"This is the brewing department, how can it be even more shabby than Lao Sun's imperial horse supervisor!"

The wooden gate was filled with the smell of decay, cracks and joints, and black walls on all sides, and rubble fell every time the wind blew by.

If it weren't for the rich aroma of wine coming from afar, which lasted for a long time, then this is a warehouse!

"The appearance is not important, the inside is different! Bacchus I am obsessed with winemaking all day long, how can I care about this!"

Du Kang gently pushed open the wooden door and led Sun Wukong in.

I saw that there were rows of shelves on three sides of this winemaking division, and the shelves were full of all kinds of wine, all of which were packed in jars and tightly sealed.

In the center, there are strangely shaped drinking utensils, a dazzling array of materials, and wine constantly flows from a wooden pipe to a large vat.

"See!" Du Kang glanced at Sun Wukong proudly, and then said, "Seven or eight out of ten of the world's famous wines can be found in my winemaking department, and even if I don't have the rest of the wine in my winemaking department, I can brew it from the god of wine!"

Sun Wukong curiously wandered around the brewing division.

"What kind of wine is this?" asked Sun Wukong, pointing to a particularly large jar.

Du Kang glanced at it and put on a high-ranking posture.

"A thousand cups are not drunk!"

"What about this?" Sun Wukong pointed to the small jar next to the big jar.

"Fall into the wind!"

"Where's this?"

"Mixed flavors!"

"This?"

"Abundant crops!"

"This?"

"Looks drunk!"

......

Sun Wukong asked with interest.

Du Kang replied tirelessly.

It seems like a long time has passed.

"Then where is my sorrow wine?"

Du Kang pointed to the east and then to the south.

"All of these?"

"Ordinary famous wine can be found everywhere in the world, but only the god of wine can make it!" Du Kang said this for the first time without showing off.

"My Dionysian wine's wine is not used as wine, but as medicine, Sun Wukong, you say these gods, demons!

"They are not worried, but they are sick!" Sun Wukong replied casually.

"Haha. Du Kang laughed dryly.

"For your words, I'll give you two more jars, no, one jar of wine!"

"You're sick too!"

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In the Western Great Heaven Luo Domain, there is no day or night here, and it will always stay at the moment of sunset, and the remnant sun is like blood.

At the beginning of heaven and earth, this was a battlefield. In the center of the battlefield, over the years, a red sea has formed.

Zilan's gaze swept over the bones and bones that were all over the ground, and the broken sword and halberd.

"Broken Army, is there still a living mouth?"

"Lord God of War, 200,000 Asura people have surrendered. "Po Jun stood behind Zilan, his crimson armor with countless traces of swords slashing on it.

"How many of us died?"

"One hundred thousand!"

"Let the greedy wolf kill all those asuras, and the asuras should stay in hell!" Zilan calmly sentenced the group to death.

"Zilan, you are looking for death!"

A female monster suddenly came out of the sea of corpses, as long as Mount Meru, with a thousand eyes, twenty-four legs, and nine hundred and ninety-nine heads, mouths, and hands.

"Er, that is, the ancestor of Asura?" Zilan asked, looking at the ugly monster in front of him.

"God of War Zilan, since our clan has surrendered, why don't you let them live!" The nine hundred and ninety-nine mouths on the Asura Ancestor's body opened at the same time, and the huge figure covered half of the sky in the Great Heaven Luo Domain.

"Er, just answer whether I am or not!"

"Zilan, I want you dead!"

A strange wave spread from the place where Zilan was to all directions, turning into black and white everywhere it passed.

"Heaven and earth are discolored!Why do you do this!" The Asura Ancestor was shocked.

Zilan pinched it with one hand, and a sword that shone with a pale cyan light appeared in the air, the tip of the sword facing the Asura Ancestor.

"Zhu Xian!"

The sword body passed through the Asura Ancestor, and the cyan sword qi instantly shattered the body of the Asura Ancestor.

Another strange wave began to spread from Zilan's place, and the cyan sword escaped into the void, and the black and white colors filled with heaven and earth disappeared with it.

"Class teacher!"

"Yes!" the broken army knelt on one knee.

......

"Lord God of War, in front of you is the mouth of the Guan River, which is where the temple of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun is located, I don't know if I want to go down and say hello!" Wenqu asked Zilan.

"Fly over!"

"Lord God of War, Erlang God is the nephew of the Jade Emperor after all!" Wenqu was a little embarrassed.

"I said fly over, you can't hear me!"

"Yes!"

Wenqu Xingjun received the order, and hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers flew over the temple of Erlang God.

"Wow!"

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In the Erlang Temple, Yang Jian has been meditating, he has become a god for a thousand years, and he has also meditated for a thousand years.

He couldn't think of anything he could do but meditate. In the past, he worked hard to cultivate and wanted to save his mother from his ruthless uncle.

He succeeded, he split Peach Mountain and rescued his mother from the punishment of the Jade Emperor, but his mother still died, and she committed suicide in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian rushed to heaven angrily, and the god blocked and killed the god until he was in front of the Jade Emperor.

Then, the Jade Emperor named him Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun and his sister as the Third Holy Mother.

The Jade Emperor said that his mother told him not to take revenge, and he believed it, which was like what his mother said. The Jade Emperor also said that his mother told him not to hate his uncle, and he believed it, which was more like what his mother said.

However, he couldn't do either of these things, he just wanted to protect his sister.

Yang Jian has only cared about two women in his life, one is called Yunhua and the other is called Yang Chan.

Therefore, he accepted the priesthood given to him by the Jade Emperor, protecting his sister while thinking about why his mother committed suicide.

And just like that, a thousand years passed.

"Second Master, there are several heavenly soldiers flying over from our Erlang Temple!" Yuan Hong reported to Yang Jian.

The Heavenly Eye on Yang Jian's forehead swept over the Heavenly Soldiers above his head.

"Leave them alone!"

"The second master is not usually the most disgusted with the arrogance of those gods, but why is it today?" asked Yuan Hong puzzled.

"The one above is Zilan, the god of war, she is higher than me, wouldn't it be boring for me to go up!" Yang Jian waved his hand.

Yuan Hong's expression changed greatly.

"Second master, it's really that woman!"

"Taoist Zilan, the first day of Taoism for 10,000 years, the future head of the sect, the closed disciple of the master of the Tongtian sect, it is said that she does not like the doctrine of interception, practices the method of forgetting love, and her personality is free from human nature, she is not happy or sad, and she looks down on life and death. ”

"Second Master, are we her opponents?" Yuan Hong swallowed.

"Counting her as my uncle, there's no need to do anything with her. ”

Yuan Hong nodded, "Then the second master, I'll go and ask the brothers not to do it!"

"Wang, Wang!" came the earth-shattering roar of the Howling Dog outside the door.

Yang Jian stroked his forehead and said leisurely, "Boss, it seems that we need to do it!"