After vomiting for so long, Feng Xiaoxun was still full of energy. He half-floated on the water, and almost burst out from his eyes looking at Di Shiyin: "Di Shiyin, I will kill you sooner or later! I will burn your Luojia Mountain and kill all your disciples of Zi Lian Sect--"

Di Shiyin looked at him leisurely, wearing a red wedding robe fluttering in the wind, and he was as light as a banished immortal: "That's what you have to do! Before that, you should save your life first. If you don't want all your muscles and veins to be wiped out, just soak in this cold spring for two more hours. Use the melting fire to transform the wine power. If you're well transported, you can add five hundred years of skill. If you don't transform well, you will be completely wiped out. Just drown here and don't come out again!"

He ignored Feng Xiaoxun and held Feng Qingyu's hand with his backhand: "Qingyu, let's go." He pulled her away.

Feng Xiaoxun: "..." He half-floated and half-sinked in the water, watching Di Shiyin and Feng Qingyu leave hand in hand, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He was so drunk that he was so drunk that after drinking the wine, he felt that the blood flow of the tendons and veins in his body was getting faster, which made him feel dizzy, but he didn't think much, but just thought it was a natural reaction of drinking too much.

At this moment, after being tossed by Di Shiyin for several times, the feeling of almost swelling and breaking the tendons was much lessened. His mind became much clearer, and he finally realized something was wrong with the wine-

After his demonic power was washed away, he naturally tried to improve his mind power and restore his past, and he was very eager for quick success and instant benefits.

He also accidentally heard the hamburger talk about the function of this wine, and he felt greedy in his heart, so he simply stole six jars in one breath, trying to raise his mind's power at once.

But unexpectedly, it had a counterproductive effect. If Di Shiyin hadn't happened to come over and saw him and had drunk him in time, maybe someone would have to help him collect his body by dawn. Even if he could save his life by chance, he would be beaten back to his original form by the wine and cultivate for another thousand or eight hundred years to gain a human body.

Although Feng Xiaoxun's mind power is only at the primary level of an immortal, he is a demon king and has a wide range of knowledge. At this moment, he is clear-headed and finally woke up.

Could it be that this brother was not feeling sorry for those jars of wine and deliberately tormenting him? Instead, he was saving him? The method he used was a little more radical...

He lowered his eyes slightly and checked his body. It seemed that there was a fire line rushing left and right in his tendons and veins. Staying in the water, he just solved the positive yang power of the fire line, making him feel much more comfortable.
Chapter completed!