Chapter 1523: The Immortal Wine

This pot of wine weighs hundreds of pounds, but after it fell down, it was eaten by black iron lumps, without a drop left.

When all the immortal wine disappeared, Zhang was afraid of scanning the big iron block with his divine consciousness, but he still had no reaction. As for the warmth that many masters of gods said, he couldn't feel it at all. He thought about it, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The so-called warmth must be just a weak wisdom that was completely careless and worked hard to touch the heart of God.

Seeing him smiling bitterly, the big man said, "How is it? I'm right, it's just a waste. Come and drink, ignore this iron lump."

At this time, Qingyin stopped the exercise and stood up. He heard this sentence. He asked: "What's wrong with the iron lump?" The big man said: "This guy wasted a pot of fairy wine, which was hundreds of pounds. He used it to feed the iron lump. Are you a little stupid?"

Qingyin smiled and said, "It's a little bit." Then she asked, "You still want to drink?" The big man replied, "No, why don't you drink? It's interesting to see you two have a hard time, drink some wine and meditate, is it interesting?"

Qingyin replied, "If our cultivation is the same as you, it will naturally be boring to do this, but if we have low cultivation, how can we increase our cultivation if we don't do this?" The big man said contemptuously: "You have planted fruits for many years. Even if you can't refine elixirs, you have always had the idea of ​​immortal wine? Haven't you increased your cultivation?"

Qingyin replied, "How is it so easy? You have to work hard to do everything, but you have to rely on the perfect cooperation of every herb. If I hadn't met him, how could I have the chance to drink such good wine?" Hearing this, the big man continued to contempt and said, "How stupid are you?" Qingyin replied, "I'm just stupid, what's the matter." As he said, he grabbed a glass of wine in front of him, tilted his neck to drink it, and after a long taste, he spoke: "The wine of Qiankechou is not as good as that he had exchanged for, let alone what I brewed." This sentence was a bit depressed. After all, he was not capable of being looked down upon, and he had always been incompetent and was looked down upon. No one could feel that it was better to replace it.

The big man interrupted, "Why are you so excited? No one bullies you. Now many people are preparing to bully him. He is not uncomfortable. How can you feel uncomfortable?" He persuaded Qingyin, and after saying this, he glanced at Zhang Seung. He saw Zhang Seung take out another pot of wine and poured it into the heart of God without hesitation.

The big man shouted anxiously, "What are you doing?" He sniffed his nose and swept his mind slightly. He spoke even more anxiously: "You are crazy, this is the Wannian Xian Wine, which has been stored for at least more than three thousand years."

Zhang Yan seemed to have not heard it, and he just poured wine. The heart of God is really capable. No matter what wine it pours or how much wine it pours, it is like a bottomless pit, and it only absorbs it, and there is no visible surface.

Soon a pot of fairy wine was poured out, and the heart of God never responded. As for what Feng Chen said about warmth, ghosts knew where it was.

At this time, the big man advised: "Are you crazy? Stop wasting something. Just now, you can already cause a fight. Don't be unsatisfied."

Hearing this, Zhang Yan looked back at the big man and thought about it and said, "The heart of gods can absorb the spirit of Yun Tianshen and also absorb the fairy wine. Since warming and nourishing requires effort and communication, I will communicate with him and give him enough spirit. Could it be that I will fail all the time?" After saying this, he covered the large iron block in front of him with his divine thoughts, and then continued to pour the fairy wine upwards. This time, two pots of wine were poured together.

The wine pot in the God Realm is huge, and it can hold at least 500 kilograms of wine, and two kilograms are a thousand kilograms. In order to prove that his guess is correct, Zhang even chose two pots of fairy wine of a long age. After falling down, and the two pots of wine that he had just poured, it finally made the heart of the god feel happy and tremble slightly.

Zhang was afraid that he would always use his divine thoughts to scan the iron blocks and noticed the slight beating of the God's heart. He was overjoyed and said to the big man: "It's moving."

The big man said, "I naturally know that it moves, but what can I do if it moves? Can drinking some wine save tens of thousands of years of warmth and nourishment?" Zhang Yan replied seriously, "It is very likely." At that time, he continued to scan the heart of God with his divine thoughts.

Perhaps because he swallowed several pots of fairy wine in succession, the spiritual intelligence in the big iron block finally began to move, trembling slightly, expressing his joy. Unfortunately, it was just a trembling and immediately turned back to a state of stillness. But that joy, the joy in the heart of God, has always been there and has not dissipated for a long time.

Zhang was afraid of scanning with his spiritual sense, so he knew these reactions clearly. He smiled and said to the big man: "There is a door."

The big man replied casually, "What door do you have?" After saying this, he immediately knew what the door Zhang Yan was talking about. The madman took out all the fairy wine he had exchanged. With a divine thought, all the wine pots flew to the sky automatically, and then he was aimed at the heart of the gods. Because there were too many fairy wines, there were more than a dozen pots of wine pouring in front, and more than a thousand pots of fairy wine were surrounding them.

Seeing this situation, the big man shouted, "Are you crazy? Don't make trouble with wine!"

Zhang was afraid that he would not stop, so he continued to scramble on the fairy wine and replied: "Do you want me to be chased all day long?"

The big man replied: "I don't want it, but what does it have to do with being hunted for you or being ruined by the immortal wine? What if the wine is ruined and you get nothing, or you are hunted for it?"

Zhang Yan pointed to the dark heart of God and said, "So far, even if I have not poured too much wine, it is enough to overwhelm it, but Heart of God has no response, and the fairy wine has disappeared. Can you tell me what's going on?"

The big man said angrily: "How do I know? Stop changing the topic, you are not allowed to waste wine!"

But he shouted fiercely, and did not take action to grab the fairy wine, but just shouted and stopped Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan said, "When I have so much wine, even if I waste it, I can't waste much. Let's try it. If the heart of God does not respond anymore, I will listen to you."

Maybe it was because the Heart of God understood what he said, maybe it was because he was sensible. After all the dozen pots of fairy wine in the sky were poured into the iron block, the huge black iron block suddenly made a crisp sound. With this crisp sound, even Qingyin could hear the joy in it. Zhang was afraid to scan with his divine thoughts and try to connect with the wisdom of the Heart of God. At this moment, he felt even more keen. He smiled and said, "It responded to me."

Hearing these five words, the big man let out a low moan, his divine thoughts swept through the wine bottle in the air, and he saw hundreds of bottles of wine flying out of the sky, flying straight to him and stopping. The big man said, "These are mine, you are not allowed to move."

Zhang was afraid to say yes with a smile, and his divine thoughts moved lightly. The countless immortal wines in the air were poured on the outer body of the heart of the gods one after another.

It is said that we should not waste so much spiritual wine in such impulse, but because God's heart has spiritual wisdom, he cannot make God's heart angry or sad, so he will be with him without fear of trouble.

It was just that the iron block was huge. I didn't know what to do with it, but I accidentally knew that this thing could eat fairy wine, and the absorption speed was many times faster than the spirit of absorbing Yuntianguan. So Zhang was moved.

Now he needs something to save his life, and now he also needs to hide his traces. No matter what point it is, it is always inconvenient to carry huge black iron blocks everywhere. Now, the process of absorbing immortal wine by the Heart of God may reduce the warming time as Feng Chen said, and it is much faster than absorbing the medicinal power of Yuntianguan. So he decided to try it.

After paying the price of several bottles of fairy wine in a row, I finally confirmed that this thing can grow quickly as if it were fairy wine. Moreover, when the heart of the god absorbed enough power, a divine consciousness flew out and entangled with Zhang Chou's divine thought, obviously accepting Zhang Chou's existence.

Seeing that the God's Heart reacted like this, Zhang Yan was finally sure that indoctrinating with fairy wine would likely save a lot of time and get the iron recognition in advance. He is even more concerned about pouring wine to the God's Heart.

While pouring wine, always use divine thoughts to scan and communicate with the heart of God. For example, use the soul to say endless nonsense. In short, you are trying your best to get closer and be recognized by the heart of God.

Time was like flowing water, and a day passed soon. The fairy wine was even more like flowing water. He poured all the wine bottles in the sky, and all the fairy wine was fed to the heart of God.

When he tried to mess with all the immortal wine, the big man sighed, "This guy is such a good treat. I have never drunk so much immortal wine in my life." Zhang was afraid that he would not reply, so he tried to communicate with the heart of God with his divine thoughts. His luck was pretty good, at least, the heart of God doesn't hate him and is willing to stay with him.

It is rare to be recognized by the God Heart, but unfortunately, there is no immortal wine, so Zhang is afraid that he has to stop moving.

At this time, the big man interrupted, "Don't be able to make me drink." Zhang Yan said helplessly, "I didn't plan." He was thinking about the changes in the heart of God. Seeing that all the immortal wine was ruined, he didn't know what changes would happen to the heart of God, how to refine it, and how much immortal wine would be needed to be made.

He was trying to make the heart of gods, but Qingyin didn't say anything. Seeing Zhang Yan lowering, Qingyin asked, "Can you try it with Lingjiu?" Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "It's not feasible." As he said that, he took out the bottle of Lingjiu and dripped it onto the black iron block. The wine flowed gently, and after several twists, it fell from the edge of the iron block.

Lingjiu couldn't do it, Qingyin sighed, "I can only wait for our fairy wine to be brewed successfully." After saying this, he sighed again, "Our fairy wine, alas." He sighed, and then kept silent, as if he was a little reluctant, but Zhang Yan could hear the encouragement and let him try it.

Of course, Zhang was afraid to try it. The main reason is that the effectiveness of fairy wine is much worse than that of fairy pills. Now he has countless fairy grass and fairy pills. With his family background, he is enough to refine countless fairy pills. There is no need to rely on fairy wine to increase his cultivation. And the most important thing is that he has used so much fairy wine and can't give up halfway.

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