Jiuzun asked

"You...she...you...he."

Ancestor Huagai's eyes are full of the past, and when he looks at the drunkard and three idiots, his heart stops for three breaths.

"Killing him...is not my intention."

"Killing him... is definitely not my intention."

"That's the medicine prescribed by Master Baidu, it has nothing to do with me...it has nothing to do with me."

The drunkard San Chi sneered, but he didn't say a word. Hearing the crazy talk of the Huagai old man, he also heard a lot of stories.

"White poison... White poison."

A gleam of light disappeared from the eyes of the drunkard three idiots, and with the spirit of immortality in his palm, he picked up a vat of rough wine, but seeing the strong energy spilling out, he said in a low voice: "People are not dead... the account will not be erased."

Xiao Wenwen led the yellow-flowered skinny horse and stood outside Kunhua City, watching the skinny horse getting fatter and Kunhua City crumbling.

He doesn't care, he just feeds the horse... and watch the show!

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The drunkard three idiots sealed 72 sword energy in the palm, and stood in front of the Huagai old man, like Ling Chi's execution knife, slicing the Huagai old man one by one.

The three thousand disciples were all looking at the sky, and when they felt scared, they broke through the sky.

In a short time, outside the dilapidated city of Kunhua, there is already a trapping formation above the sky, and when ordinary Taoists touch the barrier of the trapping and killing formation, there will be a cloud of blood mist.

In just a few breaths, more than a hundred people died.

At this time, the three thousand disciples of Huagai Sword Sect also had blood mist in their eyes, they seemed to be crazy, but they didn't move at all.

The drunkard three idiots sealed the veins with "wine breath", and sealed the 72 veins of the Hua Gai ancestor into a golden soup, which is as solid as a dead body.

"Back then, when Qichen died, you tortured him for half an hour." The drunkard three let out a dull voice, twisting a drop of blood on his fingertips, and said softly, "I tortured you for an hour... "It's good."

The drunken three foolishly spoke, and took out a short blade from his bosom, but saw a full green worm lying on top of the short blade, with a red back and white eyes.

"No... no, you leave me with a sliver of soul, and let me escape into the six realms." Hua Gai Patriarch screamed, but seeing the alcoholic three idiots, he ignored it and stabbed the half-inch soul blade in the Hua Gai. Sophisticated heart.

Xiao Wen asked at a glance, and knew it was the "Lost Soul Blue Demon", and the alcoholic San Chi used blood as a sacrifice, probably not leaving a way for Hua Gai's old way to survive.

"Look... the people are not exhausted, don't stop drinking."

The drunkard San Chi looked up to the sky and drank, holding a three-petal wine gourd, drank 300 mouthfuls, and beheaded [-] people.

He stabbed into the canopy with a sword.

"I know... these three thousand are good, but I haven't encountered them... it's a pity."

"I know... these three thousand have a way, but I don't know... poor."

"I know... these three thousand hidden talents, but I didn't surrender... it's sad."

The alcoholic Sanchi held the sword in one hand and drank wine in the other, and the sword glowed all over the place, but he used the cultivation base of the Earth Immortal, which is also the way of the Earth Immortal Sword.

Kill a man, grab a sword.

In a short while, in front of this small "Seven Heroes Restaurant", it stood like a rain of swords in this open place.

The Huagai old man watched helplessly, the Huagai was destroyed, and the three thousand disciples... were wiped out.

The "Lost Soul Blue Demon" in his heart turned into reddish purple, and the ray of soul breath in the sea of ​​souls was about to dissipate eventually.

"Enchanted."

Xiao Wenwen knew that the alcoholic three idiots' "inner demons" had deep evil thoughts, but he didn't know that his evil thoughts had already been hidden in the Dao Soul.

"That's fine... that's fine."

Xiao asked softly, and thought for a moment, if he transforms into a demon, why would I need to travel three million miles.

From time to time, I saw Huagai Daomen, a sea of ​​blood, all killed with a single sword.

"Back then, Qichen wasn't so lucky. He suffered half an hour of torture." The drunkard three idiots took another gulp, and murmured: "I... my heart is pinched."

The mouth of the wine gourd dripped the last drop of coarse wine, and he swallowed it, his face turning red.

Suddenly, the drunkard three idiots felt a weak murderous aura behind him.

Looking up, he saw that he was a child of one year, holding an ordinary wooden sword. On the head of the wooden sword, the word "Three Confucians" was engraved.

The childish face tightened, but he stood with his sword in his hand, motionless.

"When the people are not exhausted, don't stop drinking."

The alcoholic three idiots let out a cry, but saw the tip of the sword touching the ground, and the image of a child was reflected in the bloody eyes.

Xiao Wenwen looked at it from a distance, but he couldn't help but want to save this boy, and he wanted to block the sword energy with his fingertips.

Who knows, but saw that the alcoholic San Chi poured out the wine gourd, but it was not a drop of wine, and it was not poured out.

"The wine is gone... Fate is numbered... everything is fate."

In an instant, the evil thoughts faded from the eyes of the alcoholic three idiots, sitting cross-legged in front of the childish child, raised the wine gourd, and said softly: "May I have a jug of wine for me."

"I don't want to."

That Dao Tong shouted, but his eyes were clear, and the tip of the sword slashed a ray of light, stabbing on the left cheek of the alcoholic three idiots.

Half an inch of blood, worthy of an instant.

With one breath, the half-inch of blood congealed into a scab.

"This jug of wine is not for me, but for him."

The alcoholic three idiots lazily pointed at the old Taoist Hua Gai, but they didn't look at him, and both of them stared at him.

In an instant, the little Taoist boy couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, which wet the lapel of his clothes, and took the wine gourd from the alcoholic three idiots.After a short smoke, he got into a remote place and filled a pot of wine.

After he put the jug of wine on the ground, he stood with his sword in his hand again, without saying a word.

"Whose wine is this?"

Daotong stared blankly, and said timidly: "The kitchen...Second Senior Brother Ye Song's wine."

"He...is kind to you."

The drunkard asked in a dull voice, but seeing the boy, his face tightened, and he began to sob loudly again.

"Your crying sound is worthy of the atmosphere of Miemen." After the drinker said, he poured the full gourd of wine into the sky.

But I saw that the wine beads in the gourd turned into three thousand, but it turned out to be a dead person and a drop of wine.

When Xiao Wenwen looked at the drunkard, he felt certain, and a streak of sky fire with his fingertips turned the three thousand corpses into a wisp of smoke.

Hua Gai Laodao swallowed his last breath, and the corpse hanging in the sky also turned into dry bones.

"Abandon the dust...serve the wine."

The alcoholic San Chi looked at the Three Thousand Swords Stele, after all, his heart was filled with joy, as if he was lying on the ancient locust tree and clutching a cicada when he was a child.

Back then when the cicadas sang that year, when old friends were in love.

"You...can't leave."

The Taoist shouted, but still held the wooden sword, his eyes were as clear as water, and he said angrily: "You leave a Taoist name... one day, I will avenge my master."

The drunkard turned around, and said in a low voice, "Jiuying Jianzong... the three idiots of the drunkard."

Daotong nodded, seriously, he raised his sword and carved these eight big characters on the ground.

"You still need to remember what I look like."

The image of a drunkard was reflected in those childish eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I will never forget it in this lifetime."

The drunkard Sanchi sneered, but took out a Taoist book from his bosom, and saw the four big characters "Confucianism and Taoism are the most holy" written on the book.

Daotong looked down, but saw the drunkard leading the yellow-flowered and thin horse, stepping on the evening sunset, all the way west...