The five-colored divine light swirled around Zhao Qing's body, and the two visions of Qingjiao Dapeng were colorful and harmonious, not so much that Zhao Qing was sent into that void crack, but that he was kicked into it by the earth dog.

In fact, Zhao Qing's consciousness has always been very clear, and he can clearly hear the conversation between the two of them.

It's just that his breath fluctuations and behavioral abilities have been suppressed to the extreme, and outsiders look more like dead people with weak breath.

Zhao Qing knew the unreliability of the earth dog very well in his heart, but he didn't expect that he would be able to pit a certain new realm at the critical moment, if he hadn't lost his ability to act at the moment, he was afraid that he would be able to jump up and tear the earth dog alive.

Taking advantage of the fire to rob, it was nothing more than falling into the well, and almost without hesitation, he pushed Zhao Qing to the edge of life and death.

Finally, when the void crack was about to heal, Zhao Qing regained the power of physical action, and he turned his head violently and roared.

"Dead dog, you wait for me, I'm going to pick your skin!"

The earth dog shook his ears and said with a puzzled expression: "Hey, how did I hear that kid's voice, well, he must be grateful to me for sending him this creation, it must be yes!"

The remaining sword body stood in place, with an indifferent expression on his face, as if he was not moved by the chaotic farce in front of him, maybe this should be what a corpse should be.

"Boom!" Zhao Qing clenched his fists, his face turned pale, and a brilliant rainbow rushed out of the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint, which was the endless anger in his heart.

But the next moment, Zhao Qing bent down violently with a 'poof', and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He began to look at the place in front of him in horror, and his breath was quickly restrained, and he didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

It was cold and dark, and there was no source of light at all, except for a huge bluestone suspended in the void under his feet, which was faintly glowing.

Compared to the silence on the ancient road before. What makes people even more unsettling here is the contemplation that is transmitted in the depths of the soul all the time, there is no wind, there is no life, but it seems that there are always thousands of pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness of the depths looking here.

What made Zhao Qing so shocked was not these, but an oppression from the void space, once he released a little mana. It would feel like there was an endless mountain town, it was an irresistible force, and even in a moment, he smelled the breath of real death.

His intuition told him that the strangeness of this place was terrifying, that it was a force that repelled the outside world, and that any breath that did not belong to this place would be ruthlessly obliterated and suppressed once released.

The price Zhao Qing paid was a mouthful of true blood, and his head was still groggy until this moment. It felt like a trace of my soul had been drained, and it was very uncomfortable, but I could only endure it first.

The bluestone is only a few zhang away, emitting a dim glow like fireflies, sleeping quietly in this space.

All you see is a stone table, several stone benches, and a dilapidated tree.

Stone table, stone bench top is very clean. Because there is no dust in this space, even for countless years in the past. It would still be spotless, with a withered tree about a few feet tall and cracked throughout, without any greenery or life, only a bare trunk.

It is more appropriate to say that it is not so much a tree as a piece of dry firewood.

It stretched out its dragon-like branches. The trunk of the tree is vigorous and powerful, and the rhizome is deeply rooted in the bluestone, like an old man who has been alone in the years, standing in the silent world for thousands of years.

There was still a little thing on the stone table, which was slowly seen as Zhao Qing walked in. It was a flask and a glass.

"Hey, there is still wine in this wine jug, why is it so fragrant?" Zhao Qing twitched his nose vigorously, because there was an intoxicating fragrance in the air, which was very strong, and it could not be smelled at first, but suddenly rushed into his nose after approaching the stone table.

This aroma is very special, making people feel like they can't control their minds, even if they smell a little, they feel that they are fluttering all over their bodies, and their mood is extremely ethereal in an instant.

"Could it be that this is immortal wine?" Zhao Qing's eyes flashed, he was not a good drinker, but he also knew the way of wine.

It is rare in the world to smell a little aroma like this, and only the word immortal wine can afford this weight.

In the past, I heard that the woodcutters in the mountains and wilderness and the like, occasionally got a drop of immortal wine in the mountains, cut the hair and wash the marrow, re-forged the muscles and bones, and cultivated the supreme mystical skill, which shocked the desolate world.

This is not an empty legend, but a real fact, and this person is on the mixed earth peak of Haoyun Immortal Sect, but this elder is difficult to see on weekdays, because he is immersed in wine all the year round, and he is almost drunk all day long, but even like this, no one dares to underestimate this strange elder, because the combat power is indeed terrifying.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Qing rubbed his hands happily, he slowly walked to the stone table, looked around carefully, and found that there was nothing abnormal before sitting down.

This is not a peaceful place, everything must be kept an eye on, even if this is really a pot of immortal wine in front of him, Zhao Qing also feels that something is faintly inappropriate.

After sitting down and scrutinizing it for a while, he realized that there was a line of small writing on the stone table.

"A glass of sake, I hope that future generations will taste it for themselves!"

The handwriting is very delicate, but to be honest, Zhao Qing doesn't know any of these words, because it is completely different from the words circulating on the Honghuang Continent now, but the charm flowing between the lines is extremely true to express the meaning of the writer.

Zhao Qing lifted the jug and poured a full cup into the wine glass alone, no more, no less, when the last drop of wine fell, the wine jug turned into a pride in Zhao Qing's palm and dispersed.

The colorless and tasteless wine is crystal clear, and it is strange to say that after the wine is poured out, it is no longer able to smell the intoxicating aroma before, like a glass of ordinary white water.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Qing still picked up the wine glass, raised his neck and drank it all.

The wine melts in the mouth, moistening like a glorious satin, directly spreading out in the middle of Zhao Qing's tongue buds.

In an instant, Zhao Qing's face turned green, and he almost retched, and the whole face was distorted.

It's bitter!

What kind of wine is this, it is clearly a glass of bitter water, and Zhao Qing can't describe the bitter taste. It was as if the blood all over the body had been replaced by bitter bile, the bitter internal organs were whirling, and the bitter soul was twitching.

Zhao Qing squatted down and wanted to spit out the liquor he drank, but unfortunately the liquor melted in his mouth and had already entered his qi and blood in the blink of an eye.

Bittersweet and sour is a sensory touch. Zhao Qing never thought that one day he would be able to taste such a degree of bitterness, as if every pore and nerve on his body were twitching in bitterness, and he was bitter, his eyes were full of crystals, his mouth was foaming at the mouth, and he almost rolled on the ground with his stomach covered.

"Oh my God, what kind of wine is this?" Zhao Qing felt that there was a ghost hallucination in front of his eyes.

In the midst of a whirlwind, the old tree that had withered before appeared a trace of greenery at some point, and a little vigorous bud burst out from the cracked old bark and began to slowly pull out new leaves.

Zhao Qing's consciousness began to blur. He couldn't even tell if everything in front of him was real or not, because it was as if there was a fire burning in his internal organs, which made him miserable.

"Is it bitter?"

An ethereal voice came into Zhao Qing's ears, as if it was coming from the stone table, but there was no one here except Zhao Qing who appeared.

Zhao Qing's consciousness was in a state of wandering, and after hearing this voice, he only replied instinctively: "It's very bitter!"

"Is it bitter?" Who knew that the voice didn't pay attention to Zhao Qing, but said it again on its own.

Zhao Qing gritted his teeth and struggled to support. Word by word: "Bitter into the liver and sausage, it can be called the most!"

"Is it bitter?"

This was followed by a third inquiry. Just like the previous two.

Zhao Qing wanted to open his mouth, but his mouth was extremely interfering, and even his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't make any sound at all.

At this time, a little crystal dew dropped, and it fell into Zhao Qing's mouth with a click.

It was the dew that flowed from the new leaves of the young bud on the tree. The green shoots had already pulled out several fresh leaves, there was no wind here, but they were shaking slightly, and the dew the size of a fingernail fell on Zhao Qing's mouth because of the vibration of the green leaves.

It was like rain falling from the sky, and this drop of dew fell on Zhao Qing's mouth. In an instant, a trace of cool air rushed up, diluting the boundless bitter taste a lot, and it also made Zhao Qing finally free from the sea of bitterness, and couldn't help but feel that the turbidity in his heart and chest dissipated, and it was also the first time he breathed fresh air.

"The sorrow of all beings is condensed into a cup of bitter wine, and only the hope of new life can dissolve it!"

The voice in the void came again, which made Zhao Qing jump up violently, and when he looked around, he saw that there was nothing unusual, but his back was covered in cold sweat.

"What does this mean, what is the hope of a new life, where is the hope, and who are you?"

He tried to find out where the sound came from, but after listening to it for a long time, he couldn't tell where it came from, and it felt as if it was echoing in his ears.

"Hope is all beings, all beings are the source of hope, and it is not heaven and earth that regard all things as dogs!"

After the mysterious voice finished saying this, it disappeared, and no matter how much Zhao Qing shouted, he no longer appeared.

Zhao Qing was at a loss, he didn't know what these words meant, the most important thing was the glass of wine, he thought it was some kind of immortal wine elixir that was left behind, but he didn't expect that it would have no effect at all except for bittering half of his life.

After smashing his mouth a few times, the bitterness on his taste buds could still be felt, and Zhao Qing was secretly dissatisfied in his heart: What is this called, inexplicably a cup of bitter wine in the stomach, and he didn't get any benefits.

A strange sound came from the "click", and Zhao Qing stared at it.

It turned out to be from the old tree, and a crack appeared in the cracked bark, as if the extraction of the new sprout had depleted the only remaining nutrients in the dead wood, making the dead wood in front of him more and more lifeless.

The strange sound was emitted by the cracked wound of the old skin, and it was shocking like a hideous scar.

The sprouts are withering rapidly, a green leaf falls off the body, and floats to the palm of Zhao Qing's hand, this leaf is more or less emerald, like a delicate jadeite carving, although it is ordinary, but it also has a dark luster.

This old tree is not a rare sacred tree, it is an ordinary wild tree, even the leaves it falls are bland, Zhao Qing looked at it carefully for a long time, and did not notice the slightest fluctuation of aura in the leaves.

Zhao Qing raised the leaves in his hand, staring at every trace of the leaf vein lines, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly: "I'm here to find the news of the Five Elements Treasure Body, what is it to get this leaf in the end, can it be said that I really have no chance to see the secret of the treasure body?"

And this leaf didn't look like a secret treasure at all, at best, it was just an ordinary old tree and new leaves, which made Zhao Qing feel a little speechless.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zhao Qing decided to put away this leaf, even if it was useless, but it was better to keep it for a few years, after all, the taste of today's cup of bitter wine Zhao Qing would never forget in his life.

He put the leaf in his arms, but he didn't expect that the seemingly thin and gauzy leaf was actually quite sharp, and he scratched the blood on Zhao Qing's finger without paying attention, and a drop of bright red blood fell on the surface of the leaf.

In an instant, a bright light bloomed from the leaves, like the most brilliant sun rising, leaving tears in the eyes of Zhao Qing, who was close at hand, and he was almost blinded by Sheng Guang.

Zhao Qing's blood rolled on the smooth leaf surface, like real droplet dewdrops, and while the leaves were glowing, Zhao Qing's blood was also emitting a dazzling and bewitching red light. (To be continued.) )