In a tranquil mountain, the wine swallowing boy sits alone on a piece of bluestone, carrying a huge gourd.

The mountains are undulating and the verdant woods are gently swaying in the breeze, as if singing for this special occasion.

The sun had already set in the west, and the afterglow was sprinkled on the top of the mountains, forming a golden glow.

The drunken boy was tall and handsome, but at the moment he was shrouded in a shadow of melancholy.

He exuded an evil aura all over his body, and his black clothes fluttered in the wind, like a ghost in the night.

His hair was as black as a crow's feather, and he hung down on his broad shoulders, looking unusually messy.

His eyes were deep and dark, like two obsidian, containing endless pain and sorrow.

The gourd carried by the wine swallowing boy was taller than his body, and the surface of the gourd was clearly textured, full of mysterious runes, and seemed to contain infinite power.

There was a crack in the gourd, and a faint green light oozed from it, like a flowing tear.

The vines of the gourd coiled around the body of the drunken boy like a dragon, as if they were sharing some kind of emotion with him.

Beneath the bluestone is a clear mountain spring with a gentle sound of water.

There were some jars and glasses scattered around the drunken boy, and it seemed that he had been drinking alone here for some time.

The smell of wine on the wine jar spreads, blending with the fresh air of the mountains, and diffuses a faint aroma of wine.

The expression of the drunken boy was contemplative and melancholy. His brow furrowed slightly, and his eyes were misty and deep, as if he was recalling the past. His lips pursed, and his expression revealed an indescribable pain.

He hugged the gourd, as if trying to find something, but he couldn't seem to find an answer.

In the distance, the birds of the mountains are singing, as if they are singing for the sorrow of the drunken boy.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on him, forming a golden halo, like a hero tormented by fate.

The mountain breeze blows, with a faint fragrance of flowers, making this scene even more secluded and mysterious.

This scene seems to be an eternal picture, the drunken boy sits alone in the mountains, carrying a huge gourd, immersed in his own sorrows, blending with nature and resonating with the vicissitudes of time.

The melancholy scene of the drunken boy becomes more mysterious and deep as night falls.

The stars lit up the sky, the moon hung high in the sky, and the silvery glow sprinkled through the mountains, adding a layer of mystery to this silent valley.

The wine-swallowing boy was still sitting on the bluestone, and his appearance was still impressive.

The black robe looked even more somber at night, and his figure loomed in the moonlight, like a phantom in the valley.

His fingers caressed the huge gourd, and his fingertips slid through the cracks, as if communicating with the gourd, telling the pain in his heart.

The wine jar and wine glasses next to the mountain spring shimmered faintly in the moonlight, and the aroma of wine still wafted in the air.

The eyes of the drunken boy were even deeper, and his thoughts seemed to drift to the unknown in the distance.

He closed his eyes, as if he were thinking about a memory, as if he was looking for some lost answer.

The night breeze blows, and the faint sound of the babbling stream in the woods, intertwined with the whispers of birds, seems to tell the story of nature.

The drunken boy's demeanor gradually calmed down, and his brow slowly relaxed, as if accepting something, establishing some subtle connection with the nature in the valley.

This moment, full of tranquility, melancholy and mystery, seems to be a scene from an ancient legend.

Just as the drunken boy resonated with the valley in the night, suddenly, a breeze brought a strange smell.

In the mountains and forests, the leaves gently rub against each other, as if to herald an unusual encounter that is about to take place.

In the distance, Xu Fu was wearing a shabby robe, his figure was tall and majestic.

He held a golden Changge, the blade of which shimmered in the moonlight.

Xu Fu's face was calm and serious, he had already sensed the existence of the drunken boy, and his face became a little grim.

The forces of two different worlds converge in this silent valley, and the atmosphere becomes tense and charged.

Xu Fu's eyes were as perceptive as stars, and he stopped a few steps away, staring at the wine-swallowing boy vigilantly.

The wine-swallowing boy slowly opened his eyes and sensed Xu Fu's arrival.

"Is my best friend dead at your hands?" The wine-swallowing boy breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly got up and put on a posture, and the whole person was full of demonic energy.

Xu Fu did not answer the Ghost Devouring Boy's question, but stared into his eyes, his gaze full of determination.

He knew that this confrontation was inevitable because the power of the Devil Devourer had become too dangerous, and his mission was to protect the world from the forces of evil.

Feeling Xu Fu's determination, the Ghost Devouring Boy took a deep breath, and then shouted, "Since that's the case, then come!" ”

With his words, the Devil Devouring Boy's body began to change. Demonic energy poured out of his body like smoke, forming a dark atmosphere around him.

His skin turned pale, his eyes blood-red, and his teeth were as sharp as knives.

The black robe hunted under the shroud of demonic energy, as if the black-winged demon god had descended to the mortal world.

Xu Fu clenched Changge, and his body began to exude a powerful energy.

His robes hunted in the wind, and his eyes became bright and determined.

He's ready to fight the Devil Swallower.

The battle was about to break out, and the ghost swallowing boy instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Xu Fu.

His speed was so fast that it was elusive, and Changge's blade light collided with the demonic energy, making a piercing crashing sound.

Xu Fu was calm, and his Changge turned into a golden light, canceling out the attack of the Devil Devouring Boy.

The figures of the two are staggered, and the speed is so fast that it has exceeded the limits of human beings.

Every confrontation was accompanied by lightning sparks, making it difficult to see them.

The Devil Devouring Boy's attacks are unpredictable, sometimes turning into a pitch-black shadow, sometimes turning into a sharp blade, and his demonic power seems to have no limit.

And Xu Fu responded with a firm attitude, his Changge was like a divine weapon, and every swing had a release of power.

The air in the valley became tense and heavy, and the battle between the two stirred the mountain forest, the trees swayed, and the sound of mountain spring water seemed to join the symphony of the battle.

The battle between the Ghost Devouring Boy and Xu Fu was in full swing, their forces were constantly colliding, and the duel between demon power and Dao power plunged the entire valley into chaos.

The attack of the Wine Devouring Boy was extremely ferocious, his long sleeves were flying, his demonic power was surging, and every time he swung the golden Changge, he carried a devastating power.

Xu Fu was calm and calm, and his Changge turned into a golden light, blocking every attack of the wine-swallowing boy.

The wind howled in the valley, and the two figures intertwined in the moonlight, turning into a magnificent battle scene.

The drunken boy's gaze became fanatical, and he unleashed more demonic power when he fought against Xu Fu, but Xu Fu's tenacity seemed unwavering.

Xu Fu suddenly launched a powerful attack, and Chang Ge slashed through an arc, the golden light was like electricity, and instantly hit the body of the wine swallowing boy.

A loud bang echoed through the valley, and the drunken boy was shaken out and slammed into an ancient tree, the trunk shattered and the leaves scattered.

The drunken boy stood up with a sly smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be seriously hurt.

His demonic power erupted again, turning into pitch-black flames that encircled his body in the form of a demon beast.

This demon beast was hideous and powerful, roaring and pounced on Xu Fu.

Xu Fu's gaze was firm, and he knew that this was the moment of decisive battle.

His long ge swung again, and the golden light intertwined with the demon beast.

The battle has entered a white-hot stage, and the confrontation between demon power and Dao power is like a battle between heaven and earth.

The energy fluctuations in the valley became more and more intense, and the aftermath of the battle swept by, destroying the trees and resounding with the sound of mountain springs.

The contest between the two powerhouses has surpassed the comprehension of mortals, and their power is constantly sublimating.

The sparks of battle burst forth in the valley, and time seemed to freeze.

The demonic power of the wine-swallowing boy and the Dao power of Xu Fu are intertwined, and the fierce conflicts are constantly interpreted.

The demon beast form of the Wine Devouring Boy became even more terrifying, the roar was deafening, and the huge claws and sharp claws seemed to tear everything apart.

But Xu Fu did not show weakness, his Changge turned into a golden whirlwind, pierced the night sky, and started a fierce fight with the demon beast.

The energy fluctuations in the valley are becoming more and more intense, and nature seems to be responding to this battle beyond mortals.

The wind roared, the moonlight illuminated the figures of the two strong men, the trees toppled under the impact of the battle, and the sound of mountain spring water seemed to be a shout.

Xu Fu gradually gained the upper hand, his Dao power became stronger and stronger, and golden light filled the entire battlefield.

The wine-swallowing boy in the form of a demon beast began to gradually lose control, and his body showed obvious weakness.

In the valley, the battle between the Wine Swallowing Boy and Xu Fu entered a white-hot stage, and the two were evenly matched, and each confrontation provoked strong energy fluctuations.

The drunken boy turned into a warrior full of demonic power, and Changge danced in his hands, and the golden light pierced the night sky.

His attacks were swift and ferocious, and each swing seemed to tear the ground apart.

His demonic power turned into pitch-black flames, surrounding his body, forming a powerful coercion.

Xu Fu, on the other hand, was steady and tenacious, his Dao robe fluttered in the wind, and the golden Changge was like a divine weapon, exuding powerful Dao power when he wielded it.

His gaze was firm and calm, and he kept defusing the drunken boy's attacks, skillfully dodging the fatal blow.

The duel between the two is like a wonderful performance on stage, and each move combines demonic power and Dao power, showing extraordinary combat skills.

The air in the valley is full of sparks and light, the trees are swaying, and the sound of mountain springs seems to sing the praises of this magnificent showdown.

The battle between the two powerhouses is further escalated, and their moves and movements are like an exquisite dance, full of infinite power and skill.

The wine-swallowing boy's Changge waved like the wind, with a golden trajectory, piercing the night sky. Each swing was accompanied by a roaring demonic force that caused a storm in the valley.

His offensive was unpredictable, sometimes like a storm, sometimes like a thunderstorm.

Each of his moves carries a devastating power, as if capable of tearing everything apart.

Xu Fu's counterattack was equally strong, and his Changge turned into a golden whirlwind, defusing the attack of the drunken boy.

His moves are extremely subtle, full of the depth of Dao power.

Sometimes he is on the defensive, sometimes he is offensive, and every move is precise and powerful, accurately hitting the weakness of the drunken boy.

The two are staggered, and their speed is beyond the limits of human beings.

Their movements are like lightning and flint, and every encounter is accompanied by lightning sparks, making it difficult to see them.

The aftermath of the battle swept by, the trees in the valley were shaken and swayed, and the sound of mountain springs was like a shout.

Energy fluctuations continued to erupt, forming an indescribable chaos.

Xu Fu and the Wine Swallowing Boy's expressions both became solemn, and they understood that this battle would determine the future of the valley.

Their strength and skill have reached the peak, and the difference between victory and defeat may be only a thin line.

The battle in the valley is further sublimated, and the moves of the two powerhouses are more exquisite, and each encounter seems to create a visual feast.

The wine-swallowing boy's Changge swung up, forming a golden whirlwind, and the blade whistled by.

His attacks were filled with demonic rage, sometimes like a monstrous wave, sometimes like a blazing fire.

Each of his moves carries a unique coercion, as if he is a god from the demon world.

Xu Fu's Changge bloomed with golden light, like a divine weapon.

His moves are precise and determined, defusing the attack of the drunken boy.

Sometimes he is on the defensive, sometimes he is attacking like thunder, and every move is carried with a powerful Dao power, accurately aiming at the weakness of the wine swallowing boy.

The figures of the two powerhouses are staggered, and the speed has surpassed the limits of human beings.

Their moves are unpredictable, sometimes fierce as a storm, sometimes as calm as mountains and rivers.

Each collision is accompanied by dazzling sparks that light up the entire valley.

The aftermath of the battle spread, the trees in the valley swayed, and the sound of mountain springs sounded like singing.

Coercion and energy fluctuations erupted continuously, creating an incredible scene.

Xu Fu and the Wine Swallowing Boy had a firm gaze, they knew that this battle would decide the fate of the valley.

Their skills have reached the pinnacle, and there is only a thin line between victory and defeat.

The battle in the valley was further sublimated, and the duel between the Wine Swallowing Boy and Xu Fu had reached a thrilling situation, and it seemed that the whole of nature trembled.

As the wine-swallowing boy's Changge waved, the golden light gushed like flames, and every move he made carried a ferocious attack, as if he was about to turn the valley into dust.

His demonic power turned into a dark whirlwind that was suffocating, and every attack was accompanied by a roar.

Xu Fu's Changge was full of determination, his golden light piercing the night sky, and his moves were accurate and powerful, defusing the attack of the Wine Devouring Boy with ease.

Sometimes he is on the defensive like a mountain, sometimes he is attacking like a wind, and every move carries a powerful Dao power, hitting the vital point of the drunken boy.

(End of chapter)