Chapter 1180: Fantasy Emperor

The first thousand and eighty chapters

Suotian's understanding of Huan Meng Liquor is limited to aging within three thousand years.

As far as he knows, the 100-year aging of Dream Wine is divided into seven colors.

These seven colors are exactly the same as the seven colors of the Seven Color Fantasy Dream, but they do not monopolize all of the seven colors, but a single color, just like the exotic fruit that was eaten earlier, accounting for the seven colors. One kind is 100 years old.

Five-hundred-year aging is also very easy to distinguish, occupying two of the seven colors, which is five-hundred-year aging.

Thousand-year aging, it occupies three colors.

Three thousand years of ageing has five colors.

These colors are not fixed, any combination of the seven colors, as long as it meets the above color quantity requirements, is the age of this age.

What Suotian didn't know was that over 3,000 years of aging, there were still 5,000 years of aging.

Five thousand years of aging is not a few colors, but a mixture of seven colors. The seven colors can be mixed together to form a very strange color.

Ten thousand years of aging is after seven colors are mixed together, and after five thousand years of brewing, the mixed colors are finally separated to form a seven-color light that is exactly the same as the colorful dream.

When the wine jar was opened, the whole pavilion was filled with colorful light.

An intoxicating aroma rushed to the face. This is no longer the aroma of wine, but an indescribable taste.

The fragrance enters the nostrils, and the whole body feels very comfortable, feeling all the pores open.

After sniffing, the body is full of strength, and there is endless strength all over.

Fairy Dreaming was also the first time to open Ten Thousand Years Old. Seeing such a strange sight, Fairy Dreaming was shocked.

Pick up the wine jar with your hands and pour the wine into the wine utensils.

A drop of 10,000-year-old Dreaming Wine dripped, and the colorful brilliance entered the wine utensils.

Just a drop, falling into the wine set, immediately turned into a full glass of wine, seven colors complemented each other.

A drop of dream wine is dripped into each wineware, forming several glasses of fine wine.

A strange look appeared on Fairy Fantasy Dream.

Yang Teng was beside Fairy Fantasy Dream, looking at the wine jar in her hand.

When Fairy Fantasy opened the wine jar, Yang Teng could clearly see that there was a small half of the fine wine in it, and if they were evenly distributed to everyone, they would be able to taste three glasses.

But now, a drop is dripped into each wine utensil to form a glass of wine, but the wine jar is already empty, no more than a drop, just gone!

Fairy Fantasy Dream did not understand why such a change occurred, and said helplessly to everyone: "It seems that all this is God's will. There are six of us here today, exactly six glasses of fine wine."

"Thank you Fairy for his hospitality and entertaining me with such a good wine. Yang Teng is grateful. I won't say anything more. I agree to the quasi emperor." Yang Teng was like this, eating soft but not hard.

Fairy Dreaming took out ten thousand years of aging to entertain him. Regardless of the rarity or the miracle he had seen, he couldn't refuse it, only to accept it.

"Thank you, Shao Yang. Everyone, there will be no more Wannian Dream Wine aging in the world, please taste it." Fairy Fairy Dream looked a little strange, raised his wine glass and gestured to everyone.

Suo Tian had been waiting anxiously a long time ago. This is a tens of thousands of years of aging. He has never heard of it. There is such a shocking opportunity today. He quickly picked up a wine glass and thanked Fairy Fantasy Dream.

Everyone picked up their wine glasses. Susu had really good luck today, and she also got a glass of 10,000-year-old wine. It was Yang Teng that she wanted to thank.

Just smelling the aroma of wine makes people very intoxicated.

Yang Teng picked up the wine glass, put it to his mouth, took a sip, and savored this 10,000-year dream wine.

An extremely strong force rushed into the mouth, and then quickly entered the meridians.

What a powerful force!

Yang Teng immediately understood the extraordinary feature of Dream Wine.

Must not waste the powerful power contained in the Dream Wine, Yang Teng immediately activated the spiritual energy, sucking all the power into the meridians.

Then he took another sip.

In the same way, he inhaled the power contained in the dream wine into his body.

He didn't drink too much twice, but the dream wine in the wine glass should also be reduced. What made him strange is that the dream wine in the wine glass was still a full glass, not at all reduced.

What kind of magical situation is this?

Yang Teng drank a little more for the third time.

After absorbing the power contained in the dream wine, the wine glass is still full!

Not only him, everyone has discovered such a miraculous thing.

Suotian exclaimed in surprise: "I dare not drink it yet. I want to taste it carefully, and feel the taste of Wannian Dreaming Wine. However, I found that the Dreaming Wine in the glass has not diminished. This is really a good thing. I can do it today. Taste the Wannian Dream Wine!"

With that, Suo Tian raised his head and gulped down with a big mouthful.

I drank at least half of the glass in this sip, and found that the glass was still full.

Suo Tian was relieved now, raised his wine glass and drank several mouthfuls, shouting good wine!

"Brother Suo, haven't you absorbed the power in the Dream Wine? Drinking so violently, you are not afraid that the power contained will burst your body." Yang Teng asked.

"Power? What power? Why didn't I feel the powerful power contained in the Dream Wine." Suo Tian looked puzzled.

"Fan Wuqi, do you feel the power in Dream Wine?" Suo Tian asked.

Fan Wuqi shook his head, "This is the most delicious wine I have ever drunk. There is no vocabulary to describe the aging of Wannian Fantasy Wine. But I didn't feel the power of Yang Teng."

Fairy Fantasy Dream asked anxiously: "Shao Yang, when you tasted Fantasy Wine, did you feel the power contained in it?"

Yang Teng was also surprised, "Yes, I feel that there is a huge amount of energy in this. I dare not drink too much every time. I need to absorb the strength before I can continue drinking. Otherwise, it will not only be a waste, but will also cause damage to the body. ."

Fairy Fantasy Dream fell into contemplation, and obviously she didn't realize the power Yang Teng said.

Susu and the elder who passed the gong also failed to feel this power.

After a while, Fairy Fantasy Dream smiled helplessly: "It seems that Shao Yang has absorbed the power of Colorful Fantasy Dream."

Yang Teng wondered, "Why is this again."

"This starts with the brewing of the dream wine. The reason why the dream wine is called this is not because it is produced in the dream lake. It is the former fairy fairy who brewed the colorful dream fruit in the colorful dream. And, the brewed good Every jar of Magic Dream Wine must be stored in Colorful Dream."

Fairy Fantasy said: "The reason why we can brew Fantasy Wine is the power of Fantasy Wine. The reason why Yang Shao can feel the power in Fantasy Wine and absorb it must be related to Yang Shao's absorption of the power of Fantasy Fantasy. . This is God's will!"

You could hear the loss in the tone of Fairy Dream.

Yang Teng didn't know how to answer the conversation. It seemed that after he came to Dream Lake, all the good things were taken up by him alone, which made him very embarrassed.

But when he thought of the thing he had promised, he didn't know how many ups and downs he would have to go through in the future to fulfill the final wish of the quasi-emperor, and Yang Teng became calm again.

"Follow him, the benefits have been taken by Yang Teng, and we are not in vain. Good things that we dare not dream of, should not be drunk!" Suotian laughed, raised his hand and raised his glass, it was a burst of booze.

No one could resist such a fine wine, although they could not feel the power contained in the dream wine, several people still drank it openly.

Yang Teng didn't know how much Dreaming Wine he had drunk. He was drunk when he found that the Dreaming Wine in the glass had become less and no longer refilled.

There was a dizzy sensation in his head, the scene in front of him began to blur, and his consciousness gradually weakened.

Sitting on the bamboo chair, with his head tilted, he fell asleep soundly.

In his sleep, a picture appeared in Yang Teng's sea of ​​knowledge.

A boy in white clothes is walking on a continent, and his favorite thing to do is wine.

He picks a variety of elixir suitable for brewing fine wine every day, and prepares the formula by himself.

When the white-clothed boy grows up, his favorite thing is to make wine.

The continent he lives in is different from Tianwu. Colorful rays of light shroud the continent, presenting a dreamlike scene. This continent is called the Dreamland.

I don't know how many years have passed, the once white-clothed boy became a strong man and became the top winemaker in Dreamland.

The wine he brewed contains huge energy, just like the spirit gathering pill refined by the alchemist of Tianwu Continent, the effect is extremely magical.

This kind of wine, which he called the wine of dreams, brought him great satisfaction, but it also brought endless troubles.

A disaster like a nightmare comes.

A group of dark weird people came to Dreamland, approached this winemaker, and forced him to brew Dreamland Wine for them.

Year after year, day after day, living a dark life.

The Dreamland was ruled by these dark monsters, and all the monks living in the Dreamland became slaves, working hard for these dark monsters.

The winemaker in white is not reconciled to such a life, and does not want to see his family being bullied.

He does not forget to practice while making wine.

Finally one day, he had the cultivation base to leave the Dreamland, but he still couldn't defeat those dark weird people.

In desperation, he had no choice but to take the opportunity to leave the Dreamland Continent and go to other continents to practice incognito and diligently.

I don't know how many years passed before the winemaker became a powerful man in the universe.

He desperately wants to return to the Continent of Dreams, drive away those invaders, and rescue his people.

At this time, his cultivation had reached the quasi-emperor level, and he happened to meet opponents of the same level.

When the emperor Zhun meets the emperor, it must be a life and death struggle. This is about who can go further on the road of fighting for the emperor. Whether he has the heart to become an emperor or not, he cannot escape this fate.

The winemaker is best at making wine, which is inferior to other quasi emperors in terms of combat effectiveness.

A terrifying battle ended with the defeat of the winemaker.

The winemaker was seriously injured. In order to avoid other quasi emperors, he did not dare to return to the Dreamland, so he had to hide.

Unexpectedly, the injuries on his body got worse and worse. Not long after, his cultivation level fell below the ancient saint, and he could no longer cross the universe, and fell with hatred on the continent far away from the dream continent.