Chapter 62: Interrogation

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  The morning sun was like a fire, and the two people's bodies had their initial killing intent burned away.

  They raised their eyes and saw the wine shed again, and the two of them couldn't help but walk over. The old man was still squatting in a corner of the wine shed, leisurely puffing on his pipe. Seeing the two approaching, a smile appeared on the old man's face as he called out to the shop assistant to bring over two jars of wine for them.

  The old man laughed and said: "Strong wine can wash away the aura of death, and it will be much better."

  The wine of the demon city was very strong, extremely spicy, and it was unknown how such wine was brewed. The wine was light red in color, with a layer of fierce flames burning on its surface. It was icy cold when entering the mouth, but once swallowed, it turned into fierce flames in the abdomen, as if it would burn up all the internal organs. Both people's bodies were scorching hot.

  A faint aura of death dissipated from the two men's bodies. Half a stick of incense later, Qi Tian asked in surprise: "Old man, what kind of wine is this?"

  "Jade Ice Burnt, with the second layer of Mo Prison's Great Demon Head Cold Blood as its source, and a thousand-year-old hot spring outside the Devil City as its raw material for brewing. How about it? Can this wine be strong?"

  The old man shook his pipe and seemed to say casually, but his eyes fell on the two of them. Two jars of Jade Ice Burner, both of which could be drunk in one gulp, also made the old man somewhat surprised.

  The Great Demon King is ruthless!

  It was as if the two people's nature was like that of Qi Tian, and at this moment, they couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air. As they walked out of the demonic prison, the two used the strong liquor to burn away the dead energy, which was brewed with the blood of the Great Demon Lord. No wonder it was so cold, and there was also the thousand-year-old hot spring as the base, a jar of Jade Ice Burner, truly an icy fire double heaven.

  At this moment, the old man sneered and said, "How is it that you, a slaughter demon prison, don't even dare to drink a bit of demonic blood."

  Qitian was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "How can I not dare? As long as there's wine, my two brothers and I will welcome anyone who comes!"

  Without saying more, the old man again summoned the shopkeeper to bring up two wine jars. The two men, Qitian and the other, removed the seal mud, and instantly a cold, icy air rose up. It was also Yu Bing Shao, but the wine liquid was extremely thick and sticky, fresh red like blood, like amber crystal clear. A strong aroma of alcohol wafted out.

  At a glance, you can tell that this wine has been aged for many years. It's impossible to brew such a flavor in just a few decades or even nearly a hundred years.

  Yun Fei hesitated and said: "Old man, this wine——"

  The old man waved his hand and said, "This is all that's left of my life, I didn't bring anything with me when I was born, and I won't take anything away when I die. I'll send two jars of wine to you, what's not satisfactory about it? Are you looking down on this old man who can't even die?"

  Qitian and the other person couldn't help but smile wryly, so they had to put away the two jars of Jade Ice Burn. Immediately, Yun Fei summoned three jars of Purple Bamboo Brew from his dantian, placing one in front of the old man.

  "Good wine!"

  The old man's eyes lit up, and the purple bamboo wine brewed with the unique purple bamboo sap of Sword Peak was strong and sweet, with a hint of grassy spirit. The old man was clearly an expert in this way, and he knew it was extraordinary at first sniff.

  "How about it, would you like to drink two cups with me until we are old and will not die?"

  The two of them looked at each other and laughed, saying: "How dare we disobey!"

  The old man ordered two plates of braised beef and a few roasted chickens, and the three of them sat down in a corner of the wine shed.

  In the Demon City, many passing cultivators sneered. Two disciples of Qingyun Sect, under the bright sky, sat on the ground with an ordinary person, drinking and eating meat, which was really shameful to the extreme.

  Some disciples of Qingyun Sect saw it and frowned one after another. However, they heard some rumors and didn't dare to provoke Qi Tian and the other person again easily.

  The sun was high in the sky, and three people were eating meat and drinking wine halfway through. In the midst of bloodshed, a figure emerged from the void, his footsteps treading on the blue sky. His body was surrounded by an aura of death that had almost solidified, a thick layer of grayish-black energy mixed with the stench of death enveloping him.

  Many Taoists were shocked, what kind of massacre would have to occur in the Devil's Prison to gather such a thick aura of death and killing energy, how many devil heads had been slaughtered, it was as if a walking god of slaughter existed in the world, seeming calm but with bloodstained hands.

  Still as calm and serene as ever, with an aura of Tao surrounding him, a dense and rich glow of auspicious light pressed down, as if there was a divine presence enveloping him, the stagnant and deadly energy suddenly vanished into thin air.

  The next moment, Bu Qingtian walked out a few steps and sat down directly in front of the three people, extending his hand towards Yun Fei.

  "Sake!"

  "Haha, good, Cloud Junior gives him wine!"

  The old man stared at Bu Qing Tian for a moment, slightly drunk, and said that he was indeed an ordinary person, already old, and after drinking half a tank of purple bamboo wine, he was already somewhat tipsy.

  The old man's cigarette butt knocked continuously on the ground, and the ashes scattered. The old man seemed to be unaware of it, still waving his hand tirelessly. His eyes glanced slightly upwards, and five young men were walking towards them from a distance.

  Putting down the wine jar, Qi Tian laughed and said: "After drinking enough wine and eating enough food, it's time to exercise our muscles."

  Yun Fei took a glance, drank up the wine jar, smashed it in front of him with one slap, and stood up.

  "Give me one piece, four pieces of middle-grade spirit stone."

  He put down the wine jug in front of him, pressed a piece of dark green armor on his body, and looked into the distance. His eyes were distant, like ancient ice that would never melt.

  "My muscles and bones have also relaxed."

  With one foot, he crushed the scales and said in a deep voice: "Alright, since you've found me, it's your destiny. The third piece is yours!"

  In the corner of the wine rack, the old man didn't care, self-absorbed in lighting his old cigarette, holding onto the wine jar and swaying back and forth, shaking his head and saying: "Finish your fight quickly and come back, there's still wine left, not a single drop can be taken away!"

  Yun Fei burst out laughing: "Don't worry, none of them will get away!"

  Drinking with the old man, none of the three had used their cultivation to suppress it. At this time, the wine aroma wafted from their bodies, and in the Demon Castle's domain, many Daoists frowned, feeling that the three were too arrogant. Looking again at the five Daoist shadows approaching from afar, there was a faintly discernible aura of killing intent hovering in the air, and within a hundred feet of the Blood Gate, the air had become stagnant.

  Many ordinary people sensed that something was amiss and dispersed in all directions. Five figures approached, and to their surprise, they were the same five people from Yao Xian Valley whom Qi Tian had met by chance at Sheng Ling Fang.

  At this moment, the five men had gloomy faces, with a killing aura that was almost palpable, staring fixedly at Qi Tian and the other.

  "Finally found you two, you two scoundrels! How dare you collude with the Holy Spirit Street to cheat us out of our spirit stones? You're really audacious!"

  "Those who know what's good for them should surrender quickly, otherwise you'll have a bitter pill to swallow!"

  Two disciples of Yao Xian Gu gazed coldly at the two Qitian, their bodies surging with Dao power, emitting a Dao rhyme that overflowed and suppressed all directions, making the air scorching hot.

  Yun Fei couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "We didn't force you to cut the stone, it was a voluntary act. You didn't go find that Sheng Ling Fang, but instead came to bother us two, aren't you intentionally looking for trouble?"

  "What nonsense!" A disciple of Yao Xian Gu was furious and laughed, "Those so-called ancient blood stones, we later found a spiritual master to identify, it turned out to be waste stones that had been cut by someone. Since they are waste stones, how could you have cut out spirit stones back then? It seems that if we don't severely suppress you today, you will think that Yao Xian Gu can be bullied at will!"

  "How can there be so much nonsense! If you don't believe it, just suppress it!"

  He let out a cold cry, stepped forward with his feet treading on the blue sky, his body contained the rhythm of the Tao, as if sinking into the midst of the Great Way. He flipped his palm and chopped down, like an ice mountain descending upon him, yet it was so fast that it reached the extreme, fundamentally impossible to resist.

  Hūn

  One of the disciples of Yao Xian Gu was directly knocked flying, spitting out fresh blood, and fainted.

  "Scoundrel! Indeed, a thief is always nervous! I've had accomplices from the start!"

  The remaining four pharmacists of Yao Xian Gu were shocked and angry, and they took out their own Taoist instruments, casting countless spells. The four people turned out to be all fire-type physiques, and the four fire-type Taoist powers merged into a hundred-meter sea of flames, with the four Taoist instruments suppressing the four directions, instantly enveloping Qi Tian's three people inside.

  "The firefly's glow, how dare you take action!"

  In the midst of a hundred-foot inferno, an icy mountain suddenly materialized, its massive form stirring as if snowflakes were falling from the sky. The hundred-foot flames vanished in an instant.

  Rumble...

  Swords hummed in unison, their whistling sounds like thunder. Amidst the sea of flames, the tip of the sword remained spotless. With one step forward, thirty swords were struck in an instant. The pre-heavenly sword energy was as swift as a shocking lightning bolt, with what seemed to be a flash of lightning accompanying it, splitting heaven and earth apart.

  Boom!

  Boom!

  The four instruments were cut off in mid-air, and the mournful cry echoed through the air. The four disciples of Yao Xian Valley also spat out a mouthful of blood at the same time, their faces revealing a look of horror. (There are still over 100 votes left to reach 10,000 recommendations, everyone is awesome, keep going, new updates will arrive soon!)