MTL - The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?-Chapter 388 My senior brother is super, super awesome!

Chapter 388 My senior brother is super, super powerful!

The drunkard was half lying on the ground, looking unkempt, with the aloofness of a cultivator in his eyes.

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

That drunkard is so courageous!

You must know that he is the Blood-clothed Sword God. According to legend... he is a terrifying and powerful man who loves to destroy everyone.

  Could it be said that he really has something to rely on?

Qi Yuan looked at the wine master with a puzzled look on his face: "Could it be that you can also sing "Courage"?"

After finishing speaking, Qi Yuan stretched out a finger directly towards the wine master.

The immortal cultivators present looked stern, were they about to start a fight?

  Is the Blood-clothed Sword God testing you?

Many monks present stepped back one after another, and some fled directly for fear of harming Chiyu.

Qi Yuan held his junior sister Jiang Lingsu with one arm, and pressed one finger gently towards Jiu Fuzi at will.

 At this moment, he stopped pretending.

 The Divine Realm suddenly rushed towards Qi Yuan, covering Qi Yuan.

 His hand reached forward.

 The powerful divine realm seemed to be undefended, allowing his fingers to penetrate.

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

 The wine master was still half-lying, but his body seemed to be high and majestic.

 “Look at the 60% opening of my divine realm!”

It's a pity that Qi Yuan didn't hear his voice or his call at all.

 Because, that finger seems to be immune to all things.

Jiu Fuzi was still half-lying, looking at Qi Yuan's fingers with a leisurely expression: "Young people still can't change their bad habits. Their bodies and souls are nothing more than external objects. The Yin Shen is the strongest in the realm of gods. Who is still boxing these days?"

 “Give me 70%…100%!”

 He showed his cards.

His powerful divine realm easily trapped the Great Master, but it was unable to hurt the finger at all.

As everyone knows, there is heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the world!

 The divine realm suddenly expanded, and a wine gourd appeared out of thin air.

 Straight across the Jiu River.

 His body was broken and his soul was extinct.

“That’s right, the young man has some skills, but I haven’t done my best yet!”

 The divine realm suddenly spread and spread.

 He has support and confidence, and the **** sword **** dare not kill him.

At this time, the drunkard suddenly felt like an ant facing the pressing fingers of humans!

 He was unable to resist at all and had no ability to resist.

 He was really panicked.

It is like the sound of the great road, and it is also like the fairyland and fairy creatures.

This is the last voice heard in the wine master's heart.

Qi Yuan's expression did not change. He lowered his head and glanced at Jiang Lingsu beside him, with an indifferent expression: "Junior sister, this is how ants are pressed to death."

 “Ah…something’s wrong, something’s wrong with you!”

 “It’s a misunderstanding, you can’t kill me!”

 “Without me, you will definitely die and will not survive the next catastrophe!”

The fairy spirit lingers, the purple and green air boils, and a river of wine falls from the sky, disappearing into the dust and smoke.

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

"This pot of wine of mine can annihilate Helanzhou!" The wine master laughed, "Young man, I will teach you this, this is the first lesson to become a strong man!"

 One finger falls, as if it is the only one in heaven and earth, the only one in all realms.

“The divine realm is the foundation of one’s life. I’ll take this finger off you!”

The wine master kept talking, and his expression changed from contempt before to fear now.

The wine master was stunned, and his eyes narrowed: "There are some ways to refine the divine realm on the body, but... that's all!"

 The divine realm was directly shattered, and Jiu Fuzi’s body and soul were also severed at this moment.

 Jiu Fuzi smiled scornfully, and the powerful divine realm swept across at this moment.

 He was ready to give this ignorant boy an education.

 He has met too many such people.

 A contemptuous voice sounded in the ears of the drunkard.

Sudden breakthrough and rapid rise, I thought I was the protagonist of this world, and I didn’t know how high the sky was.

“The biggest difference between you and the ant is that when I press the ant to death, it won’t scream, but you will.”

Even until his death, he didn't understand why Qi Yuan was so strong, and why... he killed him directly?

 You shouldn’t ask, who is behind him and what does he rely on?

 It’s a pity that he could only die with regret.

 All the cultivators on the field were breathing rapidly at this moment, and their eyes were full of shock.

Just now, they actually saw a divine battle!

It was not as spectacular as expected, not even the street explosions of the Yuan Dan monks and the house explosions of the Foundation Establishment monks.

 One finger to kill a powerful enemy.

 The monks present were trembling.

They clearly felt that the finger was ordinary.

On the contrary, it was Jiu Fuzi's divine realm that gave them a sense of invincibility, and could even really destroy Helanzhou.

 But just like that... he died at the hands of the **** sword god.

It can be seen that the Blood-clothed Sword God is the real one!

Jiang Lingsu blinked her eyes, feeling somewhat pleased in her heart.

 As for the identity of her senior brother, she had already had some guesses.

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

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

 After all, she was a little scared.

Senior brother is really as powerful as the Blood-clothed Sword God, do you still recognize her as your junior sister?

Now, the senior brother took the initiative to expose himself in front of her and held her in his arms to kill powerful enemies. This was a sign of his trust in her.

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

However, she still said softly: "Elder brother, why don't you listen to what he has to say? Maybe there is really someone strong behind him?"

Jiu Fuzi’s last cry was heard by Jiang Lingsu.

 She was a little worried about Qi Yuan.

The drunkard seems to have a good background at first glance.

Qi Yuan smiled: "Ant said before he died that more ants would avenge him. Do you think I would care?"

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

 It's just a clown, if you kill him, you'll kill him.

As Jiang Lingsu listened, a bright smile appeared in her eyes: "Elder brother... you are so strong!"

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

Qiong Yunting was trembling and didn't dare to move at all.

Even if I beat him to death, she wouldn't believe it. The person she looked down on was actually the legendary sword **** in blood.

The bloody-robed sword **** who easily destroyed the Palace of Light and killed the Yin God like a dog.

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

“Junior was deceived by this. I thought he was really good friends with Senior Sword God, so...” The arrogant True Lord Divine Infant knelt down at this moment.

Qiong Yunting also knelt down quickly, seeming to beg Qi Yuan for mercy.

 She was really scared.

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

Falled in the ears of all the monks in the hall, shocking their hearts.

Wang Yunteng said quickly: "Please give me some time, senior, and I will definitely give you 1.05 billion spiritual stones!"

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

Given the character of the bloody-robed sword god, he did not exterminate the family, but asked them to hand over the spirit stones. They also felt lucky.

Qi Yuan nodded and looked at the two of them with a calm expression: "You two are a perfect match. You must stay locked up with me and never break up." Everyone present was a little confused and always felt that Qi Yuan's words were strange.

Wang Yunteng looked slightly stunned when he heard this. Immediately, he took out a magic weapon from his storage bag, which was a lock.

 He immediately locked him and Qiong Yunting together with a lock.

“Senior, don’t worry, the key has been lost and locked.”

 Qi Yuan was a little stunned when he saw this.

This person in the world of immortality is also quite effective in performing arts.

 It’s really locked up.

“Also, remember to remove earwax, otherwise your ears will be bad!” Qi Yuan reminded kindly again.

At this time, Qiong Yunting lost the shame and anger before, and said with great joy: "Put it out now, dig it out now!"

Didn’t the blood-clothed sword **** mean not to kill her?

At this moment, suddenly, a voice of regret suddenly sounded.

 “You shouldn’t have killed the drunkard.”

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

Have a graceful figure and graceful curves.

 But what attracted the most attention was her face.

  It is not so much a face as it is a piece of drawing paper, a piece of drawing paper with a face drawn but no facial features.

 Seeing this woman, the monks present felt a chill in their hearts, and they all had expressions of fear and apprehension.

“Painter, it’s you!” Jiang Lingsu was also surprised.

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

Looking at the situation now, it's strange that the painter and the drunkard still know each other.

 Could you say...enemy?

Jiang Lingsu looked at the strange painter and immediately felt fear in his eyes.

Although she knew the strange painter, she still understood the importance.

 Obviously, she has a good relationship with her senior brother, so she must unite with him to fight against the enemy.

 She doesn't have clear relationships with certain people.

The strange painter glanced at Jiang Lingsu: "I didn't expect that you would have such an adventure after not seeing me for so many years. It is indeed..."

 She did not say the next words.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter with a calm expression: "You are the very powerful painter recommended by my junior sister. If you have time, help me paint a painting."

 Qi Yuan gets straight to the point.

 He came here to find a strange painter to paint.

The strange painter looked at Qi Yuan with a strange expression: "You should have understood what I just said. I know Master Jiu."

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

 The strange painter shook his head: "I have nothing to do with them.

I just think that what you are thinking about now is not to ask me to draw, but to run away, because you killed the drunkard and got 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.

“It is a matter of great importance and must not be revealed. Why don’t you come to my residence and explain it to me?”

After the strange painter finished speaking, her body slipped into the door she painted and disappeared.

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

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

This strange painter looks very unusual.

 “Let’s go, junior sister, let’s go over and take a look together.”

Without twitching his right brow, Qi Yuan put his hands around Jiang Lingsu's slender waist, bringing her whole body closer to him.

 Jiang Lingsu's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, she didn't resist, and she felt a little happy in her heart.

Elder brother took her with him when discussing this kind of thing.

They saw Qi Yuan hugging Jiang Lingsu and entering the door.

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

 What happened today is so shocking.

 Simply more than all the major events that have happened in this life combined.

 At the same time, Qi Yuan fell from the air with Jiang Lingsu in his arms.

 Jiang Lingsu also left Qi Yuan's arms, blushing a little and heartbeating.

 She looked around with a curious look 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 shelves or suspended in the air.

 In the middle is a place for drying drawing paper, surrounded by rivers of various colors, including black, red, green and other colors, 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, as if he was painting.

 “Are you here?”

The strange painter’s voice is flat.

 Qi Yuan took Jiang Lingsu over: "You can talk now, I want to see how many ants there are."

Ant naturally refers to the drunkard, his colleagues, and even the people behind him.

Regarding Qi Yuan's description, the strange painter painted a frown on his faceless drawing paper: "Your Excellency has always taken it as your duty to resist the great catastrophe. You should understand that as long as your name is on the mythical monument, it will be a source of wealth."

 Qi Yuan nodded: "Yes."

As long as you step into the mythical realm, you will appear on the mythical monument, and then be harvested by the great tribulation and become treasure.

“The Great Tribulation only harvests myths, so for us, as long as we don’t break through and enter myths, we will not be harvested.

 However, the Great Tribulation is not that rigid, and will even focus on some talented pigs.

After those pigs step into the realm of Yinshen, they will have many adventures, and their strength will increase rapidly. Even if they want to suppress them, there is nothing they can do. In the end, they will even step into the realm of myths inexplicably and become resources. "

The strange painter said and looked at Qi Yuan more.

 In her opinion, the Blood-clothed Sword God is the pig raised by the Great Tribulation.

“There have been many such pigs throughout the ages.

They all feel that they are talented and favored by heaven, and they are the protagonists of destiny, and they are enough to resist the catastrophe.

As everyone knows, in fact, they are just the king of pigs among all the pigs raised in the Great Tribulation. Once it becomes fat, it is sent to the butcher. "

The strange painter said calmly.

 Jiang Lingsu seemed to understand something.

 She was a little worried about Qi Yuan.

But she knew that her strength was low and her knowledge was naturally short. At this time, it was better to keep silent and not make any random remarks to cause trouble to her senior brother.

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

 In fact, he had already noticed that the wine master and this painter were different from ordinary great masters.

 “We…are pigs that run away.”

The strange painter has a look of despair in his eyes.

“Once upon a time, we were as high-spirited as you, thinking that we were the protagonists in the world.

 It was not until later that we saw the horror of the catastrophe and how deep the water was, and we became a little desperate.

 Because, we can’t even suppress our own realm, our realm continues to skyrocket, and we are stepping towards the myth! "

 Speaking of this, the strange painter painted a mocking look on his face.

“If you can’t even control your own state, how can you resist the catastrophe?

 Fortunately, we met a noble person named Jade Girl. She passed down a magic method that can make us become another kind of myth. "

The strange painter spoke in a low voice.

 Alternative myths will not leave their names on the myth monument, nor will they be harvested by the catastrophe.

 (End of this chapter)