Speaking of which, at the Peach Banquet, the guests were drunk because of the wine brewed by Haotian. After eating the Peach Banquet, Haotian announced that the Peach Banquet was officially over and sent the guests out of the heaven.

As for the dozens of jars of fine wine that Haotian placed in the lobby, they were given a share by powerful people in the corpse-killing realm and all saints.

As for the strong men below the corpse-killing realm, even if they like this thing, they are not qualified to get some. Only the three Sui Ren, who are Ren Ancestor, got a single one by one because of their close relationship with Haotian.

Therefore, all the human monks who came to the Heavenly Court looked at Suiren with their eyes lit up, but seeing that Suiren and the other three hid it like treasures, they probably wouldn't have the chance to get drinks from them.

At this time, the average corpse-killing powerhouse was also the best wizard Xingtian, who could be compared with him, and he got a jar of fine wine. Although Xingtian felt that it was a little small, he could only get a jar of wine with his strength, but he had no choice.

The top talents such as Zhen Yuanzi and the two ancestor witches, Zhu Rong and Gonggong, were each assigned two altars, while the saints and Houtu were assigned the largest ones, and Haotian gave them three altars.

I don’t know if Haotian did it intentionally, but the wine was just divided according to this point, and there were not many jars and a lot of jars.

Although Xing Tian, ​​Gonggong, Zhurong and Hongyun were the four men with thick faces, they wanted to ask for some fine wine from Haotian, but after Haotian firmly expressed his lack of a way, the four of them had to go to the Heavenly Court in disgrace and secretly swore in their hearts that they must get some out of Haotian's hands next time-

At this time, nearly ten thousand years have passed since the Peach Banquet. There is still peace in the prehistoric world. Only the priests of the Heavenly Court and those monks who have participated in the recruitment of the Heavenly Court and those who have not been admitted are working hard to do the tasks. The human race is still developing rapidly, and masters and strong people are constantly appearing.

In this quiet atmosphere in the prehistoric world, some witch tribes whose population has increased by about 30% are living leisurely.

By the way, the witch clan suddenly discovered that his life is quite good now. Although it is a little calmer, and even because the battle is less, it is not too unbearable. After all, there are still people from the same clan who can compete with some masters from the underworld. Although the masters from the underworld are very busy, they either practice or deal with the affairs of the underworld.

If they feel that they are not satisfied with the tribe and the underworld masters, they can even go to the 18th level of hell to have fun, and can catch an evil ghost and beat him up. I think no one will seek justice for an evil ghost who has gone to hell.

Therefore, after the witch tribe went to hell, no matter whether it was a man or a woman, no matter how beautiful or ugly, he was met by these witch tribes who came to hell for fun, and he would beat these evil ghosts to death.

Because of the witch tribe's approach, sometimes the Asura underworld staff who work in the 18th level of hell work in punishment every time they see these witch tribes who often come to hell, they feel helpless. Are these guys here to steal their jobs?

However, they had no choice. There were still a few Shura tribes who wanted to resist, but in the end they could only surrender to the combat power that was generally stronger than them in the witch clan. The Styx tribe's tribe could not care about such trivial matters. Now the Styx tribe is only one step away from breaking through to the realm of the three corpse generals. At that time, they had one step further away from Hunyuan. At this time, they were in seclusion, so they had no time to care about these trivial matters.

Of course, the current Witch Clan is not as strong as the Lich War when it was the end of the Lich War, because the Lich War has passed by quite a while, and the atmosphere between the Lich in the prehistoric world is not as tense as before, and the demon clan seems to have made up his mind not to leave the North Sea.

Therefore, Houtu decided that the adult witch clan could occasionally form a small group of more than ten people to go around the prehistoric world.

However, because Houtu was afraid of the war that year, Houtu stipulated that the witch clan who was traveling outside must not provoke the demon clan actively with the Beihai. She really didn't want the conflict between the lich to intensify again and finally headed to another Lich war.

By the way, this order is not to mention other witch tribes. Even the two brothers of Houtu, Gonggong and Zhurong, must listen obediently, otherwise Houtu will definitely turn against them.

This is also the reason why Gonggong and Zhurong did not seek trouble with the demon clan.

Speaking of which, Gonggong and Zhurong's cultivation at this time both returned to the peak of the middle stage of the Ancestral Witch, which was slightly better than the Lich War. Although Kunpeng was almost about to enter the realm of the Three Corpse Generals at this time, it was not much worse. If they were based on their personality, they would have gone to cause trouble long ago.

At this moment, the Witch Clan is located in the underworld space. A house located in a relatively large place in the entire clan, which is definitely a big one. Xing Tian, ​​the first witch, is now frowning, and he is not sure what he is thinking.

By the way, Xing Tian's strength is definitely comparable to that of a monk who killed a corpse. Even among the dozen monks who killed the first corpse in the prehistoric world, not many of them were his opponents. Therefore, logically speaking, there are not many things that can make Xing Tian frown.

However, this time, it was obvious that Xing Tian encountered this kind of thing that was not many. The source of this incident was a jar in front of Xing Tian, ​​which was the jar used by Haotian to hold fine wine. (As for the strength of the other two peak witches, Kuafu and Xiangliu, they were only one short of Xing Tian's strength, and they could also kill a corpse cultivator on the same side.)

Xing Tian picked up the wine jar in front of him and shook it. He sighed again as he heard the clanging sound inside, and the sadness on his face became stronger.

It turned out that after nearly ten thousand years, this fine wine, which was almost a few kilograms, was left, and probably only a few kilograms of wine were left, which was not enough for him to have a meal.

Although Xing Tian felt that he had cherished it and would drink it again. On average, how many years it would take to drink it once, nearly ten thousand years is too long for such a jar of wine. (Xing Tian is also practicing most of the time, and drinking it once every few years is definitely more frequent than drinking it once a day on earth.)

"Hey, I would have drunk less of the previous few times. I would have drunk it. If I had known it would have happened, I would have had enough time. In that case, I would have been able to drink another full time in front of me." Xing Tian sighed, but then shook his head again.

Then Xing Tian continued, "But it's really unhappy to drink if you don't drink this. Alas, the remaining kilograms of wine are not enough to drink. God, give me hundreds of millions of kilograms of wine." (Uh, in later generations, Haotian is also considered a representative of heaven, but now Xing Tian is obviously not calling Haotian, but Tiandao. Haha, even if Xing Tian called Haotian, Haotian, it's impossible for him to only take out hundreds of millions of kilograms of wine. Is this too much right?)

After Xing Tian finished speaking with a bitter face, suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately jumped up and said happily: "It's great, just do it like that, haha, I, Xing Tian, ​​are really a genius."

By the way, Xing Tian didn't want to mix water into the wine, although he did do it like this.

But speaking of this, it was his cautious time. He knew that the wine was precious, so he just took out a pound of wine and mixed it with a pound of water. He didn't dare to take it too much, otherwise the final result would definitely make him vomit blood. But even if it was the case, there was still a pound of wine that could not be drunk because of the water. Xing Tian wasted for several months.

I regret why I had to do that kind of experiment and wasted a kilo of precious wine.

As for what Xing Tian had thought of, to be honest, it was indeed a solution, although this idea was a bit vulgar.

But, can he really succeed? As the saying goes, things in the world are unpredictable.

Xing Tian was holding the wine jar that had been reduced ten times by his magical powers by the witch clan at this time, and then he walked carefully on the way to other Zhurong ancestor witches, as if he was afraid of meeting a few big witches and snatching the wine from his hand.

That's right, Xing Tian, ​​the guy, has already put his ideas on Zhu Rong, or to be precise, the wine in Zhu Rong's hand.

Speaking of Xing Tian and Gonggong Zhurong, they were very wise at least in terms of drinking, but those who were in tune with each other did not show off their wine in front of other tribesmen.

Otherwise, under the environment where the wolves look around, it would have been nearly ten thousand years since the jars of wine in their hands, and it would have been completely gone in less than a thousand years.

Xing Tian and Gonggong Zhurong also thanked more than once for this wise decision.

Soon, Xing Tian avoided all the great witches and came to the house where Zhu Rong lived. When he just stood at the door, Zhu Rong had already felt his arrival and opened the door.

"When Zhurong saw that it was Xing Tian, ​​he laughed and said, "Brother Xing Tian, ​​is there anything wrong with you when you come to my house?"

While saying this, Zhu Rong's eyes looked at Xing Tian's hand, and he happened to see the wine jar that was half-pressed by Xing Tian. He immediately lit up.
Chapter completed!