The old man was sloppy, his clothes were tattered and dirty, but his eyes were as bright as diamonds.

"What a clear aroma!"

Yang Yu also reacted, inhaling a trace of the aroma of wine, and the divine power in his body was about to move, as if he had forgotten everything for the time being, and was intoxicated by the sweet wine.

Then, behind the wine fairy, eight people appeared one after another, including a woman.

After seeing the woman's appearance clearly, Yang Yu suddenly grew a mouth.

The woman was none other than Yang Qingqing, who had been separated from him for several years, and this change made Yang Yu stunned for a while, and his brain suddenly crashed.

However, Yang Yu was now in a state of disguise, and Yang Qingqing only felt a little familiar, so he couldn't help but look at Yang Yu twice, and immediately began to pay attention to the situation in front of him.

Yang Yu was full of excitement, Yang Qingqing was now in the Void God Realm.

He was very curious, Yang Qingqing's cultivation was extremely low back then, but it was only in the Yuan Master Realm, and after six or seven years, he had even crossed more than ten realms and advanced to the Void God Realm.

So, what adventures has she had over the years?

You must know that Yang Yu has gone through countless life-and-death struggles, plus countless life and death opportunities, to have the strength to cultivate today, how did Yang Qingqing do it?

At the same time, he was also very puzzled, Yang Qingqing actually got together with this old drunkard?

What is their relationship?

"Mo Qingyun, you have really grown away from the Hate Sect, and you dare to touch my people. The old drunkard's bright eyes pierced Mo Qingyun directly, and his eyes actually had a tendency to become substantial, and Mo Qingyun's eyes were dull at a glance, as if he had lost his soul.

The vitality on Mo Qingyun's body also disappeared quickly.

"Senior Immortal in the Wine, I am presumptuous from the Hate Sect, if you know that this son is your person, even if you give me a hundred dares from the Hate Sect, we don't dare to touch him, and please be merciful to the seniors. At this time, Mo Centrifugal knew. If he doesn't open his mouth to beg for mercy, Mo Qingyun will die.

"Hmph, what kind of thing are you? Dare to be presumptuous in front of me, even if Mo Li's hatred comes. I also have to shut up obediently for Lao Tzu. ”

The old drunkard snorted coldly, and Na Mo suddenly felt a shock to the sea of knowledge, his soul was disordered, and he was bleeding strangely, and his appearance was extremely miserable. Vitality also passes quickly, which is why the old drunkard's men are merciful.

"Seniors, wouldn't it be a **** to shoot at the two juniors like this?"

At this time, Yu He suddenly stood up and begged for mercy for the Lihate Sect, after all, the Lihate Sect belonged to the top ten ancient sects, if Mo Lixing and Mo Qingyun were killed here, it would be difficult for him to explain in the Spirit Palace.

Among the ten ancient sects, the Spirit Hall is the most powerful faction. If the leaders of the nine ancient sects who deserve their name do not come forward to defend the Lihate Sect, which ancient sect will still obey their arrangements with peace of mind in the future?

"So, the Spirit Hall is going to stand up for the Leaving Hate Sect?" The old drunkard's face suddenly turned cold, and he looked at Yu He.

"After all, the Leaving Hate Sect is one of the ten ancient sects, and it is under the jurisdiction of the Spirit Palace, if I sit idly by and ignore it today, will the Leaving Hate Sect be headed by the Spirit Hall in the future?" Yu He Zhenzhen said.

"What are you doing, what do you care about Lao Tzu?" the old drunkard sneered and said, "Lao Tzu can do whatever he likes." Your Spirit Hall is in charge of heaven and earth, do you still want to control Lao Tzu's head? Don't you think that Ling Baiyi has broken through the shackles of heaven and earth?"

Ling Baiyi is the hall master of the Spirit Palace. Recognized as the strongest martial artist on the continent, the peak cultivation of the god king.

If there really was a realm beyond the God King in this heaven and earth, then Ling Baiyi might be the highest.

"Even if the hall master doesn't break through the shackles of heaven and earth, you are not an opponent. ”

Yu He squinted his eyes, and a ray of essence light was released from them, and he said indifferently: "Besides." The seniors came this time, it's just a wisp of clones, if the ontology comes, why don't I naturally get involved in this matter, but the seniors are just a wisp of clones, just like a shock to the heroes here?"

The old drunkard was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, and said: "Yu He kid is really smart, I am indeed a doppelganger this time, but just a clone, it is just a matter of raising his hand to destroy the Hate Sect." ”

"If the body is strong enough, even if a wisp of clone comes, it can also overpower the martial artists here, this wisp of clone is only one-tenth of my body, Yu He boy, do you want to try?"

Saying this, the old drunkard directly let go of Mo Qingyun and Mo Li, and stared straight at Yu He.

The warriors present were all leaders in the mainland, geniuses of major forces, or those in charge, but in front of the old drunkard, they always felt that they were bowed.

When a wisp of clone descends, it can suppress the power of the God King Realm, how strong is its body?

How domineering this is! I don't even put the inspector of the Spirit Hall in my eyes, I'm afraid, only the Lone Ranger Wine Immortal has this guts, and if you are a martial artist of the other nine ancient sects, I'm afraid you don't have the guts.

Although the Nine Ancient Sects are extremely strong, they are always led by the Spirit Palace.

may dare to disobey the Spirit Hall behind his back, but on the bright side, he must definitely take the Spirit Hall as the leader.

"Then, the boy has to learn from his seniors. Yu He's eyes flashed with essence, and the fifth-layer soul altar suddenly shook and shook, and a world appeared above his head, which was the realm of the gods, and the rules emanating from it definitely shocked everyone present.

"Insect carving skills. ”

The old drunkard smiled coldly with disdain, first poured a large sip of wine, and then spewed out, and suddenly the sweet and mellow aroma of wine filled the air, which made everyone intoxicated.

A realm of gods with wine as a medium was condensed, and the realm of gods of Yu He was enveloped in it.

Yu He, who was in the wine world, showed a face full of intoxication, but soon, he regained consciousness, and as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, and then he pinched out a trick, conjuring countless handprints, and shooting away in all directions.

"Break it for me!"

Yu He exclaimed, but he was very shocked in his heart, the other party was just a wisp of clones, and the realm of the gods constructed at random almost let himself fall, and the other party was too powerful.

However, as the inspector of the Spirit Temple, his status is extremely high, if he is planted today, what face will he have in the future?

The rules of divine power surged wildly, filling the entire void, all of which were the power of the realm, and although the martial artists here could feel this power, they did not do any damage to them.

This can only show that the other party's control over the rules of the God Realm has reached an extremely high level.

Suddenly, a powerful force oppressed, and Yu He felt that he was about to be squeezed, but the face of the strong man made him hold on for a while.

After a few breaths, Yu He's face became more and more hideous, and then began to show a look of intoxication.

"But Erl!"

As soon as the old drunkard pointed out, a huge finger shadow fell, pointing on Yu He's divine body, and actually broke Yu He's divine realm, and then, a figure fell down quickly, smashing into the ground, and suddenly dusty.

"Yu He, you still haven't made any progress, you can't even beat me apart, how can you say that you can save the martial artist of the Hate Sect?" said the old drunkard with an indifferent look. (To be continued.) )