When the wine in Chenjian's glass ended, he said, "I'm leaving."

Wu Ding said: "You have just got your first glass of wine, so you are leaving now?"

Chen Lian smiled and said, "A mortals always have to go home after drinking. But even if they pour out so many fine wines in the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, they can't get drunk. There will be no difference between one cup and ten thousand cups. This is the first cup and the last cup." This ability is probably what countless wine lovers dream of, but the truth between their words truly reveals the freedom and freedom of the gods.

People in the world learn from gods and immortals, but they only learn the ability of gods and immortals, but they cannot understand the minds of gods and immortals. Therefore, they still have to understand the sufferings of mortals, and are influenced by various demonic thoughts.

Wu Ding sighed and said, "I still hope to drink with you." This sentence is a true portrayal of Wu Ding's inner heart, and it is also a place where he admires him. After all, even if he cannot have a sincere heart, it will not prevent others from admiring and appreciating it.

Chen Lian smiled and said, "Then you have to find immortal wines like the gods and immortals, so that I can not only enjoy myself, but also prevent me from stirring up the wind and rain, and end peace in the world."

Wu Ding said seriously: "Then I will definitely dissuade you before you get drunk. You don't have to be drunk when you drink. You can also enjoy the fun in it."

Chen Lian laughed and patted Wu Ding on the shoulder. He felt that he was like a spinning top, and he lost his position in an instant. When he stood up, he raised his head to the Grand Master's Mansion.

He calmed down a little and knew that even if he went back to the restaurant, he could not find Shenling.

In fact, he made a mistake in his judgment and Chen Lian did not go far.

Chen Lianren was under the ancient willow, his mind was floating. When he was still in Qingxuan Daozong, he planted a withered willow that Yanxu gave to each other outside Taiwei Pavilion. He once said to Gu Caiwei: In the future, this willow willow will bloom, and he will definitely return.

At that time, his body and spirit were about to disperse, so he predicted the future, so he said this. Today, he was trapped in the Chaosong killing formation. Seeing the withered willows by the river, he suddenly recalled the foreword. So he was in the wine shop and poured vitality into the withered willows, causing the willows to sway and fly lightly.

Chen Lian's palm pressed on the torso of the rejuvenated willow tree, as if he could see Qingxuan Fairy Mountain, Zifu Peak, and Taiwei Pavilion. The willow trees in front of the pavilion were swaying, but they were not blooming. Under the willow tree was a tomb with green grass on it and green on it and there was no inscription.

Suddenly all the pictures disappeared, and Chen Lian felt the murderous intent from the killing array more and more. He was constantly absorbing the spiritual energy of the Shang Dynasty and making the final evolution. Once his merits are complete, no matter how he hides, it will be exposed, and there will be no room for maneuver.

Chen Lian did not look back at the Taishi Mansion, but chose another direction to go.

He walked in Chaoge City, and no one of the bustling pedestrians, various Qi training men and soldiers could see him again.

The sound of wind and water and people's thoughts all fell into his mind, Taichung, and the entire Chaoge City was in his heart, becoming a three-dimensional pattern, and no details could be hidden from him.

Doumuyuanjun is in the north, and Zujia is in the west, and the distance between him and Zujia is getting closer and closer. He can even clearly feel the surging energy of Simuwu Ding coming towards him, like clear waves, washing his whole body. Every breath can absorb many inspirations to enrich the seed of heaven and earth on his eyebrows and to support his past efforts. At the same time, a unique Taoist energy gradually emerges from his body, unlike any sacred immortal Buddha.

In addition to the Simuwu tripod, there have always been the most elite guards and guards of the Shang Dynasty, and the leader is also the outstanding talents of the royal family.

It was a young general who suddenly felt a creepy feeling and couldn't help but look forward. There was nothing there, and he always felt that someone was walking over. The ticking footsteps were both like a bell tower and the summoning of death.

He suddenly drew out the long sword, and all the guards became alert. The evil aura of the sky went forward without any notice.

The young general said coldly: "Who is the evil person? You dare to find someone to make trouble."

The sword shook, and the air condensed into a sound, sweeping forward.

However, the sword energy seemed extremely powerful, but in fact it was far less than Wu Ding's sword. It was as though it was dreamy and illusory as it was, and it was not disturbed by the sword energy at all, and it was still coming forward.

The young generals still couldn't see Chen Lian, but could feel Chen Lian's constant approaching.

His sense of despair gradually spread in his heart, and a faint voice sounded in his ear, "What are you afraid of?"

The young general couldn't help but the sword was rising in all directions, and his spirit was consumed. At the same time, the guards burst into a strong sword evil together, and the void made a sizzling sound.

If there were divine weapons and treasures in this space, they might have turned into broken iron at this time, but they still couldn't find any trace of people coming.

A gentle breeze blew by, and all the guards, including the young generals, were dizzy, and then fell down and fell asleep.

Outside the huge Simuwu Cauldron, a group of guards made a sound of sleeping sound, and the situation was extremely strange.

Zujia was under the cauldron, but it seemed that he was part of the cauldron, making people forget that he was still a human being.

No one else could see Chen Lian, but Zu Jia could see clearly. The Shen Lian he saw was closer to the real Shen Lian, which was Chen Lian's body and spirit.

Zu Jia had always heard of Chen Lian and had some guesses about his Fengzi, but he was still a little surprised now.

He suddenly blurted out a sentence: "It's not on this shore, it's not on the other shore, it's not in the middle."

This most profound meaning in Buddhism is originally used to describe the situation of "Tathagata". Although it is used here, although it is somewhat elevated and refined, it is actually not inappropriate.

Chen Lian's Taiyi not only places the true spirit in a place where nothing can be found, but also enters the path of self-exercising heaven and earth, and embarks on the path that he has taken with those who transcend the Buddha. Although there are still many powerful people who are thousands or hundreds of times better than him, Chen Lian is on the right path.

At this time, he used the seeds of heaven and earth to re-evolve the magic of heaven and the Heart Sutra of the Great Dream, and imprinted his own clear soul seal into it, simulating a slight aura that was close to the essence of the Taoist Lord, so that he could not only wander outside the world, but also appear in it at any time.

"How much does the tripod weigh?" Chen Lian finally fully manifested and asked with a look of his head, which was sharper than any magic weapon.

Zu Jia has always been quiet as ice and snow, as if he encountered the hot real fire. In an instant, the ice and snow melted. His eyes showed a burning divine light and shot into the sky.

Then he sighed and said, "Brother Qingxuan must have an answer, so why bother ask me?"

Chen Lian smiled and said, "What if I have no answer?"

Zu Jia held the tide in his heart and smiled back and said, "Then I have no way to know."
Chapter completed!