Immortal Immortal

"The second jar of wine is Shao Knife. It was brewed in the 230th year of the Dali calendar and buried deep in the barn for seventy years. The wine is pure and burns the heart and throat."

The Wine Sword Immortal was talking to himself crazily again, but this time he didn't dump any flesh and blood monsters.

The celadon wine bottle is still hanging high in the sky, the aroma of the wine is getting stronger and stronger, and the Jiujianxian repeatedly talks about the burning knife that he has been thinking about.

Except for the constant stream of strange things at the bottom, everything is as calm as ever.

Tian Changwen's expression was subtle. The terrifying oppression from Jiujianxian made him slightly uneasy, and he wanted to tell all levels of the port to take precautions.

However, after he received Li Mo's message, he directed the encirclement and suppression of the monsters on his own.

The atmosphere in the whole port was extremely strange.

The high-level monks could hear Jiujianxian's words, but did not react in any way; the low-level monks were busy acquiring resources and had no time to pay attention to the current situation of the foreign enemies.

You know, in their eyes, every second is a must when in port.

On the one hand, the port is a big opportunity.

The Creation Sect distributes countless resources, and because of their resistance to monsters, they don't have to worry about not being able to receive missions to earn spiritual stones.

The monks in the general horn stage are all pursuing foundation building, while the monks in the weak crown stage are pursuing pill formation. Soon, resources that were once unheard of will be available at their fingertips.

On the other hand, all the monks saw the subsequent influence of the Creation Sect.

As long as the Creation Sect leaves the port, there will definitely be a large number of casual cultivators exposed to the wonderful method of creating immortals, and it will inevitably cause a storm.

Under such circumstances, how could they care about Jiujianxian.

………

After Sanshan was rebuilt, it seemed that everyone was out of sight again. His cultivation was stuck in the weak crown stage and could not make any progress. He was always one step short of reaching the core formation stage.

He didn't feel sorry for himself. After all, it was better than the experience of being trapped in Qiong Mountain.

Sanshan hurried across the street, planning to go to the Sihai Chamber of Commerce. There was a magic weapon entrusted to him that he could refine.

"Sanshan, don't you recognize me?"

Sanshan turned around and saw that there was no one stopping among the people coming and going.

He continued on his way.

When Sanshan walked through the narrow alley, the voice rang in his ears again, "Sanshan, don't you recognize me? It's me."

The voice became a little familiar, as if you had seen it before.

Sanshan frowned and glanced around, only to find a man standing in the shadow of the corner not far away.

The man was tall, his robes soaked all over, and his eyes were staring straight at him.

"Who are you?"

Sanshan took a few steps forward, but the man didn't respond and still kept his awkward movements.

Immediately afterwards, Sanshan smelled a strange smell of alcohol, which was so strong that it hit his mouth and nose, and it was also mixed with the stench of a hangover.

"Oh, it's rare to see such a drunken monk in the port nowadays."

Sanshan no longer paused, but quickened his pace. However, the man's figure echoed in his mind, and his strange and unpredictable expression was unforgettable.

"Sanshan, don't you recognize me? It's me, Agui."

When the sound sounded for the third time, a trace of confusion flashed in Sanshan's eyes.

He couldn't help but think about the word "Agui", and a slight burning suddenly rose in his stomach, as if he had poured a glass of strong wine into his mouth.

"Sanshan, don't you recognize me? It's me, Agui, your junior brother."

Sanshan came back to his senses, patted the man on the shoulder and said: "It turns out...it's Agui, how did you get to the second floor of the port."

The man said nothing.

"I see. If you don't mind it, you can stay in the wing of the Sihai Chamber of Commerce. It's just that the Spirit Gathering Array is slightly inferior to an inn."

Sanshan seemed to hear the reply and started chatting to himself.

The two then walked away.

As more and more monks noticed the man, they couldn't help but have the idea of ​​getting to know Agui, and even made up related memories on their own.

The laughter of the wine swordsman is endless, and the aroma of wine burning knives fills the port.

Unknowingly.

There are a large number of soaked weirdos on all levels of the port, including men and women, old and young, and they are constantly wandering around the city.

………

"What a burning knife. Such an ability is really hard to guard against."

Li Mo opened his eyes thoughtfully, but his expression didn't show any panic.

He had no intention of stopping his practice, but secretly communicated that the cancer was serious and allowed the cancer cells to penetrate into the body of the "drinker" who suddenly appeared.

In the entire port, only Li Mo was not affected by the protection of the Book of Creation.

Even Ye Yinmu's conversion could not be completely effective on the weapon cultivator, but Jiujianxian's burning knife was different, and the weapon cultivator quietly fell.

Even though Li Mo controlled the mother furnace, he instilled opposite memories into Qi Xiu's mind.

But as soon as Qi Xiu recalls the drinker, their memory will be modified, and they will inadvertently regard the drinker as their acquaintance.

"Distorted cognition? No, Jiujianxian only affects memory."

Li Mo suddenly realized that Sanqingtian was still obsessed with the Tianwaitian Crater, otherwise he would not have used such easing measures.

"Huh."

The corners of Li Mo's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

He suddenly saw twenty-three familiar figures among the drinkers.

The twenty-three people were sword cultivators from the Great Sun Sword Tomb, headed by Jiang Xi. Taoist Baishuo and Taoist Yezhuo were also mixed in.

They have lost consciousness and become the puppets of the Wine Sword Immortal.

"Damn it, aren't you giving me a problem?"

Li Mo was a little helpless. Cancer cells were originally parasitic, but as long as the drinker behaved strangely, the cancer cells could immediately kill them.

As a result, there were twenty-three more sword cultivators from the same sect, who were also fellow disciples of the Tianjian Sect after all. Their lives must be saved.

As for the extent of the injury, it has nothing to do with Li Mo.

It can't affect the overall situation of dealing with Jiujianxian.

"etc."

Li Mo touched his chin, "Sanqingtian dare not openly offend the Tianjian Sect. After the sword cultivator supports the Ziqi Sect, the sense of existence may have been erased."

"A free goon. Twenty-three distraction periods are enough to fill the vacancies in the Creation Sect."

Thinking of this, Li Mo secretly activated the Spirit Root Worm at the risk of being noticed by the Jiu Sword Immortal, and an invisible illusion enveloped the entire port.

He didn't act rashly, he just guided the twenty-three sword cultivators to gather in one place.

"But you are too useless, right? You fell into the hands of the Jiujianxian without a word."

Li Mo scanned the sword cultivators and found two copies of the Taoist inheritance of the Twenty-Eight Sword Tombs in the storage bag on the waist of Taoist Bai Shuo.

They are the Mountain Sword Tomb and the Water Heavy Sword Tomb.

Li Mo looked at the dots of lightning on the sword slip and realized that it was Senior Sister Yu Xiao who did it. The latter should not be affected by the distorted cognition.

"If you combine the two types of sword bodies into the Immortal Bone of Ten Thousand Swords, you will have eleven sections of Immortal Bone."

Li Mo flipped through the pages majestically, and began to condense the immortal bones. His body suddenly crackled, and the aura of earth and water was raging.

The creation of the sword bone is a matter of course, and the Immortal Bone of Ten Thousand Swords can easily suppress the Immortal Bone.

If nothing unexpected happens, after the sword bone reaches about forty knots, the Ten Thousand Transformations Immortal Bone can touch the mortal body and become the second type of immortal body.

While Li Mo was distracted practicing sword bones, Jiujianxian was restless at all.

The Jiujianxian's tone became more and more high-spirited, perhaps thinking that Li Mo had been tricked, and the number of drinkers in the port remained at nearly ten thousand.

"The third jar of wine is Bamboo Leaf Green. It was brewed in the 576th year of the Dali calendar and buried in the bamboo forest for 120 years. The wine is green and the lingering fragrance is warm."

The white porcelain wine bottle shattered, and then a celadon wine bottle condensed.

As soon as Jiujianxian finished speaking, the sound of breaking earth could be heard from all over the port.

Green bamboos grow out one after another, as green as jade. Wine drips from the leaves, and a faint mist of wine spreads, and the taste penetrates the heart and mind.

Li Mo's muscles tensed up for a moment.

If the Bamboo Leaf Green Wine had an irreversible impact, he would not hesitate to take action, even if he could not catch the Jiu Sword Immortal's body because of it.

"Haha, you really treat the port as a wine vat, don't you?"

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, and could feel the alcohol in Zhuyeqing blending into his spiritual power.

Instead of being damaged, his spiritual power became purer. However, the smell of alcohol accumulated in his body, gradually fermenting and becoming richer.

"Is the Wine Sword Immortal considered a strange creature? If he really has the skills to practice, I feel like he is very suitable to be used as nutrients for corpse wine."

What the Wine Sword Immortal did was to use two million monks to make wine.

The concept fits perfectly with Corpse Wine inexplicably.

"The fourth jar of glutinous rice wine was brewed in the 893rd year of the Dali Calendar and buried in Qinghe City Square for three days. The wine is turbid and contains innate essence."

The wine bottle hanging mid-empty turned into a rice vat, and the giant face quietly stretched out the mouth of the vat and looked out, revealing uncontrollable greed in his eyes.

The tide of monsters caused by flesh and blood monsters came to an abrupt end.

Two million monks fell to the ground in unison.

The flesh and bones of the wine drinker began to melt, just like the medicinal materials placed after brewing wine, and at the same time, the smell of alcohol filled the port.

Fortunately, the process of making wine does not happen overnight.

Under the intentional interference of cancer cells, the fermented glutinous rice wine Jiu Jianxian wanted to brew was extremely slow, and the cancer cells could also interrupt it at any time.

Li Mo couldn't hold back his murderous intent, and thick smoke billowed out from the Cave God's Dharma Eye.

"The certainty of killing is 30%, and the certainty of serious damage...is 100%."

The Jiujianxian was obviously afraid of Li Mo and refused to leave the rice vat.

"Something exciting."

"Everyone in Sanqingtian is an imbecile, and they just won't come out."

Li Mo used his magical power to create a recipe for the Danjie Corpse Wine named [Zengxiang Wine], whose function is to enhance the aroma of other wines.

After the aromatic wine evaporates, it blends into the flavor of the mash rice wine with the wind.

The aroma of the fermented glutinous rice wine did not change at all, but the concentration increased a hundred times, causing the Jiujianxian to make a strange "gurgling" sound.

"Come on, man."

"I don't have time to waste with you."

Li Mo has already taken a big risk in attracting the Jiu Sword Immortal. If it doesn't work, he will first inflict heavy damage for twenty or thirty years, and then find a way to kill him later.

The True Dragon Flying Sword twists its tail, and countless sword intentions appear on the surface of its scales.

If the symbiotic Dharmakaya hadn't reached the Void Refining Stage, there was a chance that the True Dragon Flying Sword could kill him with one blow.

Just when Li Mo locked onto the giant face outside the rice vat, Jiu Jianxian suddenly couldn't wait to control the rice vat and drove quickly towards the port.

"Wine, wine, wine..."

Jiu Jianxian came to the port.

The hollow head that poked out looked like a wine jar, and he smelled the aroma of the wine.

suddenly.

A voice came from behind Jiujianxian.

"Li Congding, let's have a drink together?"

Li Mo's face was ferocious, he put his palms together, and the pure land of purgatory unfolded.

"open!!!"