Among the rocks, Chang Yan picked some elixirs and put them into a small jar.
Anyone who is good at wine knows a little bit about the art of wine making.
In the long cigarette and wine gourd, Fang Lingjiu had almost run out of wine in this week. From time to time, she could be seen alone and drunk, lying drunk among the rocks and snoring.
In this secret realm, it was almost impossible to buy spiritual wine, so Changyan decided to make the wine himself.
Brewing spiritual wine is not easier than refining elixirs. Fortunately, Chang Yan occasionally dabbles in this art. With the elixirs in Li He's hands, plus some of the elixirs she found in this secret realm before, the seventh-grade Baiguo wine cannot be brewed.
, but the eighth-grade Bai Yao Liquor can still be brewed.
Chang Yan looked carefully into the small jar and sniffed the smell in it quietly.
Suddenly, Chang Yan's expression turned livid.
A pungent medicinal smell rushed directly into Chang Yan's consciousness. This was not wine. Chang Yan had no doubt that if he really drank it, he would choke to death from this unimaginable taste.
"No more, no more!" Chang Yan had a bitter look on his face, shook the nearly empty wine gourd, and looked at the small jar again, his expression even more bitter.
While Chang Yan was sighing, her expression suddenly changed and she looked into the distance.
In the distance, I saw a rainbow streaking across the sky.
Chang Yan looked at the middle-aged monk wearing the costume of Xiyun Kingdom, and his expression couldn't help but change slightly.
It was even more difficult for her to see through the middle-aged monk's cultivation, so she couldn't help but take a deep breath and be wary.
After the middle-aged monk stopped, Chang Yan suddenly felt a chill in her body, as if something had passed over her body.
"A disciple of Tianyun Sect?"
At this moment, the middle-aged monk slowly spoke, suspended in the air, overlooking the long smoke.
"Senior, I'm down there with Chang Yan from Nifeng of Tianyun Sect. I've met senior!" Chang Yan said quickly.
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, looking at Chang Yan who smelled of alcohol, and with a cold glance, he directly saw through the illusion array set up by Qin Xuan.
Astonishingly, he shot out a spiritual light from his hand and rushed straight towards the illusory formation.
Chang Yan's expression changed slightly, and the broken sword suddenly appeared in his hand, slashing directly at the spiritual light.
boom!
Broken Sword trembled, Chang Yan's face suddenly turned red, and the energy and blood in his body boiled.
"Junior brother is practicing here, senior, what does this mean?"
The long smoke suppressed the blood boiling in the body, and I was horrified. A random aura could have such power. This middle-aged man was at least a middle-level monk in the form of gods.
Could it be that he is a good friend of Tan Xuan?
Chang Yan's heart was shaken, and his eyes became more focused.
"How dare you stop me even though you are in the Golden Core realm?"
Suddenly, the middle-aged man had raised his consciousness and suppressed it.
Chang Yan's face turned redder and redder, his body trembled slightly, and the smell of alcohol rolled in his consciousness, as if he was about to be crushed into nothingness.
"Senior!" Chang Yan said harshly.
The middle-aged monk suddenly fluttered his sleeves, and the power of transforming gods swept out. Under the pressure of divine consciousness, Long Yan could not move. Under the power of transforming gods, Chang Yan was suddenly pushed back, crushing many rocks.
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"The person in this formation is your junior brother? This guy has a grudge against me, and I'm here to kill him!"
The middle-aged man's eyes were cold, "If you dare to stop me again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
What?
Chang Yan's body trembled, he looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief, and said with a bitter smile in his heart: "My junior brother is really a very talented person and bold!"
He was in the golden elixir realm, but he provoked a great monk above the middle level of god transformation to personally kill him.
Although Chang Yan knew that Qin Xuan was capable of killing a middle-grade cultivator of the Transformation God, he was still horrified in his heart.
What's more, now that Qin Xuan is practicing on his own, she stays here to guard Qin Xuan.
"Senior, I wonder when my junior brother offended you?"
Chang Yan couldn't help but ask, hoping to delay Qin Xuan's departure.
A cold gleam suddenly flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and he was about to get angry. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly and he turned his head suddenly.
In the distance, I saw three long rainbows coming from the sky.
"Three great cultivators in the realm of gods?" The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly. He came here to avenge Mu Qi. Are these three people here to help this son?
When the rainbow light dissipated, three figures suddenly fell down.
"Great monk Mukong!?"
Changyu's eyes trembled slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man.
Changshan and Changxuan's expressions could not help but change slightly, and their eyes were wary.
Great Monk Mukong is a middle-grade god-transformer, and it is said that he is also showing signs of breaking through to the upper-grade god-transformation.
"Long Rain?"
After seeing the long rain, Mu Kong felt slightly relieved.
The Huanyun Sect and the Tianyun Sect are from the same origin and have always been at odds with each other. However, the Xiyun Kingdom and the Huanyun Sect have always been on good terms, so he knew Chang Yu.
Changshan, Changxuan is a low-ranking Transformation God, and he is a junior, so he will not take it seriously. Only Changyu is the eldest genius of the Huanyun Sect. He has already become a Transformation God before he joined the Huanyun Sect for a thousand years.
The cultivation level of a god is no weaker than his.
Just when Mukong was looking at Changyu, Mukong looked shocked and said in shock: "Have you advanced to the top level of the God Transformation?"
Changyu smiled and nodded gently, "I had a chance before and was lucky enough to enter the top level of the Transformation God."
Mukong couldn't help but take a deep breath and said in surprise: "Your bone age is not over a thousand, right?"
Changyu was neither arrogant nor impatient, and said with a smile: "This year happens to be the 723rd year since Changyu entered the path of cultivation!"
Mu Kong's expression was extremely shocked. He has a lifespan of a thousand years in the Golden Core Realm, and three to five thousand years in the Transformation God Realm. There are very few monks in the Northern Wasteland who can reach the top level of the God Transformation Realm within a thousand years. They can be said to be geniuses.
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For example, he is also a member of the royal family of the Northern Wilderness Kingdom, but now he is more than two thousand years old, so he is only half a top grade.
Refining three souls and fusing seven souls in the Divine Transformation Realm is inherently extremely difficult, and the first level often traps people for thousands of years.
"Congratulations, I think you should be ranked in the Northern Wilderness Talent List in the future!" Mukong couldn't help but sigh, the Northern Wasteland is hundreds of millions of miles away, and there are tens of billions of monks, but there are only a hundred people in each area on the Northern Wilderness Talent List.
, like him, he can't even touch the shadow of the genius list.
Changyu couldn't help but reveal a smile, and said with a smile: "The great monk is so complimentary!"
The long smoke below was even more jaw-dropping, looking at the four figures in the sky.
There was a trace of doubt in her eyes, and she asked: "I am entrusted by Uncle Zhou Hai to kill the culprit who destroyed the Red Flame Sect. I wonder why the great monk Mukong is here?"
Mu Kong was startled, the culprit who destroyed the Red Flame Sect?
He had heard that the Scarlet Flame Sect was destroyed, but he never thought that it was in this secret realm.
However, there are only two Jindan monks here, and there is no way that these two people can be the existence of the Red Flame Sect.
Mukong suppressed his doubts and replied: "There is a person here who has a grudge against my descendants, and I am here to kill him."
As he said that, Mukong's eyes fell on the illusory formation, and his consciousness passed over Qin Xuan's figure.
Quietly, Qin Xuan's eyes opened and closed, his pupils were like gold, and his body was suddenly shattered into nothingness by the illusory formation.
Qin Xuan, dressed in gray clothes, stood up from the spiritual pool.
His eyes fell on the figures of the four great cultivators who transformed themselves into gods on the sky, and there was no trace of ripples on their faces.
"You four, are you here for me?"
As soon as the sound fell, Changyu and the others were startled, and Mu Kong's eyes gleamed with murderous intent.
Chang Yan quickly sent a message: "Junior brother, be careful what you say!"
Only Qin Xuan stood calmly, looking at the four people in the sky.