The Ancient Wine and Sword Immortal: I become stronger when I drink!

Jinxia Cave in Yuquan Mountain.

Master Yuding returned from Yuxu Palace, and a tall and handsome man in the cave knelt down and said: "Disciple Yang Jian respectfully invites Master to return to the mountain!"

The tall and handsome man is named Yang Jian. He has three eyes. The vertical eyes between his brows contain terrifying power. He practices eight or nine mysterious skills and is physically invincible.

Master Yuding looked at his proud disciple and felt a little emotional. He was also a genius, otherwise he would not have been accepted as a direct disciple by Yuanshi Tianzun. However, compared with his disciple Yang Jian, he was completely different.

Although this disciple is from the human race, he is born with a different appearance and has hidden talents. He is born with three eyes, and the third eye contains terrifying power.

Yang Jian's qualifications are terrifying. He was accepted as his disciple and taught the Yuqing Immortal Canon. In just ten thousand years, he went from a mortal to a Taiyi Golden Immortal. Coupled with the terrifying power of the Sky Eye, his actual combat power has surpassed him.

Master Yuding was not pretentious and told Yang Jian one by one about his plans in Yuxu Palace.

Yang Jian was furious when he heard this: "How can a mere wet-born egg-shaped, haired and horned person from the Jie religion be compared to the Blessed Golden Immortal from my Chan religion? He must have used some disgraceful means to sneak attack and plot against Tai Yi. Master. Master, please allow me to go down the mountain, capture this animal, and bring it to Master Taiyi to confess."

Master Yuding was very comforted and said: "Disciple, you must not be careless. This guy can plot against Junior Brother Taiyi, so he must have some sinister means."

Yang Jian laughed loudly: "Master, don't worry. How can those unscrupulous methods hurt me? Let him have all kinds of tricks and conspiracies. I will use my majestic magic power to break them."

Master Yuding has great confidence in Yang Jian. In his opinion, Lin Fan's strength through conspiracy and scheming is at best comparable to that of the late Golden Immortal, but Yang Jian's combat power is in the middle stage of Taiyi Golden Immortal!

As long as he is not a Taoist Taiyi Golden Immortal, in front of Yang Jian's extremely powerful body, he will be as easy to break as paper!

……

Lin Fan examined his body, and was surprised to find that his body was covered with a thin layer of black power. This power was full of violence and cruelty, as if there was a demon whispering in his ears, blinding him. His true perception.

"Karma?" Lin Fan had a clear understanding. Because of the pressure of his supernatural power that he inadvertently revealed, many people from the East China Sea tribe were burned to death, and a large number of living beings died because of him. The law of heaven came down with karma.

Karma will blind the perception of the soul, making it impossible for the immortal to perceive the future and good or bad luck through calculation.

If karma accumulates to a certain level, it will turn into a terrifying red lotus karma fire, burning the soul and causing endless pain, which cannot be eliminated even through reincarnation.

The opposite of karma is merit. The more merit you have, the heaven will provide you with protection. Immortals can rely on their merits to turn misfortune into good fortune and turn adversity into good fortune.

If you kill the immortal who carries karma, heaven will bring you merit; if you kill the immortal who carries merit, heaven will bring you karma.

Lin Fan didn't pay much attention to it. With his cultivation level, he could completely bear this amount of karma.

"Dragon King, who are these seniors?" Lin Fan looked at Ao Guang and asked.

In his perception, the old dragon with a pale golden face, the old woman from the dragon clan, the old man with the black dragon's head, and others were all not weak. Although their cultivation was only that of the Golden Immortal, the pressure they exuded was comparable to that of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He was very curious. The Dragon Clan was worthy of being the overlord of the ancient times. It had a profound foundation and had so many masters despite its decline.

"I dare not call you senior. The old man Ao Tian is a veteran of the East China Sea Dragon Clan and has met Lin Shangxian." The pale golden old dragon was also looking at Lin Fan. Lin Fan looked like an ordinary young man, full of youth. He Shengli is obviously not an old antique like him.

Every immortal is immortal and has good looks. You cannot judge age based on appearance. Maybe a handsome young man may be a million-year-old monster, or maybe a gray-haired old man is just a young man who is [-] years old.

Therefore, a rough way to judge the age of an immortal is to look at the aura on his body. An old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years will have a temperament that has seen all the vicissitudes of life, while a young immortal is full of vitality. This is why Not fake.

"Old man Ao Di!" said the old woman.

"Old Ao Xuan!" said the old dragon who was holding the black dragon's head.

"Old man Ao Huang!"

"Old man Ao Yu!"

"Old man Ao Zhou!"

……

The thirteen dragon clan elders introduced their names one after another with a humble tone.

"Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I would like to ask if the Immortal is less than [-] years old?" Ao Tian said cautiously.

The old woman, Old Black Dragon and others took a breath of air-conditioning, the immortal was less than [-] years old?

It took [-] years to cultivate from ordinary people to Taiyi Golden Immortal. I am afraid that the founders of the Three Qing Dynasties did not have such a terrifying cultivation speed, right?

Lin Fan said calmly: "I just turned a thousand years old this year."

"hiss!"

"hiss!"

The thirteen elders gasped violently, their eyes widened, as if they had heard some fantasy.

A thousand years old!

Taiyi Jinxian!

Ao Tian showed reverence on his face and looked at Lin Fan as if he had met his ancestor Zhulong when he was young.

"Am I practicing too slowly?" Lin Fan had a look of surprise on his face.

He is already practicing hard, is he still practicing too slowly? Despised by others?

Emperor Juntai, the founder of the Three Qing dynasties, was born with extraordinary abilities and was able to rapidly improve his cultivation.

He is a weak acquired human race. He is neither the first innate human race that Nuwa empress pinched with her hands, nor is he a foreign race with three eyes like Yang Jian. It should be considered that he is not slow from ordinary cultivation to Taiyi Golden Immortal within a thousand years. Come on...

"You still think it's too slow to practice? Zulong, my God!"

Ao Tian and others were shocked and speechless.

They admired Lin Fan more and more, he was called an outstanding figure in Xuanmen, he was low-key, modest, modest and restrained.

That group of Chan Cult disciples turned their nostrils to the sky. They never looked down on the Dragon Clan and often bullied the Dragon Clan. They were arrogant and arrogant, but how many of them could compare to Lin Shangxian?

Fortunately, the worst people present were all golden immortals, so they would not have any heart problems. After being shocked, they slowly stabilized their minds.

Ao Tian said: "Ao Guang, this bastard, uh... good descendant, has recruited you to worship you?"

Lin Fan nodded.

Ao Tian and others were overjoyed, and their eyes changed when they looked at Ao Guang. The prodigal thing that they originally disliked became extremely pleasant and well-behaved in their eyes.

"Ao Guang, you really have the spirit of rejuvenation. It's worth it that I defied all opinions and promoted you to be the Dragon King of the East China Sea!"

"Little Ao Guang, my ancestor has seen you being smart since he was a child. What you do is really beautiful. You are worthy of being the orthodox bloodline of the ancestral dragon and having the qualifications of the ancestral dragon!"

"Little Ao Guang, we are all optimistic about you. As long as we live, you will always be the Dragon King of the East China Sea!"

Ao Guang was knocked unconscious by the protruding pie, and his head felt dizzy.

How is this going? The ancestors who scolded him every day for his wasteful gadgets actually praised him for his rejuvenation and his ancestral qualities?