God Emperor

"There are plenty of opportunities to make friends at the Huntian Banquet, so don't rush today."

Yan Wushen stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

In the palace, there are twenty-four copper pillars, each of which is carved with thousands of spatial inscriptions and nine million strange animal patterns. It seems to be only as thick as three people surrounding it, but the actual diameter and height can support it. There are twenty-four worlds in heaven and earth.

Zhang Ruochen sat opposite Yan Wushen, with his back straight, and said: "Since we are not going to fight today, are you just inviting me to drink?"

"Yes, just drinking."

Yan Wushen smiled and naturally lowered his gaze to the wine bottle on the red copper table.

The wine jug is a yellow-brown clay pot, and the wine glass is made of the same material.

It is no different from pottery fired by mortals. It is very rough and even irregular.

It looked very simple, but Zhang Ruochen saw something unusual. Whether it is a wine pot or a wine glass, they all have an ancient charm, and the shapes and lines are in harmony with the rules of heaven and earth.

No matter where they are placed, they blend in seamlessly with everything there.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This set of wine vessels has been passed down for at least ten Yuanhui catastrophes, and even longer."

"How can you see it?" Yan Wushen said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Everything in the world, as long as it has been aged for a certain period, will leave special traces of time. The traces of time on their surfaces are very deep and very old. I have seen many ancient artifacts, but there is only one The traces of time on the two pieces can be compared with them.”

"Only ancient vessels are suitable for holding ancient wine."

Yan Wushen sat still. Under the control of his mental power, Tao Zhi's wine bottle slowly flew up and filled the wine glass in front of Zhang Ruochen.

The wine is very ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary.

"You may have heard the name of this wine, called Twelve Blossoms. It was given to the ancestors by a god from the Kunlun Realm three Yuanhui ago. I know that Brother Ruochen has a deep affection for the Kunlun Realm. In the hell world, I must miss my hometown, so I went into the Yama Temple and took out one of the pots."

"Crash."

Yan Wushen said while pouring himself a drink.

In the extremely distant past, when the heavenly realm and the hell realm had not yet been established, although the major worlds had deep conflicts with the ten clans of hell, they were not incompatible, and some monks still had friendships with each other.

"Twelve flowers bloom."

Zhang Ruochen read this sentence, suddenly remembered something, showed a look of surprise, and thought to himself: "This is the second-ranked liquor in the history of Kunlun world that the wine madman once mentioned."

Legend has it that the twelve flowers blooming are brewed from Biluozi, and there are only twelve jars in total.

In the Kunlun world, it has long become a masterpiece, and not even a drop can be found.

"If there are really twelve flowers in bloom, how can they be so ordinary? Has the Jiu Jin disappeared after three Yuanhui storages?"

You know, Zhang Ruochen once drank Long Yan Liquor, which ranked eighth among spirits.

Only saints can withstand the intensity of Longyan wine. There was once a semi-saint who accidentally drank it and died of spontaneous combustion.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out two fingers and touched the wine glass.

"Chichi!"

An astonishing burning sensation passed through the cup.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's two fingers burned and turned red. Fortunately, his physical body was strong, otherwise the entire arm would have been reduced to ashes with just a light touch.

Yan Wushen said: "Twelve flowers bloom, and the twelve flame flowers bloom. The wine will bloom when the wine is in the belly. It is said that this kind of wine can only be endured by the body of the god. Holy realm monks, even if they are Great Sage, if you drink it, you will be burned from the inside out by the twelve flame flowers, and your soul will be gone."

"Brother Ruochen has a demigod body, which is naturally not comparable to the immortal body of an ordinary great sage. I wonder if you dare to drink this cup and the flowers will bloom twelve times?"

Zhang Ruochen's fingers have recovered.

After the test just now, Zhang Ruochen understood that what Yan Wushen said was not exaggerated at all. Twelve flowers bloomed, which was indeed not something the great sage's immortal body could withstand.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the cup in front of Yan Wushen and said, "Since Brother Wushen is so kind, why don't you drink? I'll do it first out of respect."

Picking up the wine glass, Zhang Ruochen's entire right hand burned.

Drink the wine in the cup in one gulp.

The hot and burning terrifying energy flowed down from the throat, entered the abdomen, and penetrated the whole body. Within his body, flame divine flowers suddenly bloomed, located in the five internal organs, the six internal organs, and the sea of ​​qi.

The blood in Zhang Ruochen's body boiled, and the flames burned from his body to his body.

The rich aroma of wine and flowers, together with the flames, spread outwards and filled the entire palace, showing the shadow of twelve gorgeous flowers, which was magnificent.

The pain eroded the whole body, like purgatory-like torture.

After a while, although he was still in pain, Zhang Ruochen felt an indescribable sense of relief. The more than 10,000 mental thoughts in his body seemed to have been tempered hundreds of times.

"Boom."

The strength of his mental power broke through the limit, reaching the sixty-second level.

"Good wine! Brother Wushen, it's your turn!" Zhang Ruochen made a gesture of invitation.

Until now, Zhang Ruochen still didn't understand that Yan Wushen's invitation to him to drink was a lie, but that he wanted to borrow a drink to test the depth of his current cultivation level.

He has the body of a demigod, and it is quite difficult for him to withstand a cup of twelve flowers.

Yan Wushen doesn't have a demigod body, how dare he drink it?

"It seems that Brother Ruochen is indeed a wonderful person worthy of drinking twelve flowers."

Yan Wushen picked up the pottery cup, poured it into his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Chichi."

His body also burned, and the shadows of twelve sacred flowers bloomed around his body, lifelike, with vines twisting and circling to connect the twelve flowers together.

Able to withstand a cup of twelve flowers, Yan Wushen's physical body is by no means simple and will not be weaker than his demigod body. The key is that Zhang Ruochen can't see through the clues.

Today's Yan Wushen gave him a sense of inscrutability.

Yan Wushen's face was flushed and he smiled heartily: "Actually, this is also the first time for me to drink Twelve Blossoms. It is indeed a good wine. Do you know that its biggest benefit is not to increase mental strength."

"What does Brother Wushen mean?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

Yan Wushen said: "Brother Ruochen's cultivation has reached the peak level of the Immortal Realm, right? He is only one step away from the Hundred Flails Realm."

"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

Yan Wushen said: "However, you can't break the first shackle no matter what, and you can't enter the Hundred Shackles Realm."

Zhang Ruochen's eyes revealed a ray of wisdom and he said: "It seems that Brother Wushen has encountered the same problem as me."

Just as Zhang Ruochen guessed, it wasn't that Yan Wushen saw through him, but because both of them encountered the same problem.

Yan Wushen nodded and said: "You have the body of a demigod. In the Immortal Realm, your combat power is far superior to that of the Great Sage in the same realm. You can even defeat the strong men at the peak of the Hundred Flails Realm."

"However, even the body of a demigod is bound by a hundred shackles. Moreover, these hundred shackles are much stronger and more binding than other great saints."

"In this way, the body of the demigod has become an obstacle and trouble. It is more difficult for you to break every shackle than other great saints. They are the shackles that bind the demigod, and they have surpassed your realm to break breaking range.”

Zhang Ruochen said: "However, as long as these hundred shackles are broken and the hundred shackles are reached, the demigod's body will no longer be bound. With the demigod's body, under the realm of gods, even if you cannot be invincible, you can't be invincible. Can enter the top sequence.”

Yan Wushen said: "With twelve drinking flowers blooming, it will be easier for us to break the shackles. Do you think this is a big benefit?"

"I see. It seems that I want to thank Brother Wushen for your hospitality today. I will definitely treat you to a drink in the future."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen said again: "We've had a drink, so it's time to talk about business. Where is Kunlun? Where is he?"

Yan Wushen's eyes were fixed on Zhang Ruochen and said, "You want to take him away?"

"Of course." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen said: "I have accepted him as a disciple. He will not be wronged in the Yama clan. Don't worry, I am different from the God Xiu Chen."

"But, he does not belong to the Yama clan." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen paused for a while, and then said in a meaningful tone: "Do you think it is really a good thing to bring him back to you? All the gods in the hell world know that you are here for Chi Kong Lehe Chi Kunlun was forced to enter the hell realm."

"Chi Kongle has been rescued. If Chi Kunlun comes back to you again. What's the point of staying in the hell world? What else can restrain you in the hell world?"

"A Yuanhui-level genius like you, who may defect at any time, should you simply kill him in the cradle, or should you focus on cultivating him?"

"If I were the god of hell, I would definitely be the first to support you and kill you now to avoid future troubles."

Zhang Ruochen remained silent, deducing all this in his mind.

It looks like an invitation, but the two of them are competing in every aspect, from mental strength, physical fitness, and psychology.

The first step from Zhang Ruochen into the main hall was to fall into a disadvantage.

The initiative has always been in Yan Wushen's hands.

There is nothing that can be done about it. Whether it is the hell world or this palace, it is Yan Wushen's home field. What's more, Yan Wushen also holds the winning card "Chi Kunlun" in his hands.

The feud was unfair from the start.

Yan Wushen said: "Chi Kunlun is safer staying here with me than staying anywhere in the hell world. When he stays in the Yan Luo clan, he can enjoy the cultivation resources that you can't provide, and the Xuejue family can't provide them, including Queen Chi Yao of Kunlun Realm can’t provide it either! I know that you are not short of divine stones, but there are many cultivation resources that cannot be bought. "

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked upward, stretched out his hand and said, "There are gods three feet above your head. Aren't you afraid that what you just said will be heard by the gods in the hell world?"

"In this Wushen Temple, all heavenly secrets have been cut off. Gods don't know anything." Yan Wushen said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "In that case, leave."

"Wait a minute."

Yan Wushen knocked on the table gently, called him, pointed to the ceramic wine pot, and said: "I just had a drink, why are you in a hurry to leave? If you want to drink, you have to drink to the fullest."

Zhang Ruochen had a character that refused to admit defeat, so he sat back and said, "Forget it! Since Brother Wu Shen wants to have a good drink, I will risk my life to accompany you today and never drink less than a drop."

Just drinking is a deadly contest.

Twelve flowers bloomed, and each one killed someone.

Yan Wushen laughed loudly, refilled a cup for him and Zhang Ruochen, and said, "I said before that the various banquets and activities before the Huntian Banquet were too boring and meaningless. However, I still Do you know why this banquet breaks the rules of the Yama clan?"

"I would like to hear the details." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen's expression became serious and said: "Because my intuition tells me that you, Zhang Ruochen, are the only threat to the Yan Luo clan during this hunting banquet. I might as well tell you that I held the banquet just to find out who you are. But until now, I still can’t see through you completely.”

"Brother Wushen, are you kidding me? The Yama clan is so powerful in the hell world. It always comes first in the Hunting Heaven Banquet. How can I, Zhang Ruochen, be a threat to the Yama clan? The Nether Clan, the Dead Clan, the Shura Clan, the Ghost Clan, they This is the powerful enemy that your Yama clan should be wary of," Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

At the same time, he picked up the pottery cup and took a sip.

If he wanted to drink a whole cup of twelve flowers at once, neither he nor Yan Wushen could do it now. It just depends on who can last longer.