capacity of a water tank, and I don't know how the old man's little gourd contains so much wine.

He Jun was wrapped in it, motionless, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that inside his body, the energy surged, obviously exceeding the limit of what his body could bear, and he would explode and die at any time.

"Old drunkard, are you crazy, if this person dies here, all of us will not be able to get out of it!" At this moment, even the sect master of the Jiuyang Sect was also shocked into a cold sweat, and when he cultivated to their level, he naturally would not make a fuss because of some trivial things, but when it came to their own sect, this kind of joke could not be sloppy at all.

The old drunkard ignored him, just waved his hand from his waist, and immediately countless materials appeared in his hands, and under the dots of his hands, all these materials were extracted, and a large amount of residue was suddenly scattered on the ground.

The old drunkard continued to take out materials from his body, and then continued to purify, gradually, the fingertips of his right index finger gradually condensed a drop of turbid liquid from the original nothingness.

This drop of liquid is so ugly that if it were placed elsewhere, everyone would have taken a detour to see it, but at this time, the finger of this old drunkard attracted everyone's attention.

"Is that what it is...... Tsukiki Maro?"

"What! Tsukiki Maro? How is it possible!"

"It's possible! Some of you may not know that Pan Daoyou's master is from the Medicine Immortal Sect!" This voice was extremely hot, and there was a majesty in it, and it was the sect master of the Nine Yang Sect who spoke.

No one dared to speak anymore, just carefully watched the old drunkard's movements, hoping to find out a thing or two, which was worth the trip.

The drop of liquid was really ugly at first, but the old drunkard played with it and kept spinning on his fingertips, and in the trembling, this drop of liquid became more and more pure, and gradually triggered a whirlwind, and the endless spiritual power around it swept in, and as time went by, this drop of liquid became clearer and clearer until it was transparent.

A chill appeared directly in the hearts of everyone present, and then the drop of liquid suddenly bloomed with a blue light, which was not only dazzling, but also refreshed after seeing it.

At this moment, He Jun's suspended body in mid-air also began to glow, but this light was a little disgusting, and it couldn't help but be extremely white, and there was a tingling sensation with the naked eye.

It's that he's going to be blown up.

Seeing the situation, the old drunkard flicked his index finger directly, and the transparent liquid emitting blue light then drilled into He Jun's body, and in an instant, both the blue light and the white light emitted by He Jun's body dissipated invisibly, so that people had an illusion that all the light in this world had disappeared at this moment.

When the old drunkard had done all this, he smiled with a very vicissitudes of life, and he turned to all the people and nodded, and said in a gentle tone, "I will take this child away for the time being until he is sober." ”

Everyone was unhappy, and they all hoped that they could have something to do with that place from He Jun's body. But this time the old drunkard's dedication is in everyone's eyes, not only is there not a drop of wine left, but it also costs a lot of money to practice a drop of Zhuji Zhenlu, although he moves fast, but there are some immortal treasures in it that everyone can see.

In addition, the old drunkard also lowered his posture at this time, and everyone didn't know what to say at once.

The old drunkard didn't eat this set, seeing that no one spoke, with a big move, He Jun disappeared all at once, and then stomped his feet again, even he himself disappeared, only a faint voice echoed around: "Fellow Daoists, there will be a period later." ”

The Sect Master of the Nine Yang Sect sighed with a smile, and then said, "Since the matter has come to this, everyone will disperse." ”

After saying goodbye to each other for a while, the light curtain that shrouded the square dissipated, the flowing clouds converged, and Buman reappeared, as for the nine huge stone tablets, they turned into the phantom of the nine suns again and flew behind the majestic old man in a burst of illusion.

After these people left, the people on the outskirts of the square dared to get up and slowly evacuate in the noise.

I don't know how long it took, in the center of the square where the silence had regained its silence, there was an illusory fluctuation in the air, and a person appeared directly.

This man was unkempt, with a few eyebrows, and a striking rosacea on his face, who else could he be if he wasn't an old drunkard.

It's just that he seems to have regained his previous unobtrusive personality now, and after he appeared, he slapped his head hard, shouting loudly while screaming in pain: "Drinking is really a mistake, even the wine gourd has been forgotten, you must quit drinking in the future, quit drinking!"

He waved his sleeves, and immediately He Jun reappeared, but at this time he was still unconscious, the old man put him aside, and with a wave of his hand, the wine gourd in the center of the square that covered the sky and the sun immediately shrank, until it turned into an ordinary size, and the old drunkard hooked his fingers, and the wine gourd flew in front of him on its own.

The old drunkard grabbed it and was about to put it back on his waist, but suddenly, he seemed to hear a sound in the gourd.

"No, no, I just said I want to quit drinking!"

"But if you don't drink it, it's wasted, and it's not good to waste it!"

"Why don't you take another bite?"

......

He Jun opened his eyes and found that he had actually returned to Earth, what was going on? He clearly remembered that he was on a huge square, undergoing some unknown alcohol test.

He Jun immediately began to run, and with this run, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he was just spinning in place, and he would never be able to break through this range.

What's going on! Are you really trapped here? alone?

He Jun has now finally come into contact with the first major test of cultivation: loneliness!

Of course, this is also the old drunkard's lack of consideration before, but who can know that He Jun does not belong to the human world?

He Jun was in this space, day by day, year by year, he would not be tired or hungry, and the huge sense of loneliness and emptiness directly enveloped him, and he began to feel disheartened.

However, at this moment, in a trance, he seemed to hear a call, which was extremely ethereal, and it seemed that there was a strong wind between them, but He Jun still caught this call in his ears in an instant.

It seems that someone is constantly calling "son, son". It was a woman's voice, she was calling for her son, her voice was hoarse, it seemed that before He Jun heard it, she didn't know how long she had been shouting.

He Jun burst into tears all of a sudden, and for no reason, he had such a thought in his heart: This voice came from his mother. And He Jun was immediately convinced.

Because of this voice, it brought him warmth and infinite strength, He Jun sniffled and smiled happily: "I am not an orphan, my mother is calling me all the time, they love me!" Although he only heard the female voice, He Jun believed that at this moment, there was a back like a mountain standing beside that woman!

He Jun was immediately full of confidence, after the voice disappeared, He Jun immediately crossed his knees, constantly running his internal qi, although it was not a long time and there was still no improvement in the total amount, but He Jun felt that the operation of internal qi was becoming more and more flexible.

Then He Jun noticed the cyclone in his lower abdomen, in which the shadow of two petals could barely be seen, and He Jun immediately thought of the scene of meeting this strange flower at that time.

This strange flower is side by side with the sunset, with the same light as the sunset, and even the same as the sunset, with a layer of white light shrouded in the periphery, but the light is not like light, as if it is all entities.

That's right!

He Jun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, the sun is still the sun, and what he sees in it is still the sun, but if the power is too great, it may destroy the earth, and maybe the sun itself will explode, so it compresses the energy and creates another self inside his body.

Create another oneself!

He Jun felt as if he had touched a certain gate, but he didn't know how to open this door at the moment, but he was not in a hurry, He Jun glanced around, and finally a smile appeared on his face for the first time.

"What I have is time. ”

At this time, in the middle of the square, the cry shook the sky, but it was the old drunkard who was holding an empty gourd in one hand, and he was already unconscious. He Jun, who was lying next to him, had a change at this time, and an endless white mist evaporated above He Jun's body.

He Jun's face was red, as if the wine in his body had evaporated, but these white mist were not like the smell of wine, they dispersed as soon as the wind blew, but under the continuous condensation, it was extremely thick, and it directly became bigger than He Jun himself.

Above this lake, at this time suddenly appeared a drop of blue light, this drop of water droplets, droplets, directly into the milky white lake, when the lake was originally calm and calm, suddenly the wind and clouds, angry waves, but when the waves surged, it was constantly converging towards the center, and the volume was getting smaller and smaller.

In the end, this lake condensed into the size of an altar, and the whole body was flat, it was really like an altar, this altar burst out with extreme suction, blowing a hurricane, and when the spiritual power surged, it turned directly into a streamer and drilled into He Jun's head.

Suddenly, there was not a trace of dark clouds in the sky, but lightning and thunder roared, and the sky was constantly in flames, as if someone was roaring something, and it seemed that the existence of He Jun had touched some taboos.

The old drunkard turned over at this time, and he didn't know whether he was dreaming or waking, and muttered a word: "Three ......"