Time has been long and countless powerful people from ancient times, but Wang Changan can be sure that this man who is addicted to alcohol is definitely an extremely powerful existence in the ancient times.

"So much wine, you can choose a drink."

The other party signaled, and Wang Changan couldn't help but wonder, could it be that this level of time, it was still impossible to drink.

"It's you."

Wang Changan touched every wine jar with his hand, picked up one, opened the jar, and the wine was filled with fragrance.

"It's not bad. Quran wine is one of the rare treasures in the world, and it's hard to find in the world."

The other party introduced that Wang Changan really thought it was right. The wine was as beautiful as tea, but it had a faint fragrance of wine.

Wang Changan picked up the jar and took a sip, and almost squirted it out. The wine was not spicy, but bitter.

This wine entered his throat, and Wang Changan felt the flames burning in his body.

The wine was too domineering, and Wang Changan suddenly blushed, and three kinds of divine lights appeared on his body, and his whole body was steaming.

"Three colors, the qualifications are acceptable."

The other party said something, but Wang Changan was drunk and just a sip of wine, and he seemed to be drunk.

He forced himself to keep his energy, but in the end he was drunk, unconscious, and drunk on the earth.

The other party shook his head and started drinking on his own.

When he woke up, it was unknown how long it had passed.

"Wake up, then drink it again."

Wang Changan felt the power in his body a little more powerful. This time, the other party was polite, so he took out a wine bowl and poured a bowl for Wang Changan.

"This wine is called the Seven Sins, and it is one of the rare treasures in the world! It cannot be wasted."

"senior."

"No need to ask, just drink. If you drink these wines, you can still live. That will be your fortune. If you can't wake up, you will be just a corpse."

The other party pointed to the wine jar in front of him and said, but Wang Changan heard the other party's meaning.

Drinking these wines can make you die of.

"In fact, you've been here more than you."

Wang Chang'an was not surprised by this. In the ancient heavenly road, there must be some outstanding figures of ancient heavenly beings who have crossed this path.

But this path is extraordinary, which is both a great creation and a test of life and death.

Wang Chang'an raised the bowl of wine called Qishou and drank it in one sip. The wine was like water, without even the slightest smell of alcohol.

Wang Changan felt something strange. He said that his heart was strong, he did not be happy with things, nor was he sad with himself, and dared not say that he had no emotions, but he could also control it.

This wine enters Wang Chang'an's calm heart ripples again.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, sorrow and joy.

For a moment, his pure and inaction mind seemed to be wrapped in various emotions.

"Life is short, love and hate."

When the other party commented, Wang Changan felt very uncomfortable. His emotions changed repeatedly, as if he was constantly pulling.

He was addicted to joy, as if he had ushered in the happiest time in his life, with his lips rising, and he laughed like a child.

He was immersed in it, but suddenly he felt so happy.

Wang Changan's eyes were filled with tears and his face was full of sorrow. At this moment, he seemed to have lost his love and endured unimaginable great sorrow.

The grief made it difficult for him to extricate himself and he could not recover. He was extremely angry. He roared to the sky, as if he was venting his unhappiness.

At this moment, his heart was blinded by hatred, and he no longer had mercy, as if he could transform into a demon at any time.

Wang Chang'an's heart of Tao is like an iron wire, bent back and forth.

His eyes were blood-red, but Wang Changan was madly stabilizing himself. He seemed to have endless emotions, gushing like a volcano.

Wang Chang'an used the Qing Dynasty classics to calm down. He seemed to be fighting, and the expression on his face changed again and again.

The power of the seven sins was getting stronger and stronger, and all kinds of emotions were intertwined, occupying Wang Chang'an's mind.

Wang Chang'an used his peerless heavenly power to suppress himself and tried to wake him up.

The more he suppressed, the more violent he was.

The heart of Tao is like a rock, but it was shaken by a bowl of divine wine.

This is the most extraordinary existence. In various emotions, his desires are rising endlessly.

"My heart should be tenacious and unshakable. I have seven emotions, six desires, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but this is my nature, so how can I suppress it?"

Wang Chang'an sighed in his heart. He used his skills to refine the power of wine, but no longer suppressed himself.

When various emotions impact the will, endless desires begin to expand.

All desires are unsightly, but they are the most harsh.

Wang Chang'an sat on the ground, as if he had entered into meditation, and he was fighting against himself.

The other party looked at Wang Changan and took a sip of wine.

From day to night, from night to dawn, Wang Chang'an's mood fluctuated greatly and he almost lost this place several times.

He no longer restrained himself, but adapted to various emotions to feel his joys and sorrows. As his face changed again and again, he finally calmed down his state of mind.

"Well, it's a little faster than I thought."

Wang Changan finally woke up, and the remaining alcoholic energy turned into nutrients to nourish himself.

The other party took out another jar of magic wine and poured it into the wine bowl.

"This wine is called Qishen, please drink it together."

Wang Changan picked up the wine bowl again and drank it all in one go. Wang Changan felt that his soul was awake, and at that moment, he seemed to have gained enlightenment.

His eyes were profound, and he saw the ups and downs of the world at first sight, as if he looked through the end of time.

He looked down at the world, watching the rise and fall, and for a moment, he was intoxicated by time.

The picture turned around and it was thousands of years later that the Xing Gu tribe, Wang Xiahou, Wang Xiaer and others were old and about to die.

Over the long time, their lives have come to an end and their blood and energy cannot be regenerated.

This is a disaster for the living beings in the world. They cannot be transcended from birth, old age, sickness and death.

At this time, Wang Changan had a profound cultivation level, maintained his youthful appearance, and his blood and energy were still strong.

However, Wang Xiahou and others were so old that they could not walk. They were lying on bedside, and the oil was gone.

"Grandpa, hurry up, take this holy medicine and he will make you transform into a new life."

Wang Changan said anxiously, taking out the holy medicine from his hand and blooming with a strong fragrance of medicine, but Wang Xiahou shook his head.

"Xiao An, this life has been too long. I have witnessed the rise of the Xinggu tribe and the prosperity of the tribe. It has been thousands of years, so what else can I refuse to leave."

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are destiny. Leave the holy medicine to the children in the clan. Grandpa is content in this life, child."

Wang Xiahou was already dying, and he refused the holy medicine to prolong his life. He fought for the Xinggu tribe in this life, and was more open-minded about life.

The Holy Medicine may have allowed him to live a few more years, but this is not his destination.

Wang Xiahou remembered the clan who had been persistent throughout his life and couldn't help but smile. The bed was surrounded by clan members, his eyes were concerned, and he was waiting for him to improve.

With tears in his turbid eyes, his hand holding Wang Changan finally dropped.

"Grandpa, the patriarch."

"Class leader."

All the Xinggu tribes spoke out in grief. This is their clan leader, how could he bear to give up?

For a moment, Wang Changan couldn't help crying. This is his relative!

Over the past thousands of years, he has finally completed his life.

Wang Xiahou left the world with relief on his face.

The clan was sad, and Wang Chang'an began to deal with Wang Xiahou's funeral, but the funeral was not over, but new bad news came.
Chapter completed!