Wine Sword Immortal: Divine Level Winemaker, Drunkenly Kills Tianmen!

As Duanmu Qian finished speaking, all the candidates' bodies glowed with golden light.

The next moment, they all left the Ninth Layer Babel Tower.

When Wang Xianxian opened his eyes again, he found that he was back in the square again.

He looked back at the eighth floor of the giant tower and remained silent for a long time.

"Attention all candidates, enter the hall now!"

Wang Xianxian took a deep breath, then turned around and followed Duanmu Qian into the huge and glorious palace.

As soon as he entered the palace, Wang Xianxian felt an overwhelming pressure.

Thirty-six golden statues of the Great Emperor, like Mount Tai, sit firmly in the hall.

The height of each statue is basically upwards of one thousand meters.

Rather than saying that this is the main hall and the emperor's statue, it is better to say that this is a small world and thirty-six giant peaks.

Thirty-six emperors!

Legends written in history books.

Each of them has made an indelible contribution to China and even Human Race.

In order to remember their contributions, the sons and daughters of China will engrave their deeds into history.

China is immortal, and the Great Emperor is immortal!

Looking at the statue of the Great Emperor in the palace, Wang Xianxian understood clearly.

The placement of these sculptures is very particular.

The twelve Great Emperors in the middle are the great heroes of China.

When the Human Sovereign was trapped and China was perishing, they came out of the blue to turn the tide.

These twelve Great Emperors are also called the original Great Emperors, and their titles are single characters.

Sword Emperor, Sword Emperor, Pill Emperor, Medicine Emperor.

The Emperor of Cooking, the Emperor of Spears, the Emperor of Wine, and the Emperor of Divination.

The Qin Emperor, the Painting Emperor, the Chess Emperor, and the Calligraphy Emperor.

After the Twelve Emperors, that is, after the founding of China, twenty-four new Human Race Great Emperors were born.

These twenty-four Great Emperors are also called New Emperors.

Different from the original Great Emperor, their honorific title is two characters.

These twenty-four Great Emperors are:

Mad Sword Great Emperor, Demonic Sword Great Emperor, Pill Devouring Great Emperor, Immortal Great Emperor.

Taotie Great Emperor, Killing Spears Great Emperor, Cijiu Great Emperor, Liangyi Great Emperor.

Jueyin Great Emperor, Danqing Great Emperor, Tianyi Great Emperor, Tianshu Great Emperor.

The ancient sword Great Emperor, the dead soul Great Emperor, the Liantian Great Emperor, and the hanging pot Great Emperor.

Great Emperor of Chaos, Great Emperor of Dragon Spear, Great Emperor of Wangyou, Great Emperor of Mystery.

Great Emperor of Rites and Music, Great Emperor of Lianmo, Great Emperor of Heavenly Origin, Great Emperor of Wanjuan.

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Wang Xian Yun Ying in Immortal Physique looked at each sculpture carefully, and her voice became a little heavy.

"Of the three thousand Great Dao, are there only twelve left now?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Xianxian asked in confusion.

Yun Ying explained: "Through these titles, we can discover some of the laws hidden among these Great Emperors."

"Sword Dao, Sword Dao, Alchemy Dao, Medicine Dao, Cooking Dao, Spear Dao, Wine Dao, Divination Dao, Qin Dao, Painting Dao, Chess Dao, Calligraphy Dao."

"These thirty-six emperors, whether old or new, are all extended on the basis of the twelve Great Dao."

"In more than ten thousand years of history, no one among the newly appointed twenty-four emperors has walked a new path."

"This also means that the remaining 2,988 Great Dao are no longer in existence, and may even be completely broken."

Hearing this, Wang Xianxian was stunned.

Although he didn't understand the specific situation, he also knew that this situation was very bad.

"Did Tianting lose?" Yun Ying murmured to himself.

Although Wang Xianxian was curious, he knew clearly that there were some things that he didn't know yet.

So he didn't bother Yun Ying.

"Everyone, start choosing the Emperor Venerable you want to challenge."

"After choosing, go and wait next to Emperor Venerable."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the candidates present began to leave.

They have worked hard until now just for this moment!

In front of people all over the country and even the world, challenge to the pinnacle of martial arts!

Most importantly, they don’t have to worry about losing.

Because the opponent himself is the Great Emperor who is respected by all people.

Whether you win or lose, you will receive great honor.

Therefore, these candidates can exert 100% of their strength without any psychological pressure!

Except Wang Beichen and Wang Xianxian.

The two of them were several meters apart and walked towards Sword Emperor Jin's body together.

Except for a few people, no one knew that the two young men walking side by side at this moment were half-brothers.

They had been together under the same roof for five years.

However, the treatment of the two of them is like heaven and earth.

The younger brother who acts recklessly and is held in high esteem.

A brother who is cautious in his words and deeds and is regarded as a transparent person.

Although they are both brothers, their identities seem to be very different.

One is a beloved young master, and the other is a slave who seems to be able to bully him at will...

The former Wang Xianxian really envied Wang Beichen.

The love of parents, the care of family, the kindness of fellow tribesmen, super talent...

In the eyes of young Wang Xianxian, Wang Beichen had everything he dreamed of.

In the past, compared to Wang Beichen, he was just a firefly beside the bright moon, humble and insignificant...

For a long time he was in self-denial.

I have put my mother in a quagmire, made my father unhappy, made my grandfather, grandmother, uncles, uncles...

He seemed to make everyone in the family unhappy.

At that time, he felt that his existence was a mistake.

Several times, he wanted to end his life.

But every time, when he was about to implement it, his mother's voice would ring in his mind.

Because of this, there was a time when he became accustomed to committing suicide and self-mutilation.

Because, only in this way can he hear his mother's voice in his mind.

A young boy longs for his mother's voice.

Except for this voice, no one in the family cared about him.

Sewer rats...

This is how he describes himself.

Only by hiding in the sewers and not being seen would anyone attack and abuse him.

Wang Xianxian has become accustomed to being with darkness.

Even if the darkness will imprison his soul.

Because only by being imprisoned by darkness can he not be harmed.

Looking at the familiar face of the huge statue in front of him.

That was the most familiar face that the boy saw when he was thrown into the ancestral hall because he was punished when he was young.

Sword Emperor statue.

When the young man was punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall, he begged it many times.

I don’t know how many wishes I have made to it.

No matter how small the wish, no matter how pious the attitude is, in the end, it is all empty.

Lost in memories, Wang Xianxian accidentally saw the way Wang Beichen looked at him.

That look contained resentment, anger, and a hint of deep-hidden envy...

Wang Xianxian was slightly startled.

I don't know when his fate changed.

Was it the moment when I awakened to my vocation? Or was it the moment when the setting sun rose again, or the moment when he drank the wine?

Wang Xianxian didn't know, he only knew one thing.

Now he is no longer the sewer rat.

Now he is a Prodigy that is envied by everyone.

Now he is a nightmare that scares Wang.

Now, he is the disciple whom his master loves, he is the nephew who cares about him, he is the student whom Director Lin trusts, he is the investee saved by His Highness, he is the host that Yun Ying has been waiting for, and he is the child that his mother protects with her life. …

‘Xianxian, you are my mother’s pride, forever proud. ’

The young man's figure is like the scorching sun, striding forward!

The young man's backbone is like Mount Tai, standing tall against the sky and the earth!

The young man's anger was like a natural disaster, destroying the world!

The boy's sword, the boy's wine, and the boy's heart are all constantly bursting out with a fighting spirit like an Earth Shaker.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the young man walked up to the god he had knelt before.

Pulled out...

sword!