My Hair Can Create a Demon Country

　　 The car drove out of the street, out of this autonomous region, and came to the wide avenue.

　　 Holding the wine, Jiang Yang's face changed drastically at this time. He seemed to have seen something terrifying, revealing a surprise comparable to the spirit of the past.

I saw that there were countless medicinal materials and ants floating in this clear and transparent liquid bottle, but it gave him a sharp and compelling sense of sight, just like countless martial arts strongmen, forging his spirit and spirit. In the bottle...

In 　　, there are countless fiery wills and beliefs in life!

　　The wine bottle contains jade liquid blending, there are flowers blooming, there is endless light, there are joys and sorrows, sorrows and anger...

　　 The spirit of a civilization seems to be brewing in it!

　　 In the glass bottle, it is like a sacred and majestic martial arts glass palace, there are countless martial arts heroes singing and humming!

　　 "This... this is not wine!"

　　 Jiang Yang couldn't help but lose his voice, almost knocked over the wine in fright.

　　 "Brother?"

　　 The little girl exclaimed, "Is this poison? Is there something evil in the wine?"

　　 "It's not poison, but this wine is not wine." Jiang Yang felt very strange for a moment, and he couldn't find an adjective.

　　 She looked at the wine, but felt that it was vaguely thick and weird, giving the illusion of purity and vastness, but she really couldn't see anything.

　　 "Of course you can't see anything."

　　 "Only with a great master of spirit, energy and spirit, and a keen spirit, can you perceive the spirit and spirit of life, and even barely be able to see the dead, and the light spots of the surrounding souls."

　　 "Therefore, the spirit and soul of life, and the folk mystical ghosts and gods of various places since ancient times, in fact, it is most of us who are great masters walking in the arena and fighting each other, and then they are mistakenly spread."

　　 Jiang Yang said with a deep smile: "Have you seen the stone stele on the back mountain of our Miao Family Hall?"

　　 "How can I not see it?"

The little girl was sitting in the car, carefully playing with the gun in her hand, "The stone tablet is said to be carved with fingers by our ancestors. It contains a powerful spirit and a strong spirit. Many of our younger generations are on the stone tablet. A lot of epiphany was realized in the fist on the air."

　　 Although the little girl replied so, she still wondered what is the secret of this wine.

　　 Jiang Yang smiled and said, "Have you seen the **** sword that is famous and rumored?"

　　 "The sword is in the treasure pavilion at home."

The little girl said with emotion: "It was forged by a martial arts master in the northwestern China three hundred years ago. He was infatuated with the sword and was extremely obsessed with it. It is said that he forged for three days and three nights, and even blended into his own spirit and spirit. As soon as he stepped into the billowing flame furnace, he used the gods to forge the sword, and the body quenched the sword. The sword retained the spirit of a great master...So far, holding the sword in his hand, he has a vague epiphany, which can be called a treasure. "

　　 "This wine is also such a treasure!!"

Jiang Yang laughed suddenly and boldly, and said: "This wine is like the stone tablet and the sword... It seems that there are countless masters who have made wine together, and they have forged their own ideas in it! They have incorporated their own backbone! Spirit! !belief!"

　　 The little girl was stunned.

　　 "This...this is incredible."

He sighed with emotion, as if a collector saw the treasures in the world, his palms were constantly frosted, and he whispered softly: "It is already difficult to blend in with a will, and so many martial arts masters blend their spirit in the wine, but not in the wine. The collision is unbelievable."

　　 "How can these wills be carried in the wine so that they don't conflict?"

　　 "This is a bottle of world treasure, and it surpasses the monument and sword. It can be called... a hundred martial arts wine!"

　　 Hearing Jiang Yang's praise like this, the other two people understood the horror.

　　 Incorporating a spirit of energy is already rare.

　　 The countless martial arts spirits are unbelievable, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as ingenious workmanship.

　　 "Then this wine, we don't want to drink it, but keep it as an heirloom." The little girl looked happy.

　　 "No."

Jiang Yang observed carefully and revealed a touch of regret. He smiled bitterly: "This is wine and food. Although I don't know how to blend into it, it is obvious that the spirit of each of them is gradually dissipating, just as the soul of the dead is gradually disappearing. from...."

　　 "After seven or eight days of brewing this wine, the spirits and spirits in it exude prosperous, completely blended with the wine, forming a hundred schools of thought, drinking is the best... the longer the time, the more the will will dissipate, and it will gradually become an ordinary medicinal wine."

　　 This wine is simply a treasure on earth.

　　 I don’t know how to make it. It is made by the will of countless martial arts masters. I don’t know how to infuse the will of the martial arts into the wine. It is perfectly blended.

　　Hahahahaha!

　　 The car was drifting away, Jiang Yang suddenly laughed. The laughter grew louder and louder, and it became more and more mad, like a tiger roaring in the mountains and forests, shaking countless wilderness, and many birds around him started to scare away many beasts.

　　 "I finally know what seniors mean."

　　 He was so happy, he slowly turned around and bowed, and said:

"This unnamed Jianghu senior has a good intention. He knows how difficult my path is. He broke my martial arts aura after nine deaths, and then gave this hundred wines, and then let me regain momentum, break and stand. "

　　 In a daze, he saw the domineering figure full of the will of the emperor and the gods, his eyes hung high and slowly looked down at him.

　　...

　　...

　　 "The world is really mysterious."

　　 Jia Xiaman looked to the sky hopingly, sitting on the throne with emotion.

　　 "I compete with the mysterious figure, but I am not happy."

　　 "If you try it face-to-face, you must suppress him and teach others outsiders."

His heart is a bit lost and empty. This world is too narrow for him. After being invincible, there is nothing to look forward to. "The outside world is really exciting... When will it really break open? In this world, watch what the dazzling scene of the world outside ~www.readwn.com~ is like."

　　 "God! Fallen!"

　　 Below the Olympia Mountain, the mortals on the ground sang tragic songs.

　　 To them, the pharaohs are extremely high gods. They have witnessed the battle of gods today. The fall of the two most majestic gods is enough to have a huge impact on them.

　　 Something vaguely took root in them.

　　 As the ants at the bottom of the slaves, several slaves secretly kept in their house, recording a new slate, "God is extremely powerful, and God can die..."

　　 The pharaohs stipulated that history cannot be recorded in the mortal world.

　　 It is undoubtedly a felony for them to do so.

　　 "But...for hope."

　　 A few thin centaur ants secretly hid the slate in the house. They knew that they would not be able to resist in this life, leaving their hope to the new life in the next era, ignorant.

　　...

　　 Fu Qingjun showed his head through the door, looking at the girl with sausage mouth in front of him.

　　 "Fu, Brother Fu, you are really practicing, and your voice has returned to your childhood?" Little Horn said in surprise.

　　 "This is the little secret between you and me, don't tell anyone else." Fu Qingjun said.

　　 It's not that he doesn't want to say that I love you, so as to become a little secret between two people, but it is said that this person is a big loudspeaker, and it is terrible to spread directly all over the world.

　　 "Don't worry, the mouth of the little horn is the tightest." Her little chicken nodded as if pecking at rice.

　　 "I practice the Bahuang Liuhe, and I have the sole respect for me. I have to rejuvenate and rejuvenate every few years. Don't tell outsiders." Fu Qingjun said: "I'm going to retreat, don't bother me."

　　 "Okay." As soon as you hear the little horn, this is an extremely powerful martial arts. Is it rejuvenating? Suddenly his mouth widened.