Chapter 387 My senior brother is super awesome!

The drunkard was half lying on the ground, unkempt, with a look of detachment from the world like an immortal cultivator.

All the monks in the hall held their breath and looked at this scene with horror.

That drunkard is really brave!

You have to know that he is the Blood-Clothed Sword God, the legendary... terrifying and powerful man who loves to kill entire families.

Could it be that he really has someone to rely on?

Qi Yuan looked at Jiufuzi with a puzzled look on his face: "Courage, can you sing it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yuan pointed a finger at the drunkard.

The cultivators present were startled. Are they going to fight? Is the Blood-Robed Sword God testing them? Many cultivators present retreated, and some even fled in a flash, fearing that they would be implicated.

Qi Yuan held his junior sister Jiang Lingsu with one hand, and pressed a finger towards the wine master casually and gently.

The wine master was still half lying down, looking at Qi Yuan's fingers, with a leisurely expression: "Young people still can't change their bad habits. The body and soul are just external objects. The Yin God is the strongest and lies in the divine realm. Who still practices boxing these days?"

The wine master smiled contemptuously, and the powerful divine domain swept across at this moment.

He was prepared to teach this ignorant young man a lesson.

He has met too many people like this.

After a sudden breakthrough and rapid rise, he thought he was the protagonist of this world and had no idea of ​​how high the sky was and how deep the earth was.

Little did they know that there is always someone better than you! The divine domain suddenly opened up, and a wine gourd appeared out of thin air.

Fairy air lingered, purple and green gas boiled, a river of wine fell from the sky and disappeared into the dust.

It is like the sound of the great road, and also like a fairyland or an immortal object.

"This pot of wine of mine can annihilate Helanzhou!" The wine master laughed, "Young man, I will teach you the first lesson of entering the ranks of the strong!"

The divine domain suddenly spread and diffused.

The drunkard was still half lying down, but his body seemed to be high above, with an awe-inspiring look.

"The divine realm is the foundation of life. I will take your finger!"

The divine domain suddenly rushed towards Qi Yuan and covered Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan's expression did not change. He looked down at Jiang Lingsu beside him and said calmly, "Junior sister, this is how you press an ant to death."

His hand reached forward.

Straight through the Jiu River.

The powerful divine domain seemed defenseless, allowing his fingers to penetrate.

The wine master was stunned, his eyes narrowed: "There are some tricks, which are to refine the divine domain in the body, but... that's all!"

"Look, my divine domain is 60% open!"

"Not bad, young man, you have some skills, but I haven't used my full strength yet!"

"Give me 70%...100%!"

"Ah... something's wrong, something's wrong with you!"

The drunkard kept talking, and his expression changed from previous contempt to current horror.

Because, that finger seemed to be untouched by anything.

His powerful divine domain easily trapped the Great Venerable, but it could not hurt that finger at all.

That finger seemed to be the only one in the world.

It is the finger of God that wipes out all living beings!

At this moment, the drunkard suddenly felt like an ant, facing the fingers of humans! He had no way to resist, and no ability to resist.

He was really panicked.

"It's a misunderstanding, you can't kill me!"

"Without me, you will surely die and won't survive the next catastrophe!"

At this moment, he stopped pretending.

He laid his cards on the table.

He has support and confidence, and the Blood-Clothed Sword God dare not kill him.

Unfortunately, Qi Yuan didn't hear his voice or his call at all.

A finger fell, as if it was the only one in the world, the only one in all realms.

The divine realm was directly shattered, and the drunkard's body and soul were also torn into pieces at this moment.

A contemptuous voice sounded in the wine master's ears.

"The biggest difference between you and an ant is that when I crush an ant to death, it doesn't make a sound, but you do."

This was the last voice that Jiufuzi heard in his heart.

His body was shattered, his soul dead.

He never understood until his death why Qi Yuan was so strong, and why... he just killed him? Shouldn't he ask who was behind him and what did he rely on?

Unfortunately, he could only die with regret.

All the practitioners on the field were breathing rapidly at this moment, with shock in their eyes.

Just now, they actually saw a battle between gods! It was not as grand and magnificent as expected, and there was not even a street explosion of Yuandan cultivators or a room explosion of foundation-building cultivators.

One finger, kill a powerful enemy.

The monks present were trembling.

They clearly felt that the finger was ordinary.

Instead, it was the Drunken Master's divine domain that made them feel invincible, and they could even really destroy Helan Continent.

But just like that... he died at the hands of the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

It can be seen that the Blood-robed Sword God is the real God! Jiang Lingsu blinked his eyes, feeling a little happy in his heart.

In fact, she had already had some guesses about the identity of the eldest senior brother.

However, she did not take the initiative to point it out.

If the eldest senior brother doesn’t say anything, then... she will pretend not to know.

After all, she was a little scared.

If the eldest senior brother is really as powerful as the Blood-Clothed Sword God, would he still recognize her as his junior sister?

Now, the eldest senior brother took the initiative to expose himself in front of her and held her to kill the powerful enemy, which showed his trust in her.

Her heartbeat was very fast, and even through her...well, big breasts, I could still hear it clearly.

However, she still said softly: "Big Brother, why don't you listen to him finish his words? Maybe there really is a powerful person behind him?"

Jiang Lingsu heard the drunkard's final cry.

She was a little worried about Qi Yuan.

It was obvious at first glance that the drunkard had a prominent background.

Qi Yuan smiled and said, "Before the ant died, he said that there would be more ants to avenge him. Do you think I care?"

Qi Yuan didn't bother to care about the drunkard at all.

He's just a clown, just kill him.

Jiang Lingsu listened, a bright smile appeared in her eyes: "Big Brother... is too strong!"

"I am quite strong, but alas... I am also very poor." Qi Yuan's eyes fell on the pale-faced Wang Yunteng, "1.05 billion spirit stones, take them out!"

Qiong Yunting trembled and dared not move at all.

She would never believe it even if she was beaten to death. The person she looked down upon was actually the legendary Blood-Clothed Sword God.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God who easily destroyed the Palace of Light and killed Yin Gods like killing dogs.

Even the Feng family, the number one family in Yuntian City, was wiped out by him.

“I was deceived by this beast. I thought he was really a good friend of Senior Sword God, so I…” The arrogant Divine Infant True Lord knelt down at this moment.

Qiong Yunting also knelt down quickly, as if begging for mercy from Qi Yuan.

She was really scared.

"Whether you know him or not, or whether you have been defrauded by him, has nothing to do with me. I came here today to borrow money!" Qi Yuan said softly.

The sound was heard by all the monks in the hall, shocking their minds.

Wang Yunteng said quickly: "Please give me some time, Senior. I will definitely give you 1.05 billion spirit stones!"

At this moment, the only way to save your life is to abandon your property.

Given the character of the Blood-Clothed Sword God, he did not wipe out the entire family but asked them to hand over spirit stones. They also felt fortunate.

Qi Yuan nodded and looked at the two of them with a calm expression: "You two are a perfect match, you must lock me up, and never break up."

Everyone present was a little confused, and always felt that Qi Yuan’s words were weird.

When Wang Yunteng heard this, he was stunned for a moment. Then, he took out a magic weapon from his storage bag, which was a lock.

He immediately locked himself and Qiong Yunting together.

"Don't worry, senior. The key is lost and it's locked."

When Qi Yuan saw this, he was a little stunned.

The people in the world of immortal cultivation are quite good at putting on a show.

It's really locked.

"Also, remember to clean your earwax, otherwise it will be bad for your ears!" Qi Yuan kindly reminded again.

At this time, Qiong Yunting no longer felt ashamed and angry as before, but said happily: "Take it out immediately, take it out right now!"

Doesn't the Blood-Clothed Sword God mean that he won't kill her?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

At this moment, suddenly, a regretful voice suddenly sounded.

"You shouldn't have killed the drunkard."

Everyone looked over immediately and saw a woman in yellow walking towards the gate.

She has a graceful figure and beautiful curves.

But what attracted the most attention was her face.

Rather than calling it a face, it would be more accurate to call it a piece of drawing paper, a piece of drawing paper with a face drawn on it but without the facial features.

When the monks present saw this woman, they felt a chill in their hearts and looked fearful and daunted.

"Painter, it's you!" Jiang Lingsu was also surprised.

Because the woman in front of her was the strange painter she recommended to her senior brother.

Now looking at the situation, it seems strange that the painter and the drunkard actually know each other.

Could it be...an enemy? Jiang Lingsu looked at the strange painter with fear in his eyes.

Although she knew the strange painter, she still knew the seriousness of the matter.

Obviously, she has a good relationship with the eldest senior brother, so she has to form a united front with him to fight the enemy together.

She is not like some people who cannot figure out the relationship.

The strange painter glanced at Jiang Lingsu and said, "I didn't expect that after not seeing you for so many years, you would still have such an adventure. You are worthy of being..."

She didn't say the rest.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter with a calm expression: "You are the great painter recommended by my junior sister. Do you have time to help me draw a picture?"

Qi Yuan went straight to the point.

He came here to find a strange painter to paint for him.

The strange painter looked at Qi Yuan with a strange expression: "You should have understood what I said just now. I am acquainted with the wine master."

"Oh..." Qi Yuan's expression changed slightly, "Why, you want to avenge him?"

The strange painter shook his head and said, "I have nothing to do with them anymore.

I just think that what you should consider now is not to ask me to draw for you, but to run away, because you killed the drunkard and got yourself into trouble. "

"Oh?" Qi Yuan became interested. "What's the trouble?"

At this time, the strange painter waved his hand and drew a door here.

"This is a secret that cannot be disclosed. Why don't you come to my place and tell me about it?"

After the strange painter finished speaking, her body entered the door she had drawn and disappeared.

Jiang Lingsu looked at Qi Yuan with a hint of worry in her eyes.

If I had known, I would not have brought my senior brother to see this strange painter.

This strange painter looks very unusual.

"Come on, Junior Sister, let's go and take a look together."

The right eyebrow did not twitch, and Qi Yuan's hand naturally wrapped around Jiang Lingsu's slender waist, pulling her whole body close to him.

Jiang Lingsu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She did not resist and felt a little happy in her heart.

The eldest senior brother even brought her along to discuss this matter.

Then Qi Yuan hugged Jiang Lingsu and entered the door.

The door also disappeared as Qi Yuan entered, leaving behind a group of shocked and frightened guests.

What happened today was so shocking.

It’s more than all the major events that have happened in my life combined.

At the same time, Qi Yuan fell from the air holding Jiang Lingsu.

Jiang Lingsu also broke away from Qi Yuan's arms, her face blushing and her heart beating fast.

She looked around with curiosity in her eyes.

All I saw here was a vast expanse of white.

Looking around, there are drawing papers everywhere.

These drawing papers are either hung on racks or suspended in the air.

In the middle is a place for drying drawing paper, and around it are rivers of various colors, including black, red, green, and even white, as well as colors invisible to the human eye. The rivers are like paint.

At this time, the strange painter was sitting on a small stool in front of a white river, seemingly painting.

"You guys are here?"

The strange painter's voice was flat.

Qi Yuan took Jiang Lingsu over and said, "Now you can tell me. I want to see how many ants there are."

The ants naturally refer to the drunkard, his fellow drinkers, and even the people behind him.

In response to Qi Yuan's description, the strange painter drew a frown on his faceless paper: "You have always taken it as your mission to resist the catastrophe. You should understand that as long as your name is on the mythical monument, it will be a reward."

Qi Yuan nodded: "Yes."

As long as you step into the mythological realm, you will appear on the mythological monument, and then be harvested by the catastrophe and become nourishment.

“The Great Tribulation only reaps myths, so, for us, as long as we don’t break through and enter myth, we… won’t be reaped.

However, Dajie is not that rigid, and will even focus on some talented pigs.

After those pigs enter the realm of Yin God, they will encounter many adventures and their strength will grow rapidly. Even if you want to suppress them, there is no way. In the end, they will even inexplicably enter the realm of myth and become a source of merit. "

The strange painter said, looking at Qi Yuan a little more.

In her opinion, the Blood-Clothed Sword God was the pig raised by the great calamity.

"There have been many pigs like this throughout history.

They all felt that they were gifted, favored by heaven, and were destined to be the protagonists, capable of resisting the catastrophe.

Little do they know that, in fact, they are just the king of all the pigs raised by the robbery, and once they become fat, they will be sent to the butcher. "

The strange painter said lightly.

Jiang Lingsu seemed to understand something as well.

She was somewhat worried about Qi Yuan.

But she knew that her strength was low and her knowledge was naturally limited, so she should just keep silent at this time and not make random remarks to cause trouble for the senior brother.

"Interesting, the rebels are all pigs, what about you?" Qi Yuan chuckled.

In fact, he had long realized that the Drunken Master and this painter were different from ordinary great masters.

"We...are the fleeing pigs."

There was a look of loss in the strange painter's eyes.

"Once upon a time, we were just like you, full of energy and thought we were the protagonists of the world.

It was not until later that we witnessed the horror of the catastrophe and how deep the water was, and we became somewhat desperate.

Because we can't even suppress our own realm, which keeps rising like crazy, heading towards mythical realm!"

Having said this, the strange painter painted a mocking expression on his face.

"If we can't even control our own realm, how can we resist the catastrophe? Fortunately, we met a noble person, her name is Yunu, she passed down a spell that can make us become another kind of legend."

The strange painter spoke, his voice was bleak.

Alternative myths will not be recorded on the mythology monument, nor will they be harvested by catastrophes.

(End of this chapter)