Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

You know, every drop of Pangu's blood and sweat is extremely precious.

If it were placed in the outside world, even if it was exchanged for an innate spiritual treasure, countless powerful people would flock to it.

Even for the Twelve Ancestral Witches, it is extremely precious.

After all, Pangu had already fallen, and once his heart was completely exhausted, there would be no more Pangu's blood and blood.

And now, Gu Changqing is actually going to use Pangu’s hard work to make wine?

Not to mention the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

Even if Pangu knew about this, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life.

"This... Is it true that we promised Fellow Daoist Changqing?"

Dijiang smiled bitterly and muttered to himself.

Upon hearing this, all the witch ancestors looked at each other in silence.

After a moment, Hou Tu responded:

"Perhaps, Fellow Daoist Changqing was just joking."

Having said that, everyone could hear that even Hou Tu herself might not believe it.

After all, everyone had already seen how obsessed Gu Changqing was with fine wine.

As long as there is alcohol to drink, this guy will do anything.

Therefore, it is possible that he was not joking when he said that the wine was made with Pangu's hard work.

But at this moment, Gu Changqing staggered to his feet, turned around, and walked out unsteadily.

"Haha, I'm here in the Wu Clan this time. Thank you all for your hospitality."

"I am leaving too..."

As he spoke, Gu Changqing gradually disappeared from the sight of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The latter was speechless, but could only watch Gu Changqing leave.

After all, Pangu's hard work has already been given away. If the Witch Clan wants it back, wouldn't that be a slap in their own face?

There was a long silence, and everyone could only sigh inwardly.

This Drunken Swordsman is really weird.

......

Subsequently, the Wu clan returned to its previous peace.

Although the shackles of heaven have been broken.

But the Witch Clan did not act impulsively and start another war.

If Hongjun can show up and stop it once, he can also stop it a second time.

Moreover, a truce period of one million years had already been set.

If the witch clan dares to rashly disobey the order of the Taoist Ancestor, they will inevitably attract the arrival of the great power of the saint.

Even though the witch clan did not obey the saint, they had to admit that the saint was extremely powerful and was not something the witch clan could match.

The ancient world was plunged into a rare state of peace and tranquility.

......

However, the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Gu Changqing didn’t know.

At this time, outside the Chaos Realm, in the Zixiao Palace.

At a certain moment, Hongjun Daozu, who was concentrating on meditation and achieving the Tao, suddenly felt something in his heart.

He frowned slightly, then slowly opened his eyes.

"what happened?"

"The shackles of heaven among the witch clan have actually ceased to exist?"

There was some surprise and anger in Hongjun's words.

He personally took action, using the power of the laws and order of heaven and earth to impose restrictions on the witch clan.

In this world, who has the strength to break the power of the saint level?

Or rather, who dares?

Could it be that it was done by other saints?

Thinking in his mind, Hongjun immediately began to deduce.

But after a moment, his expression became even weirder.

"Gu Changqing?!"

"It turned out to be that kid from Jiejiao?"

Not bad!

Hongjun has deduced everything that happened to the Wu clan before.

He saw Gu Changqing go to the Wu Clan, spar with Zhu Rong, and use a move called "Two Sleeves of Green Snakes" to forcefully destroy the shackles of the Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun couldn't help but be surprised.

"How can a mere Jiejiao disciple master the great magical power of Hunyuan level?"

"Moreover, the previous war between wizards and liches seemed to have been caused by this kid..."

Hongjun thought of more.

With curiosity about Gu Changqing, he continued to deduce, and went deeper and deeper, hoping to gain insight into Gu Changqing's background.

But this deduction did not last long.

Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes and stopped his deduction.

"How can it be?!"

"Who is that kid?"

"Why can't even I see through his fate and background?"

As a saint, one should be calm and not show his emotions on his face.

But at this moment, huge waves were rising in Hongjun's heart.

As the first saint of the time, he has now begun to merge with the Tao and can understand the destiny of heaven in a single thought.

But he couldn't see through Gu Changqing's background at all, as if he was shrouded in a fog.

This was the first time that Hongjun had encountered such a strange thing over the endless years.

Puzzled, Hongjun turned to look in the direction of the ancient world.

"It seems that I am the only one left to go to Jiejiao in person."

The words have not yet fallen.

I saw a stream of light bursting out from Hongjun's body.

In just a blink of an eye, a clone appeared, which was exactly the same as the original.

Even the breath can be mistaken for the real one. If you are not a saint, you will not be able to tell the difference.

After all, Hongjun is in the process of harmony.

In order to quell the war between the liches and the sorcerers, I have to manifest myself in person.

But for a little Gu Changqing, a clone is enough.

For Hongjun, this can be regarded as "going to Jiejiao in person".

The clone flashed and disappeared, and immediately went towards the ancient world.

In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun looked deep and fell silent.

......

Let’s talk about the Jiejiao.

Since the Wu clan left, Gu Changqing has returned.

At this time, he was carrying the fine wine that he had "plundered" from the Witch Clan, weighing more than 100,000 kilograms.

Then, Gu Changqing had an idea and took out another drop of Pangu's blood that he had obtained before.

"Hehe, this saves me from having to brew the wine myself."

"This fine wine of the Wu Clan is suitable for the physique of the Wu Clan's creatures."

"I just blended Pangu's blood into it, what effect will it have?"

Muttering to himself, Gu Changqing did what he said.

He immediately dropped that drop of Pangu's blood into the wine gourd.

Rumble!

In an instant, a huge heavenly sound exploded from the wine gourd.

Wow...

Wow...

The sound of huge waves crashing against the shore is deafening.

If you don’t know, you might think there is a vast ocean in Gu Changqing’s cave.

But Gu Changqing knew that it was the tremendous energy and power contained in Pangu's blood and sweat that was gradually merging with the wine.

Once the fusion is complete, the quality of the wine will inevitably be elevated to another level.

Such a huge commotion made all the other disciples of Jiejiao look sideways at Gu Changqing's cave with shock on their faces.

However, before anyone could say anything.

Above Jin'ao Island, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared, with clouds rising up all over the sky.

A ray of holy light suddenly appeared, so bright and dazzling that it dazzled the eyes.

The boundless pressure made hundreds of thousands of Jiejiao disciples startled and felt a chill all over their bodies.

In Biyou Palace.

Even Tong Tian's face was greatly shaken and he looked towards the outside world with shock.

"Is this... the arrival of the Daozu Master?!"

In an instant, the entire Jiejiao was in an uproar and boiling.