Second senior brother Ren Xiaoyao's eyes lit up instantly, and he couldn't wait to reach out and suck.
The Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd whooshed out of Ye Chen's palm and fell into his hand.
Ren Xiaoyao skillfully pulled out the cork, and a rich and intoxicating aroma of wine exploded instantly, breaking away the thousand-year-old depression in this dead space.
"Wow! That's the familiar smell!"
Ren Xiaoyao narrowed his eyes slightly and took a deep breath of the wine with an intoxicated look on his face.
"Gudong! Gudong!"
He couldn't wait to raise his head and take two big gulps.
The sweet wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and soaked the front of his shirt, but he was completely unaware.
His face was full of intoxication and satisfaction, as if his whole soul was sublimating.
“Haha…so cool!”
Ren Xiaoyao let out a long sigh, his voice filled with a refreshing roar.
"Little Junior Brother, you still understand me!"
He wiped his mouth, tilted his head back, and was about to take two more bites to satisfy his craving.
"Um?"
The unfriendly gaze of the eldest senior brother Baili Hong was like two sharp swords, instantly piercing Ren Xiaoyao's body.
Third Senior Sister Nangong Zhuxuan and Fourth Senior Sister Tao Shasha also turned their heads at the same time, with a hint of kind murderous intent in their beautiful eyes.
Ren Xiaoyao's movement of holding the gourd suddenly froze, and he instantly felt the threat from three gazes.
He smiled bitterly, and his desire to survive was instantly aroused.
"Haha, good wine, really good wine!"
He wiped the corner of his mouth hurriedly and handed the Drunken Moon Gourd to Baili Hong with a painful look on his face.
"Um...Big Brother, have a bite too."
"Humph, you're a bit sensible."
Baili Hong snorted coldly, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. With a casual move of his hand, the Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd turned into a stream of light and flew into his hand.
He tilted his head back and took a big gulp. The rich and powerful alcohol burned through his throat and into his stomach, causing all the pores in his body to open up.
Baili Hong couldn't help showing a hint of enjoyment on his calm face, and nodded slowly.
"Haha, that's awesome! Junior Sister, you guys should have a few too!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his wrist and the Drunken Moon Immortal Gourd flew lightly towards the third senior sister Nangong Zhuxuan.
Third Senior Sister Nangong Zhuxuan and Fourth Senior Sister Tao Shasha just opened their red lips slightly, took a sip, and felt the pleasure and relaxation brought by this long-lost wine.
Ye Chen's gaze fell on those figures who still had their eyes closed and were motionless like sculptures.
"Senior brothers and sisters, Master and the others..."
Ye Chen looked at the Immortal Emperor Wuji, Su Lao Mo and other Immortal Emperors who were still in deep sleep, and asked softly.
"They're fine."
The eldest senior brother Baili Hong stretched out his hand and took the Drunken Moon Gourd that was passed back to him, holding it in his hand again, and explained while drinking.
"In their efforts to suppress the Evil God's divine soul, they consumed too much energy, causing their souls to fall into a deep slumber. This was both a means of suppression and a form of self-protection."
"Once we completely destroy this evil god, they will naturally awaken."
After hearing this, Ye Chen finally let go of his worries and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately they are fine.
He looked at the figures of the Immortal Emperors emitting a vast aura, his heart filled with respect.
These predecessors have paid too much in this dark and gloomy place to protect the heavens and all worlds.
"Don't worry, senior brothers and sisters."
Ye Chen's gaze shifted away from the sleeping Immortal Emperors and fell on the black fog that exuded evil pressure.
His eyes became extremely firm at this moment.
"I believe this day won't be long."
The evil god is the supreme saint who has attained enlightenment.
If you want to completely erase its origin, you need to have at least the strength of the Primordial Saint.
"I will improve my strength as quickly as possible and completely destroy him!"
Ye Chen's voice was full of determination.
"Well, we believe in Junior Brother."
Fourth senior sister Tao Shasha looked at Ye Chen's resolute profile, her eyes full of doting.
Ye Chen withdrew his gaze, but a doubt emerged in his heart at this moment.
He glanced at the sleeping seniors, and then looked at the senior brothers and sisters in front of him who were chatting and laughing.
"By the way, Senior Brothers and Sisters, why are Master and the others in a deep sleep, but you can wake up?"
"Hey, Junior Brother, you finally got to the point."
Second Senior Brother Ren Xiaoyao seemed to have guessed that Ye Chen would ask this question. He lazily took another big sip of wine and burped.
"Because our origins are different from theirs."
"Your origin is also different from everyone else's."
Senior Brother Baili Hong nodded and added in a deep voice.
"no the same?"
Ye Chen was stunned when he heard this, and then frowned.
"Why didn't I notice?"
He looked inward carefully, but did not find anything special about his origin.
"hehe."
Third Senior Sister Nangong Zhuxuan chuckled, with a hint of shrewdness in her beautiful eyes.
"Then have you ever thought about why you can condense the original power that only the Immortal Emperor can condense during the Tribulation Crossing Stage?"
She asked back.
"this……"
Ye Chen was speechless for a moment.
Yes, he has always been proud of this, but he has never thought deeply about the reason.
This is totally unreasonable!
"So do we."
Fourth senior sister Tao Shasha took over the conversation and her expression became serious.
"Although we are not as monstrous as you, Junior Brother, the four of us also gathered our Origin Power before stepping into the Immortal Emperor realm."
"So, the fact that we can become Master's disciples may not be a coincidence at all."
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