Two cups of divine wine flew into the vortex of the void respectively.
In Dragon City, Wang Jinglong's incarnation was stunned, looking at the divine wine slowly appearing in the void vortex in front of him, he laughed, reached out to take it, drank it in big gulps, and then returned the wine glass to the void vortex.
Zhulong City, Zhulong Palace.
A glass of wine appeared from the vortex of void.
Long Sheng Ao Zhen showed a gratified smile, opened his mouth, and drank the wine in the cup. Then a fire broke out in the Candle Dragon Hall.
"happy!"
Below Fang Yun, Ao Zhou stared at the wine with his eyes wide open, his saliva almost flowing out. He wondered why Fang Yun didn't write Ao Jiaosheng, if so, wouldn't he be able to leave his name in history
Then, Fang Yun drank another glass and continued writing "Song of the Wine".
I will sing a song for you, please listen attentively.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jades are not expensive, I just wish to be drunk forever and never wake up.
Since ancient times, all saints and wise men have been lonely, only drinkers leave their names.
In the past, King Chen held a banquet in Pingle, and he drank ten thousand cups of wine and indulged in extravagant pleasures.
Why does the host say that he has little money? I must buy some wine to drink with you.
A horse with five colors and a fur coat worth thousands of gold.
I'll call my son to go out and buy some good wine, so that we can share our eternal sorrow.
Afterwards, one whirlpool of void appeared behind Fang Yun after another, the divine wine kept flowing back and forth, and the brewing bottle kept pouring wine.
These divine wines flew to different places in Longcheng. Some flew to Ao Zhen and Ao Ku, some flew to the semi-saint incarnation of the human race, some landed in front of good friends such as Eel Tinghuang, and some flew to friends from other races, such as the incarnation of Liesheng, the friend of Xing Yaoman, and the incarnation of Xue Baiyi.
The so-called saying that money is little means that friends should learn from the people at King Chen's banquet and not care about the value of wine. We should advise all friends that instead of constantly running around in Longcheng, it is better to take a break, drink together and enjoy the most beautiful wine in the world.
Fang Yun entertains guests, and everyone is together thousands of miles away, drinking together from the same world!
Fang Yun puts down his writing.
The Pen Master, the Ink Girl, the Inkstone Turtle and the Holy Page emit four layers of divine light.
The inkstone turtle roars, and the poetry will never die.
The old pen brushes his beard, but his vitality never stops.
The black lady raised her head and crossed into a realm.
The holy page takes shape, and the real and the unreal coexist.
Afterwards, the orange beam of talent from this anti-war poem rose five feet high and spread throughout the world!
Being able to spread the knowledge throughout the world is at the level of poetry. Non-war poetry does not have the realm of war poetry. Even if ordinary power can improve the realm of war poetry, it cannot improve the power of non-war poetry. But Mo Nu is different. She possesses powerful power. Non-war poetry cannot be transformed into war poetry. Therefore, the realm of spreading the knowledge throughout the world is directly upgraded to the realm of shocking the saint!
When it reaches the level of shocking a saint, this poem "Song of the Wine" is equivalent to the arrival of a saint in the fifth realm of war poetry, and it can definitely summon a semi-saint.
But the problem is, among the human saints there are some who like to drink, but there is no Wine Saint. The Wine Saint is just a respectful title for Du Kang among the people and he is not qualified to become a saint.
So who will be alarmed by this poem
There is Chen Wang Cao Zhi in the text, but he is not a half-saint. Ao Zhen obviously does not belong to the human race. Wang Jinglong is the most suitable person, but Wang Jinglong has an important mission and cannot be distracted.
Therefore, when the talent of "Song of the Wine" soared to the sky and reached the level of shocking the world, all the strange phenomena stopped.
All the poetic visions that should have appeared were still and could not be added to.
Since even the most powerful Jingsheng cannot form, other forces naturally dare not act presumptuously.
Ao Zhou was stunned, and Gu Xu, who had been on guard, was also stunned, and was slapped away by the Cang Qing Zhenlong.
Even the four ancient monsters could see it, and Fang Yun looked helpless.
Fang Yun shook his head slightly. Too much power can sometimes be a tragedy. He originally wanted to rely on his identity as the Lord of the Yangtze River and the "Song of the Wine" to change the water of the Yellow River into the water of the Yangtze River, and then extinguish the fire of the Black Stone Mountain. Unexpectedly, such a mistake occurred.
Fang Yun was just about to change to a serious war poem when suddenly, the void shook and time flowed horizontally.
The space-time storm descended behind Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's instinctive reaction was to move away, but the next moment he realized that this strange void storm was different from the ones he had encountered before and had no lethality.
A light blue space-time storm with colorful light descended. It was very small, only ten feet wide, and was far less powerful than the space-time storm encountered before.
Then, a tall man in white with a sword at his waist stepped out.
The man in white was tall and handsome, with shining eyes and an imposing aura like a mountain. He seemed to be standing proudly at the pinnacle of the world, with a broad mind and looking down on the world. Not even the Holy Ancestor could make him bow his head.
The man in white took a look at Fang Yun with a strange look on his face. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes widened and he sniffed suddenly. He completely ignored Fang Yun and turned to look at the brewing equipment. His eyes sparkled, his face flushed, and he looked intoxicated.
"I've lost my way and come here, let me have a drink first." The man in white stared at the wine infatuatedly.
Fang Yun laughed, and saw the eight cups of magic wine being emptied. Then he poured wine from the brewing bottle one cup at a time. Every time he poured a cup, he changed a different kind of wine. He first filled the eight cups with the fine wine.
One cup of fine wine after another flew to the man in white. After he drank one cup, the glass would return and the bottle would be filled with another kind of fine wine.
The man in white was seen with divine light flashing all over his body. All his clothes and belongings shattered into pieces. His entire body was surrounded by the continuously flashing divine light. It seemed as if he would be burst by the divine wine at any time, but he didn't care at all and kept drinking, one cup at a time.
After finally drinking ten buckets of wine, the man in white finally stopped, fell headfirst into the air, lay in the void, enveloped in divine light, and fell into a deep sleep, with even heavy snoring sounds being heard.
Fang Yun turned around and looked at Gu Xu.
Gu Xu wanted to laugh. The human race really knows how to play. They surprised the saint by revealing a drunkard. Will they surprise a glutton next time
Ao Zhou was also helpless. He thought to himself that the human race really used everyone. This man was obviously not a half-saint of the human race. He didn't know where he came from. He fell asleep after drinking and came here to find an inn
Suddenly, the holy page in front of Fang Yun moved and turned into colorful divine light, shooting straight into the sky.
At the same time, there was a huge earthquake in Kunlun Mountain, the source of the Yangtze River in Shengyuan Continent.
Above Fang Yun, the divine light transformed by the holy page was like ink and water, interweaving into a group of mountains. Then, floods surged up from the mountains and condensed into a broad river, forming a huge water column with a diameter of dozens of miles, falling from the sky like a waterfall.
In the water flow, the holy way appears and the holy power surges.
The Yangtze River of Holy Power fell on the Black Stone Mountain.
Boom boom boom…
The holy paths collided, the holy light exploded, it seemed as if hundreds of saints were fighting in Gu Xu's place, the space was shaking, and the void collapsed.
All the flames disappeared.
"Want to destroy my holy treasure?"
Gu Xu didn't expect that a mere holy poem could block his semi-holy treasure. This was simply a humiliation to himself.
Gu Xu swung his fist, and the surging river of blood and energy flowed upstream, as if forming a blood-red Yangtze River, dozens of miles wide, and was about to collide with the real Holy Power Yangtze River above.
However, Gu Xu's powerful force passed through the Holy Power River, went straight into the sky, and disappeared.
Gu Xu's power had no effect on the Holy Power Yangtze River.
The water of the Holy Power Yangtze River continuously pours onto the Black Stone Mountain, divine light bursts out, and water vapor rises.
"What a collection of four wonders of the study!"
Gu Xu finally realized that this was the effect of the Four Wonders of the Study. So many Semi-Saints in Liangjie Mountain were helpless back then, and it seemed that he himself had no way to solve the problem of the water of the Yangtze River today.
Gu Xu took back the Black Stone Mountain, and the water of the Yangtze River stopped immediately.
However, the Kunlun Mountains above are still there.
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