Resurrection: The fusion of the wine sword fairy and demon slayer is exposed by the school beauty

The top of Lishan Mountain, thousands

of feet of light, extraordinarily dazzling.

The brass-colored light that is better than the bronze armor zombie

is shrouded in powder, a little energy, and there is not a little left!

....

"Wine Sword Immortal?" The

Dong'an villagers at the foot of Lishan Mountain looked dazed.

Until snakes, insects, rats and ants, chickens and dogs barked back to normal, and the

golden light went straight to the sky, they all thought that the immortals had arrived.

They all knelt on their knees, extremely reverent:

"Thank you to the wine sword fairy, bless me with peace!" "Thank you to the wine sword fairy

!"

...

And Qin Fang, who had no idea about

this, was shaking the wine gourd in his hand at this time, and the amount was not too much.

"Why is it just one?"

dissatisfied, as if with a sense of loss.

Everyone looked at each other:

Isn't one enough?

Qin Fang poured into his mouth with a slightly spicy taste.

It's really not as good as the "beautiful girl" wine, which is unstoppable.

"Immortal, it's me!" Jiang Yifei simply cleaned up, beckoned to Qin Fang, and said softly

: "Immortal, do you remember me?"

Ma Ling'er's voice was cold

, and he called: "Immortal!"

Qin was relieved, he was aroused by the aroma of wine, and the fusion was opened!

As if he hadn't

heard it, he staggered, his steps were vain, and he

was a kilometer at a time.

And the people looked fixedly.

The figure of the Wine Sword Immortal was already thousands of kilometers away.

Blink again, and the little dots disappear.

"This—an immortal!" Mao

leaned behind him, gasping again and again, and at this time, he was still ringing

in his ears, except for the deafening roar of the corpse.

If

it weren't for the torn clothes of the disciples of Nanmao Mountain and the blood on the corners of their mouths,

Mao Xiang would have thought that everything that happened

was just a dream of Huang Liang.

Mao Xiang stared in a daze at the direction in which the wine sword immortal disappeared.

My heart was surging, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.

He was sorry for starting to be rude and disrespectful to the Wine Sword Fairy.

If we meet next time, we must make up the three words that we owe him—

I'm sorry!

From time to time, he slashed

and reminded everyone of what had just happened!

Mao Xiang wiped his cheek mixed with blood with one hand.

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said softly:

"It is worthy of being a wine sword immortal

!" "Immortal descends to earth!"

"Talisman sword qi is what every cultivator

dreams of! With his years of cultivation, he has never succeeded.

I can see it with my own eyes today

....

When Mao Xiang's heart was extremely complicated, all

kinds of cultivators and helpers were there.

"Master Mao, are you okay?"

The one who opened his mouth was the head of Beimao Mountain Forest who came rushing over.

After saying that, his face changed drastically.

He is the head of North Maoshan in the founding place of the Maoshan faction.

Scraps of human skin on the ground, black stiff skin.

I already know it in my heart.

looked at Mao Xiang worriedly, "You?" "

I'm fine!"

Mao Xiang waved his hand, took a deep breath, and signaled him to rest assured.

Uncle

Lin swept around vigilantly, "What about zombies?"

"Destroyed!" "You?"

"No, Wine Sword Fairy

!" Uncle Lin nodded with satisfaction, stroked his beard, and smiled

: "Immortals!"

Jiang Yifei:

"..."Ma Ling'er was silent, "..."

The same 42-inch long legs in front of me, how can they be so eye-catching!

"Hahahahaha"

"Heaven and earth, only I am a wine and sword immortal!" Qin

Fang, who had already left, was still drunk.

After quenching his body, his body's five senses are more sensitive, especially his

sense of smell.

As he passed by the crack halfway up the mountain,

he smelled the thick aroma of wine.

Thousands of years of precipitation and fermentation, more mellow.

This is the so-called: the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys!

With the blessing of sword energy, it is like entering a no-man's land.

Gold jewelry, jade and jade, everything you need.

Thousands of years of preservation are still the same as yesterday.

If a random thing is born, it can make the outside world crazy

! Otherwise, it will not shock the entire Huaxia Kingdom!

But in Qin's eyes,

it is all dung.

Uh, no, it's not even like dung.

At this time, Qin Fang's

eyes lit up, like a hungry wolf staring at a fat sheep.

The "Immortal Palace" where the eyes are:

a row of 100 columns, about a nearly 100 rows.

It's all wine.

"I'll go

!" "No wonder, Immortal Palace

!" "It's really good

!" Qin Fang was overjoyed, he was worried about this

wine, he never thought that there were thousands of altars here!

"Ten Thousand Sword Tricks!"

Ten thousand swords were flat, and the dust on the wine altar

was all opened in an instant.

"Wow!"

the wine gourd rose automatically, and

thousands of clear springs of wine were like waterfalls.

Whoop into the wine gourd.

"Collect!" Qin

Fang shook the wine gourd

, "Whoa

!" "The voice is full, and the harvest is quite rich

!" "You can rest assured that you can drink enough this time

!" "Thank you Dragon Emperor!"

Qin Fang "Gu Dong Gu Dong" and poured it violently.

The wine spilled down the corners of his mouth, and his mouth was filled with sparkling jade liquid.

Qin Fang felt comfortable all over his body, and he had never drunk so happily:

"Cool!"

More than half of the wine gourd.

Qin Fang's eyes were drunk.

Only then did he stagger, stepping on vain steps,

towards his destination.

[Congratulations to the host, devouring the martial arts

!] [Congratulations to the host, the sword qi slash fusion 110

%!] [Congratulations to the host, the heavenly sword fusion 80%

!] [Congratulations to the host, the heavenly sword fusion 90%, Dacheng!] [Congratulations

to the host, the sword fusion and the sword god comprehension has reached 50%!]

"This !!"

is worthy of the Dragon Emperor's wine, it is really different.

The figure is swaying, and it seems to be stepping on cotton.

is drunk and fused with the wine sword immortal template, entering the state of enlightenment, and cultivating more refined.

"Hahaha

" "Not bad! Not bad!" "Big Dream Immortal Jue, I know it in my life

!" "Only, only I Wine Sword Immortal!" "

The Mausoleum of the

First Emperor, alone, taking advantage of the strength of the wine, Qin laughed uncontrollably.

The sound of drunken madness filled the entire tomb.

In the extraordinarily silent darkness, swinging far away.

When the black-clothed boy heard the sound and rushed over,

he only found that a pair of footprints had been added.

Left and right, different shades

...

Qin let this go to the Absolute Monarch Mountain.

He came here only by stopping.

If you know the significance of this archaeology.

He only said: "What do you have to do with me!" The

aura is revived, the ghost is revived, the demons are rampant, and the demons are

eliminated!

This is his first priority.

Thinking of Lishan, he really didn't want to be discovered.

If it weren't for the fact that his sword qi slash had reached perfection, and

there were indeed thousands of jars of fine wine hidden in it,

he would not dare to come and disturb the Dragon Emperor's eternal sleep!

Shook the wine made with the essence of it.

Qin Fang was quite satisfied.

Enough to drink for a while.

Efficacy -

with the blessing of various heavenly and earthly treasures, I don't know how many times stronger.

Whether it's swordsmanship or supernatural powers.

The speed of perception has increased significantly.

The pure energy contained in it, the essence of the sun and the moon.

All of them are a collection of thousands of years of accumulated precipitation.

At this time, he was wandering through his limbs and reshaping his veins.

Condense muscles and bones, strengthen physical fitness.

"With my current physical strength, I'm afraid zombies don't even need to look at it.

It's like a tofu dregs, it will crumble when you touch it!"

Pour a few more sips of spirits, as spicy as a chaste spirit.

At the same time, it has a bit of a sweet feeling, which stimulates his taste buds.

Throat squirming.

Flowing all over the body.

"Whew!" Qin

Fang exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Continue to stagger.

It is still a hundred kilometers away from Jejun's Mountain.

At his speed

, in less than an hour of incense,

it will soon arrive.

At some point, a thick fog began to rise all around.

Drunken eyes take a closer look.

Ahead is a three-way street.

While thinking about it, a festive suona sounded.

Qin Fang listened to it -

"Woo woo..."