The red figures were overwhelming, hunting for the heroes, and for a moment, countless strong men fell.

Everyone was running away quickly, which was an unimaginable disaster. The ancient genius and Taoist fetus fell in pieces.

"After eating the soul, their speed is getting faster."

Yin Wudi shouted, and the speed of some red figures increased by a huge margin, just like a red phantom.

Some warriors self-destruct, but none of them helps, and the fluctuations in combat cannot stop their speed.

From a distance, the red wave is getting closer.

"This seems to be a ten-day sacrifice. There will be ten-day turmoil in the ancient land of heaven and earth, and there will be great opportunities after the turmoil."

Huangfu Jiusheng remembered the legendary records, and she was unable to confirm that she fled with a large number of followers.

At this time, Wang Changan was still drinking. This was the eleventh kind of divine brew. As he refined the power of divine wine, his cultivation level also broke through.

Entering the late stage of immortality, his breath is vast and his combat power is rapidly increasing.

He seemed to have a special understanding, his spiritual consciousness was clear, and he once again improved the peerless heavenly skills and deduced the magic of war.

The next wines are different. After some wines are drunk, they are blessed with a kind of magic charm of the Great Dao, which makes Wang Chang'an easily enter the state of enlightenment.

But this kind of sudden enlightenment is also accompanied by danger. Sometimes if he cannot realize it, he will exhaust all his potential.

As he drank more magical wine, Wang Changan became more calm and sometimes even drank with men, but he needed time to digest it.

"Yes, in terms of speed, you're a little faster than those who came before."

The man said, Wang Changan's face was flushed and he was quickly refining the power of alcohol.

Time flies very quickly, and Wang Changan unknowingly drank hundreds of kinds of divine wine, and his practice is extremely fast.

"I'm the last kind of divine wine, and I'll leave after drinking it."

Wang Changan was a little happy, but at the same time he was a little reluctant.

Drinking and practicing can be considered a despicable thing. It is either blessed by the great way or enlightenment. Where can I find such an opportunity?

Wang Changan did not hesitate, picked up the wine bowl and drank it. After a while, the alcoholic strength dissipated, and Wang Changan's eyes turned scarlet and bloodshot expanded.

There was a crazy murderous intention in his body, and he seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty beast, choosing people to eat them,

The bloodthirsty and killing aura emanates, which is a bit crazy.

The man just looked at him indifferently. Wang Changan could not pose any threat to him, let alone others.

The last type of wine is called killing thoughts. Some people will become demons because of this. If they cannot be suppressed, they will still be dead.

Wang Chang'an's murderous intent was surging, and the awakeness in his eyes was almost covered with blood.

He had a crazy pleasure, as if only killing could make him happy.

The chaotic green lotus surged into the sea of ​​consciousness, and the surging medicinal power rushed to all directions, as if there was a chill that made Wang Changan recover.

Wang Chang'an was fighting, he kept his mind tightly and suppressed the crazy murderous thoughts.

Wang Changan sat quietly on the earth, his body surging hazy divine light, and a little golden light emanated from his eyebrows, constantly expanding.

Wang Chang'an's body lightened, and then he moved the grinding stone classics and the ancient Xuan classics, which made him feel cool and suppressed his restlessness in his body.

"This is just the beginning. Killing Jiu is the most difficult to deal with. It lurks deep in your consciousness and may explode at any time."

The man reminded that Wang Chang'an's soul power had increased greatly and his soul was shining brightly. The blood in his eyes faded away, as if he had recovered from awakening.

Wang Changan did not get up, but was silently guarding his mind.

After sitting in meditation for several days, the murderous thought broke out again, and Wang Chang'an's mind almost lost, and a huge murderous intent influenced his will.

It seemed as if the murderous intent of a supreme powerhouse was instantly imposed on Wang Changan.

If you are not crazy, you will not become a demon. When the murderous intent blinds your mind, Wang Chang'an only has the most astonishing desire to kill.

The murderous intent affected the surrounding world.

The man looked at Wang Changan. If Wang Changan lost control, he would instantly kill Wang Changan.

He has had such a precedent.

Wang Chang'an seemed to sink into an endless blood-colored world.

Around him,

Countless creatures scattered their teeth and claws and rushed towards him, as if to stimulate his murderous intent hidden deep in the depths.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, the aura of the Great Dao fell, and Wang Chang'an's soul was constantly emitting divine light.

He sat quietly for several days, and this murderous intent finally became depressed, and Wang Changan recovered.

But deep in his heart was a slight throbbing. He almost lost and turned into a monster that could only kill.

Half a day later, the murderous thought eroded again, and Wang Changan remained motionless like a piece of wood.

The killing thought let it killing thoughts, and I remained calm. His concentration was very strong. It took only half a day to eliminate all the killing intentions.

Moreover, after surviving this disaster, Wang Chang'an felt unprecedented relief. His heart of Tao seemed to have been baptized and did not stagnate.

With such a state of mind, practice will be a thousand miles a day.

"Okay, I finally got through it. After experiencing this, your mind will become very tenacious, you will be harmed by the world without harm, and you will become a killing without surrender."

The man felt a little joy, which was considered a compliment to the later generations.

"Thank you for your good fortune, how dare you ask me for your honorary name?"

"The name of Zun has been too long, I only remember that the world calls me Jiudaozun."

"Jiu Daozun?"

Wang Mengan murmured to himself, could it be an ancient heavenly lord who achieved enlightenment with wine?

The other party seemed to see Wang Changan's thoughts and continued to speak, "Don't be envious. You have enough talents and can also go to a place where no one can reach in the future."

"I didn't expect that you passed this level in a short time. Come and have another bowl of it, just treat it as seeing you off."

"good."

Wang Chang'an raised his glass and drank it, and then the world changed and came to a new place.

The first two levels are guarded by Tongtian characters, and I think this level is extraordinary.

A golden ancient tree appeared in front of Wang Chang'an, with lush branches and leaves. From a distance, it looked golden and extremely spectacular.

Under the tree, there was a figure holding a bamboo broom in his hand, sweeping the fallen leaves.

He had gray hair, a kind face, and looked amiable. When he saw Wang Chang'an coming, he just smiled.

"Another latecomer has arrived. It can be seen that this is another brilliant era, and I don't know how many years have passed."

The old man sighed, as if he was thinking of the old things.

"You don't have to be afraid. This level is very simple. As long as you sweep the fallen leaves on the ground, you will be considered passing."

"Yes, senior."

The other party was very kind and asked Wang Changan to take the broom. Wang Changan did not hesitate. He thought that this was an invincible man and he was disdainful to plot against him.

Wang Chang'an stepped forward respectfully. He took the bamboo broom, and without any abnormality, he took it easily.

But when he gently swept the earth, his mind suddenly shook. He swept it and his Taoist cultivation was automatically consumed by the bamboo broom.

Wang Chang'an looked around and found that the land of fallen leaves was extremely large, so it was probably not that simple.

"Why, do you want to give up?"

The old man smiled and said, "He is really kind and has no anger, but more of comforting the later generations."

"Senior joked that since he came, he naturally had to do his best. How could he give up easily?"

"Okay, since you understand, then just sweep it and the old man goes over and take a rest."

The old man smiled and a rocking chair emerged from the bottom of the tree. The old man lay on and started shaking leisurely.
Chapter completed!