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Chapter 19 The name of Huang Tian is in the eyes of the ancient witches!
Gulu gulu!

Unfortunately, Zhu Rong was so proud and boastful that none of the witch ancestors had the heart to pay any attention to him.

They were all concentrating on making the strange spiritual liquid in the stone bowls in their hands.

The special and strong aroma of the spiritual liquid made these rough guys addicted.

Over the long years, the spiritual liquids of heaven and earth, the supreme immortal juices that the ancient witches have drunk... are really far inferior to this Witch King Wine.

There is such a huge difference between them. There is no comparison at all!
At this time, even the only two female ancestor witches among the Twelve Ancestral Witches, Hou Tu and Xuan Ming.

They all widened their eyes and looked at the spiritual liquid in the bowl in their hands with surprise.

Bang! It took less than a breath.

A stone bowl fell heavily onto the huge stone table.

"Haha, cool! This tastes so good!"

"Witch King Wine, what a good name, it really pleases me. The taste of this wine is unparalleled!"

"Old Four, you bastard, such a rare and precious thing appeared in the tribe, but you have been eating it all by yourself!"

"You're really not considerate of me to share it with you brothers until today."

"Quick, fill my glass. I want to drink to my heart's content today. I won't leave until I'm drunk!"

Zhu Jiuyin, the second oldest among the ancient witches, spoke, his rough face full of excitement.

This strange and wonderful Witch King wine was exactly what he wanted.

The overbearing and fierce taste really made him linger in the aftertaste, and his blood began to boil.

"Old Four, there's also mine here, hurry up and fill it up!"

The other witch ancestors also shouted loudly, and the huge sound was as loud as thunder.

Even the boss Di Jiang looked surprised.

This spiritual liquid called Witch King Wine is truly extraordinary!

After drinking a bowl of it, even Di Jiang liked the wonderful and strong taste.

All of a sudden he was intoxicated by this peerless wine.

"Witch King Wine, brewed by our witch tribe."

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful!" Di Jiang couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

The person who brewed this kind of peerless wine must be so damn talented!
In Pangu Temple, Zhurong was full of vigor and ambition, and was extremely proud.

The reactions of his brothers and sisters at this moment were all within his expectations.

I remember how I first tasted this Witch King Wine by accident.

Aren't you also shocked?

Afterwards, Zhu Rong took great pains to plunder some of the stock.

"Haha, keep going brothers!" Zhu Rong laughed.

He continued to manipulate the small jar remotely, pouring wine for his fellow ancestor witch brothers.

Of course, this guy also kept an eye on it.

He didn't know when a large stone bowl appeared in front of his table.

The Witch King's wine spirit liquid poured in.

Gulu gulu!

In Pangu Temple, all the witch ancestors rolled up their sleeves and began to work hard.

However, a small jar, even if it is tens of thousands of feet in size, cannot withstand the massive amount of food from big guys like the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

In just a moment, the Witch King Wine in the jar was completely gone.

"No way, it's gone so soon?"

"I haven't tasted anything yet!"

"Old Four, you bastard, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and serve the wine!"

"Don't force your brother to attack you when he's at his happiest!"

Zhu Jiuyin, who was standing by, had a strong smell of alcohol coming out of his mouth, and his face was slightly red.
He stared at Zhu Rong with an extremely dissatisfied look and shouted.

"Second brother is right. If fifth brother doesn't leave behind eight hundred and ten jars of such a fine wine, he will never be able to walk out of this hall in one piece today!" The other ancient witches also echoed.

Although it was just a jar of spiritual wine, it has completely captured the hearts of all the witch ancestors.

Even the two ancient witch sisters, Hou Tu and Xuan Ming, drank more than one bowl just now.

"Brothers, to be honest, I really have no stock left."

"This one in front of you is the last one."

Being stared at with vicious eyes by the ancient witches in Pangu Temple, Zhu Rong's originally high-spirited expression froze.

At this moment, he was secretly thinking that something was wrong!
The degree to which the witch ancestors liked the Witch King Wine was beyond Zhu Rong's expectations.

In order to drink this peerless spiritual wine again, it seems that they are planning to use violence against him.

"No, brothers, I really have no wine now."

"I saved this jar with great difficulty by living frugally."

Zhu Rong quickly stopped.

"Zhu Rong, you are such a reckless man, you are just using this small jar of wine to amuse us, it's really too much!"

Not far away, Gonggong also took advantage of the situation and went crazy.

At this moment, he had a dark face, his eyes were burning with anger, and in his heart he cursed Zhu Rong.

This hateful ruffian, such a delicious and unique jar of wine.

The other ancient witch brothers drank at least three or four bowls, but Gonggong only drank one bowl!
It’s the first bowl!
On the other hand, Zhu Rong shamelessly placed two large bowls on the table and drank at least seven or eight bowls!

This bastard definitely did it on purpose!

In the Pangu Temple, a jar of Witch King Wine was quickly consumed by all the witch ancestors.

At this moment, they all looked ferocious and stared at Zhu Rong fiercely.

Such a wonderful and delicious treasure, just one jar is not enough.

With their ancestor witch's huge appetite, he would have to drink at least hundreds or thousands of bowls before he could feel a little better.

This little bit of wine is not even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth!

"Hey, brothers, wait a minute, let's talk it over, don't do anything!"

Seeing that his brothers were almost unable to hold back their anger, Zhu Rong also became a little anxious.

Although he and Gonggong are known as the two rough men of the Wu clan, they both have hot tempers and are extremely warlike.

But he also didn't want to be beaten by his fellow witch ancestors.

Therefore, Zhu Rong did not dare to delay any longer and quickly told what he now knew about the origin of the Witch King Wine.

"How come this peerless wine was not made by the people of my Wu tribe, but by an alien creature?"

When they heard Huang Tian's name, all the witch ancestors showed some surprise on their faces, but they were also very curious in their hearts.

Especially when they heard that this cultivator named Huang Tian had been living in a small tribe under the Zhurong Zuwu tribe for a long time, and had a very close relationship with the big men of the Wu clan.

Now, the witch ancestors became even more interested in this foreign creature.

"He is barely at the Celestial Immortal level, yet he is able to brew a peerless spiritual wine that has made us all so addicted."

"This alien creature named Huang Tian is really quite interesting."

"I would love to see it in person if I have the chance."

Zhu Jiuyin, who was ranked second among the ancestor witches, had a fiery light flashing in his eyes and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Second brother, please don't bother with this little matter. Since Huang Tian is from my Zhurong tribe, I'll go there myself."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong shuddered and kept shaking his head.

Are you kidding! This alien creature named Huang Tian is a super treasure.

Not only can it brew peerless spiritual wine such as Witch King Wine.

It is said that he has an amazing barbecue skill!

How could Zhu Rong be willing to give up such a wonderful person...

(End of this chapter)