However, Qin Lang enjoyed this time of 'squeezing' snowballs.

After all, the more diligent Xueqiu is, the more prosperous Forget Worry Mountain will be.

Correspondingly, even the merits he received became much faster.

Of course, Qin Langhui also used his mana from time to time to observe how the wine was brewed.

But it wasn't until the first drop of earth spirit milk condensed in the porcelain jar that Qin Lang opened the jar of green plum wine.

Very good!

When Qin Lang smelled the faint aroma of wine, he knew that he had successfully taken the first step.

But when he thought of the sourness of Qingmei, Qin Lang was a little reluctant to try it first.

"Snowball, master, the spirit wine I brewed is finished, do you want to try it?"

"Yes!"

Qin Lang was waiting for this sentence.

Hurriedly took out the teacup made of the heart of the 10,000-year-old tree and poured a full cup for the snowball.

The little guy probably saw the extraordinaryness of this spirit wine, and actually drank it clean in one gulp.

Qin Lang saw that he was not rolled on the ground with acid like the last time he ate Hongxia hawthorn, and he poured himself a glass with satisfaction.

But Qin Lang only took a sip, and the whole person was completely sober.

Although this sip also tasted a little bit of wine.

But the sourness unique to Qingmei made him, a big Luo Jinxian, feel a little numb in his scalp.

Qin Lang thought that the snowball taste had been lost, so he didn't taste the sourness of this wine.

But when he saw the snowball shrink again, he realized that he had been tricked by this little guy.

"You're a snowball, you dare to lie to me!"

"It was the master who moved his mind first!"

Hearing this, Qin Lang picked up the snowball and poured two cups of hawthorn wine and sea buckthorn wine into it.

When I saw Snowball's little face wrinkled, I finally put it down satisfied.

Well, what he's brewing now is an alcoholic drink at best.

If it is made from purple jade grapes, it will be forgotten, but the green plum hawthorn, which has its own sour and refreshing spiritual fruit, is really not good.

Looks like it's going to have to be distilled a few more times!

But at this moment, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed color.

Seeing this, Qin Lang knew that it was time to get down to business, and returned directly to the main hall with the snowball.

In order to be safe, Qin Lang used two hearts, using the Tianshui fishing drum to protect the peach tree, and he opened a large array to guard the mountain.

In the midst of this calamity, even if Qin Lang wanted to calculate the heavenly opportunity, there was no way.

However, after so many years on Forget Worry Mountain, his patience has already been trained.

He didn't choose to leave the formation alone after opening it, but maintained the formation while absorbing the aura to supplement his cultivation.

"Master, what's going on outside the mountain now?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

Snowball seemed to be dissatisfied with his answer, and actually summoned the big bluestone to the main hall and sharpened his claws beside him.

"Snowball, are you trying to compete with me?"

"No, no, no, we have some guys who are not afraid of death coming in from the Forget Worry Mountain, and I plan to sharpen my claws so that I can help my master. ”

Qin Lang couldn't help but be vigilant when he heard this.

You know, he maintained the formation from beginning to end, how did those guys that Snowball felt get in?

"Snowball, can you handle those guys?"

"I don't know... Their aura is very strong, and they are rushing to the side of Forget Worry Peak. ”

Hearing this, Qin Lang sensed the situation in the mountain again, but he still didn't notice anything wrong.

However, because of Xueqiu's reminder, Qin Lang injected some of his mana into the Shuimu Dao robe, and gave Xueqiu the porcelain jar that purified the demonic qi filth.

"Master, here they are!"

Qin Lang listened to the words and looked carefully, but he still found nothing.

But what Qin Lang didn't expect was that Xueqiu was still a militant.

After just a few words, the porcelain jar was thrown out.

When Qin Lang saw the snowball shoot, he naturally didn't dare to delay, and directly injected a mana into the porcelain jar.

I saw that the porcelain jar had become several times larger with the blessing of this mana, and with a strong suction, three black-clothed and masked guys appeared in front of Qin Lang's eyes.

"Snowball, are these three people the only ones on the top of the mountain now?"

"No, they still have an accomplice, but they're stuck in our kitchen. ”

When Qin Lang heard this, he looked at the three of them.

Discovering that their main body was nothing more than a few Sky Thief Rats of the Golden Immortal Realm, he was instantly relieved.

For this kind of guy who can't be used as an ingredient, Qin Lang directly made a ruthless move.

A few more mana were injected into the porcelain jar, and the three Sky Thief Rats were directly collected.

Well, there's more fertilizer to water the spiritual roots.

However, when Qin Lang was about to clean up the one in the kitchen, a wail from the ancestral dragon suddenly resounded through the wilderness.

"My ancestral dragon is fighting to the death today, and I want to crush your bones and ashes!"

"I'm Yuanfeng..."

"My ancestral unicorn..."

Hearing this, Qin Lang threw the porcelain jar to Snowball and asked him to deal with the Sky Thief Mouse in the kitchen.

And he ran the mountain guard array with all his might.

The previous ones were just small roles, and Qin Lang could be destroyed at will.

But Zu Long's announcement means that the tribulation has come to an end.

The next thing is that the three clans were killed by Rahu and were picked by Hongyun after being killed.

At this time, Qin Lang couldn't be too careful.

Compared to those innate gods who went to the Western Continent to snatch opportunities, Qin Lang felt that it was safer to stay in the dojo.

But what Qin Lang didn't expect was that although Snowball had the porcelain jar he gave, it hadn't killed the Sky Thief Rat for a long time.

Qin Lang couldn't, so he could only divide a divine thought to see the situation.

But this look surprised Qin Lang himself.

I saw a transformed Sky Thief Rat covered with magic weapons, and although he was trapped in the kitchen, he seemed to be nothing.

"Snowball, what's the situation?"

"Fat sheep... Well, it's a fat mouse! Master, get rid of him quickly. I could feel that he had several powerful magic weapons on him. ”

Qin Lang didn't have much interest in magic weapons, but since the other party dared to touch his brow, he would kill him.

"Senior, slow down! I... I... There are many spiritual treasures and spiritual roots on the body, as long as the seniors are willing to spare the little one's life, the small one is willing to give it all. ”

"Master, don't listen to him, let's kill him, those spiritual treasures and spiritual roots are also ours, and they don't touch cause and effect. ”

Qin Lang was very satisfied with Xueqiu's answer, and directly destroyed the Sky Thief Rat with all his strength.

However, what Qin Lang didn't expect was that he had only killed this Sky Thief Rat on his side, and most of the merits he had accumulated over the years were suddenly lost.

And those scattered spiritual treasures, under the blessing of the power of the Heavenly Dao, quickly condensed into an octagonal and eight-story exquisite pagoda.

Seeing this, Snowball directly stretched out her claws to take it for herself.

But the pagoda actually disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a few spiritual roots scattered on the ground.

"Master, we seem to have lost a lot!"

"Hmm, you don't have merit, what do you have to lose..."