"There are some mobile phone meetings at the Sky Hunting Banquet, so there is no hurry to go today."

Yan Wushen reached out and made a gesture of asking for help.

In the palace, there are twenty-four copper pillars, each of which carved thousands of space inscriptions, and nine million strange beast patterns. It seems that only has the thickness of three people, but its true diameter and height can support the world of twenty-four worlds.

Zhang Ruochen sat opposite Yan Wushen, straightened his back and said, "Since we are not in the final battle today, are we just asking me to have a drink?"

"Yes, it's just drinking."

Yan Wushen smiled, his eyes drooped naturally, and he stared at the wine pot on the red copper table.

The wine pot is a yellow-brown pot, and the wine glass is also made of the same material.

It is no different from pottery made by mortals. It is very rough and even not very regular.

It looks very simple, but Zhang Ruochen saw something unusual. Whether it is a wine pot or a wine glass, it has an ancient charm, and the shape and lines are integrated with the rules of heaven and earth.

No matter where they are placed, they are integrated with everything there.

Zhang Ruochen said: "This set of wine vessels has been passed on at least ten Yuanhui disasters, and it is even longer."

"How can I see it?" Yan Wushen said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Everything in the world, as long as it is in a certain year, will leave special traces of time. Their surfaces are very deep and old. There are many ancient artifacts I have seen, but only one or two traces of time can be compared with them."

"Old wine, only ancient vessels, are suitable for the blooming of it."

Yan Wushen sat still. Under the control of his mental power, Tao Zhi's wine pot slowly flew up, and poured a full glass into the wine glass in front of Zhang Ruochen.

The wine is very ordinary, nothing unusual.

"You may have heard of this wine, called Twelve Flowers. It was a god from the Kunlun Realm before the three Yuanhui, and gave it to the ancestors. I know that Brother Ruochen has a deep affection for the Kunlun Realm. When he comes to the Hell Realm, he will definitely miss his hometown, so he specially entered the Temple of Yama and took out one of the pots."

"Crazy."

Yan Wushen said while pouring wine for himself.

In the extremely distant past, before the Heavenly Realm and Hell Realm were established, although the major worlds also had profound conflicts with the ten tribes of hell, it was not that water and fire were incompatible, and some monks still had friendships.

"Twelve flowers bloom."

Zhang Ruochen read this sentence, suddenly remembered something, showed a look of surprise, and said in his heart: "This is what the drunkard once mentioned, the second-ranked spirit in Kunlun world has ever been."

Legend has it that twelve flowers bloomed and were brewed from the blue leaves, with only twelve altars in total.

In Kunlun Realm, it has long become a masterpiece and can't find a single drop.

"If there were twelve flowers, how could it be so ordinary? Has the alcoholism disappeared after experiencing the storage of three Yuanhui?"

You know, Zhang Ruochen once drank Longyan Wine, the eighth-ranked strong wine.

With the strength of Longyan wine, only the saints can bear it. A semi-saint once accidentally drank, and their body burned and died.

Zhang Ruochen poked out two fingers and touched the wine glass.

"Chichi!"

An amazing burning sensation was transmitted through the cup body.

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen's two fingers burned and turned red. Fortunately, his body was strong, otherwise, his entire arm would have turned into ashes with just a gentle touch.

Yan Wushen said: "The flowers bloom twelve, and the twelve flame divine flowers bloom. Only when the wine enters the belly will it bloom. It is said that only the divine body of the gods can bear this kind of wine. Even the great saints, if they drink it, will be burned through the twelve flame divine flowers from the inside to the outside, and their souls will be scattered."

"Brother Ruochen has a demigod body, so he is naturally not comparable to the immortal body of an ordinary great saint. I wonder if I dare to drink this cup of flowers and bloom twelve flowers?"

Zhang Ruochen's fingers have recovered.

After the temptation just now, Zhang Ruochen understood that what Yan Wushen said was not exaggerated at all. Twelve flowers blooming are indeed not something that the immortal body of the Great Sage can bear.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the cup in front of Yan Wushen and said, "Since Brother Wushen is so kind, how can I not drink it? I will respect you first."

Holding up the wine glass, Zhang Ruochen's entire right hand burned.

Drink all the wine in the glass in one go.

The hot and burning terrifying energy flowed down from his throat, entered his abdomen, and penetrated into his body. In his body, a series of flames suddenly bloomed, located in the five internal organs, six internal organs, and the sea of ​​Qi.

The blood in Zhang Ruochen's body boiled, and the flames burned out of the body.

The rich aroma of wine and flowers spread out along with the flames, filling the entire palace, presenting the phantom of twelve gorgeous flowers, which are beautiful.

The pain eroded the whole body, like a purgatory.

After a while, although it was still painful, Zhang Ruochen felt a sense of comfort that was difficult to be strict. More than 10,000 mental thoughts in his body seemed to have been tempered hundreds of times.

"Boom."

The intensity of mental power has exceeded the limit and reached the sixty-second level.

"Good wine! Brother Wushen, it's your turn!" Zhang Ruochen made a gesture of invitation.

At this point, Zhang Ruochen still doesn't understand that it is fake for Yan Wushen to invite him to drink. If he wants to borrow a drink, he will find out the depth of his current cultivation level.

He has a demigod body, and it is already quite difficult to bear a cup of flowers blooming twelve.

Yan Wushen does not have a demigod body, dare to drink it?

"It seems that Brother Ruochen is indeed a wonderful person who drinks twelve flowers."

Yan Wushen picked up the pottery cup, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, and drank it all in one go.

"Chichi."

His body also burned, and the phantoms of the twelve divine flowers bloomed around his body, lifelike, and the vines winded and hovered to connect the twelve flowers together.

If you can withstand a cup of flowers blooming twelve, Yan Wushen's body is never simple, and it will not be weaker than his demigod body. The key is that Zhang Ruochen cannot see through the clues.

Today's Yan Wushen gives him a sense of unfathomableness.

Yan Wushen's face was flushed and said with a hearty smile: "Actually, it's the first time I've been drinking twelve flowers, which is indeed a good wine. Do you know that its biggest benefit is not to increase the intensity of mental power."

"What is Brother Wushen referring to?" Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen said: "Brother Ruochen's cultivation has reached the peak level of the Immortal Realm, right? He is only one step away from the Hundred Shackle Realm."

"That's right." Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

Yan Wushen said: "But, you keep fighting the first shackles and cannot enter the Hundred Shackles Realm."

A wise light appeared in Zhang Ruochen's eyes and said, "It seems that Brother Wushen has encountered the same problem as me."

Just as Zhang Ruochen guessed, it was not that Yan Wushen saw through him, but because both of them encountered the same difficulties.

Yan Wushen nodded and said, "You have the body of a demigod. In the immortal realm, your combat power is far superior to that of the great saints in the same realm, and you can even defeat the strongest people at the peak of the Hundred Shackle Realm."

"But even the body of the demigod has a hundred shackles. Moreover, these hundred shackles are much stronger than other great sages and have greater shackles."

"In this way, the body of the demigod has become an obstacle and trouble. It is more difficult for you to break every shackle than other great saints. They are shackles that bind the demigods and have exceeded the range that your realm can break."

Zhang Ruochen said: "But, as long as you break these hundred shackles and reach the Great Perfection of the Hundred Shackles, the body of the demigod will no longer be bound. With the body of the demigod, even if you cannot be invincible under the divine realm, you can enter the top-level sequence."

Yan Wushen said: "Drinking twelve flowers can make it easier for us to break the shackles. Do you think this is a big benefit?"

"So that's it. It seems that I want to thank Brother Wu Shen for his hospitality today. I will definitely invite you to have a drink in the future."

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen said: "I have drunk the wine, so I should also talk about the main things. Where is Kunlun? Where is he?"

Yan Wushen stared at Zhang Ruochen with his eyes and said, "You want to take him away?"

"Of course." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen said: "I have accepted him as a disciple. He will not be wronged in the Yan clan. Don't worry, I am different from Xiuchen Tianshen."

"But, he does not belong to the Yama clan." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen paused for a while, and then said in a meaningful tone: "Do you think it is really a good thing to bring him back to you? All the gods in the Hell Realm know that you were forced to enter the Hell Realm for Chi Kongle and Chi Kunlun."

"Chi Kongle has been rescued. If Chi Kunlun returns to you, what is the point of staying in the Hell Realm? In the Hell Realm, what else can you restrain you?"

"Would a Yuanhui-level genius like you who may defect at any time be directly erased in the cradle or focus on cultivation?"

"If I were a god in the Hell Realm, I would definitely be the first to support me. I will kill you now to prevent future troubles."

Zhang Ruochen remained silent and deduced all this in his heart.

It seems like an invitation, but the two are competing everywhere, from their mental strength, physical fitness, and psychological perspective.

The first step from Zhang Ruochen entering the hall was to fall into a disadvantage.

The initiative has always been in the hands of Yan Wushen.

This is impossible. Whether it is the Hell Realm or this temple, it is Yan Wushen's home court. What's more, Yan Wushen also has the winning card "Chi Kunlun".

From the beginning, the battle was unfair.

Yan Wushen said: "It is safer for Chi Kunlun to stay here with me than in any place in the Hell Realm. You can't provide the cultivation resources he can enjoy when he stays in the Yama clan, and the Xuejue family can't provide them, including the Queen Chi Yao in the Kunlun Realm, either! I know that you don't lack divine stones, but you can't buy many cultivation resources."

Zhang Ruochen looked up at the top, stretched out his hand and pointed it out, "There are gods three feet above your head. Aren't you afraid that the words just now will be heard by the gods in the hell world?"

"In this temple of no god, all the secrets of heaven are cut off. God will not know anything." Yan Wushen said.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Since that's the case, say goodbye."

“Let’s wait.”

Yan Wushen gently tapped the table, called him, pointed at the pottery wine pot, and said, "Why are you in a hurry to leave after just one drink? If you want to drink, you have to drink it for as much as possible."

Zhang Ruochen had a unyielding personality and sat back again and said, "Well! Since Brother Wushen wants to drink it happily, today, I will sacrifice my life to accompany you, and I will drink a lot of drinks."

Just drinking is a battle that will kill people.

Twelve flowers bloom, and every one of them kills people.

Yan Wushen laughed loudly, poured him and Zhang Ruochen a cup each, and said, "I said before that the various banquets and activities before the Sky Hunting Banquet were too boring and meaningless. However, I still invited you and broke the example of the Yan clan. Do you know what the reason?"

"I wish to hear it carefully." Zhang Ruochen said.

Yan Wushen's expression became serious and he said, "Because intuition tells me that you, Zhang Ruochen, is the only threat of the Yama clan during this great sky hunting banquet. You might as well tell you that I want to explore your bottom. But until just now, I can't see through you."

"Brother Wushen is joking? The Yama clan is intimidating the world of hell. Every time, it is the number one at the heavenly hunting banquet. I, Zhang Ruochen, can become a threat to the Yama clan? The underworld clan, the dead clan, the Shura clan, and the ghost clan, are the strong enemies you Yama clan and should be wary of." Zhang Ruochen said calmly.

At the same time, he picked up the pottery cup and sipped it.
Chapter completed!