Hong Huang: Killing millions of immortals with a sword, you call this a drunkard

It sounds like a long process, but it all happened in a flash.

By the time everyone reacted, Zhu Rong had already crashed to the ground.

The sound was so loud that countless creatures of the Wu clan couldn't help but grin inwardly, terrified.

Good guy!

If it were an ordinary witch clan, this sword would probably be enough to turn them into ashes.

The strength of this Drunken Sword Immortal is truly terrifying.

In the field, the ancient witches such as Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin did not show much worry.

Zhurong looked miserable and embarrassed.

However, they knew very well that with the physical body of the Ancestral Witch, Zhu Rong would not suffer any serious damage at all.

The hearts of the witch ancestors were filled with shock and astonishment.

With one sword from the Golden Immortal, even the Ancestral Witches were unable to defeat him?

Everyone was shocked to realize that they had underestimated Gu Changqing before.

At this moment, Zhu Rong, who was covered in dust and dirt, also stood up.

His whole body shook, and dust rose up in the air, but he himself was unharmed.

It can be seen how indestructible the body of the Ancestral Witch is.

Or, to put it another way, thick skin and tough flesh.

Zhu Rong strode quickly and returned to his original place in a few steps, standing next to the ancestor witches and Gu Changqing.

At that moment, countless creatures of the Wu Clan focused their attention.

As the ancestor of witches, Zhu Rong is usually arrogant.

But today he is suppressed by Gu Changqing so much, will he get angry and start another fight?

Who knew that it would happen under the watchful eyes of everyone.

At a certain moment, Zhu Rong laughed instead of getting angry.

"OK......"

"Daoist Changqing is indeed extremely powerful and has profound Dao skills."

"In this battle, I am convinced of my defeat!"

This scene stunned everyone and was totally unexpected.

But Zhu Rong's eyes were full of admiration, amazement, and even some joy.

Then, everyone suddenly realized.

This is the responsibility and frankness of being an ancestor witch.

If you lose, you lose.

No refutation at all.

In fact, having witnessed Gu Changqing's strength before, Zhu Rong no longer held back.

But even if he used all his strength, he was still unable to withstand Gu Changqing's astonishing heavy sword attack.

Zhurong dares to act and takes responsibility.

This competition was originally proposed by myself.

Even if you are not as skilled as others, you won't make excuses.

Therefore, instead of getting angry and embarrassed, he was completely impressed by Gu Changqing's powerful strength.

All of a sudden, Di Jiang and others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Haha, Brother Zhu Rong has always been like this. He only respects the truly strong!"

"I hope Fellow Daoist Changqing will not mind this."

Hou Tu chuckled and said this to smooth things over for the two of them.

Hearing Hou Tu's words, Gu Changqing looked nonchalant.

"Haha, Hou Tu Zu Wu's words are too serious."

"I heard that the Wu clan has inherited the essence and blood of the great god Pangu, and their bodies are unmatched in the world and indestructible."

"After seeing it today, it turns out that the reputation is well-deserved."

Gu Changqing had no hostility towards Zhu Rong.

On the contrary, seeing the latter being so frank and straightforward made him feel more favorable towards him.

Therefore, Gu Changqing's response was quite polite.

At this moment, Di Jiang, who was standing by, suddenly thought of something.

"Fellow Daoist Changqing, what you said before, the power of the Heavenly Dao that imprisoned us, is not worth mentioning."

"In that case...May I ask Daoist Changqing if there is a way to crack it?"

Before this, Di Jiang didn't care about Gu Changqing's words at all.

Now, after witnessing his astonishing strength, Di Jiang couldn't help but disbelieve it a little.

Perhaps, this seemingly drunken Gu Changqing really has the methods and means to break the shackles of heaven?

That's why Dijiang asked this question.

Hearing this, Gu Changqing was startled and shook the wine gourd in his hand meaningfully.

Then, he laughed and said:

"Hey hey...how hard is that?"

"But... uh... my wine is running low."

"Without wine, I have no strength..."

As he spoke, Gu Changqing looked listless.

Di Jiang and others were stunned.

Listen, is this human language?

Earlier, this kid had casually transformed a ten-thousand-foot-high divine peak into an extremely terrifying heavy sword with just his hands.

He also used this sword to suppress Zhu Rong.

Now you say you have no strength?

So, if you were allowed to drink to your heart's content, you would poke a big hole in the sky, right?

Everyone couldn't help but complain in their hearts.

But when they thought of this, the Twelve Ancestral Witches suddenly looked at each other.

Ok?

What he wanted was to let Gu Changqing take action, break through this so-called sky, and let the Wu clan regain their freedom, right?

At that moment, Di Jiang realized something, laughed loudly, and said:

"Haha, easy to say!"

"Listen to my orders, my fellow Wu people. Go to my Wu clan's treasure house and bring some fine wine to Daoist Fellow Changqing. Let Daoist Fellow Changqing drink as much as he wants."

At once, figures of the Wu Clan moved in response.

The Wu clan, as a race that inherited the essence and blood of Pangu, is so ancient that it is beyond comprehension.

Therefore, the heritage of this clan is naturally extremely profound.

In a short while, jar after jar of fine wine was brought to Gu Changqing.

Looking around, there are tens of thousands of jars.

And this is not the end.

Each jar is definitely not an ordinary product, at least reaching the level of top-grade immortal wine.

For a moment, the rich aroma of wine filled the witch clan.

Gu Changqing was overjoyed and his eyes lit up.

"The Wu clan actually has such fine wine?"

"Haha, in that case, I won't be polite."

Before he finished speaking, Gu Changqing had already impatiently picked up a jar of wine and started drinking it in big gulps.

Then, a strange scene emerged.

There was a dead silence in the huge witch clan.

The twelve ancestor witches, eight great witches, and countless witch creatures were all looking at Gu Changqing.

The latter, on the other hand, seemed to be alone and leisurely.

He swallowed jar after jar of fine wine in just a few gulps.

At the same time, he had already picked up the next jar of wine.

While drinking, you can feel relaxed and free.

In the end, all the members of the Wu Clan couldn't help but reveal expressions of pain.

"Damn it, this kid drank the amount I've been waiting for thousands of years."

"Huh... Those fine wines are rare treasures of my Wu clan. I may not be able to get a jar as a reward even if I wait for hundreds of years."

"But this Gu Changqing is simply a voracious drinker, squandering the gifts of nature."

The witch clan is different from the saintly tradition.

They act decisively and domineeringly, and they do not resist fine wines.

Even after every great victory over the demon clan, the witch clan would celebrate with great fanfare and drink fine wine.

Therefore, seeing Gu Changqing drinking like water today made me extremely distressed.

How can someone like him appreciate the aroma of fine wine?

Those fine wines were what the witch clan creatures dreamed of, but today they were "wasted" by Gu Changqing?

For a moment, everyone was somewhat skeptical of Gu Changqing. Was this guy coming here just to cheat for the wine?

But at this moment, Gu Changqing, who was devoted to drinking wine, finally made a different move.