Chapter 350 I Have a Soup, and I Should Drink It with the World

The new year has arrived with the unified chime of the TV set in every household.

This is a happy event that has spread across the land of China.

There is no need to give it too many sacred colors. It is a pig's head with garlic in a pot under bright lights.

In the hinterland of Kunlun Mountain, Yi Xia listened to the sound of bells from all directions.

In the howling mountain wind, you can also hear the voices of people hundreds of miles away congratulating you on the New Year.

The tiny sound mixed with the sound of firecrackers echoed among the mountains.

Yi Xia was cutting Kun meat slowly.

Next to him was Young Kun, who was almost as high as his belly.

As for the length?

It occupies almost most of the flat land on the hillside on this side of the river.

Looking at the leopard through the tube, I have to say that the adult body of Kunpeng is really outrageous.

Yi Xia felt that he might be able to study the other party's food source.

In other words, the source of energy.

Ordinary flesh and blood cannot provide a sufficient supply for such a behemoth.

This young Kun has lost its vitality for a long time, but its flesh and blood are still fresh.

As an ancient mythical life of Eastern lineage in the true sense.

Kun's vitality is unquestionable.

This also creates new problems:

The flames Yi Xia was using now were not enough to cook it.

Kun's extremely vital subcutaneous tissue greatly reduced the penetrating effect of the flames.

Yi Xia looked at the pieces of Kunpeng meat that were already slightly browned on the outside, but still intact on the inside.

He thought for a moment and took out the Wuding.

There are indeed some practical difficulties in eating barbecue in the form of a shaman.

"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."

Wu Ding will naturally not make any mistakes.

One young Kun can probably make two pots of witch soup and still have some leftover.

Yi Xia is going to use the remaining materials for barbecue in human form.

This is the stubbornness of witches...

Not long after, a pot of witch soup was finished.

Yi Xia stood up, and in the heavy fog, his huge and towering body shot straight into the sky.

The mountains lay beneath his feet, and the earth was deep and vast.

At the end of the horizon, the lights of the distant city are intertwined with the bright stars.

Yi Xia raised the cauldron to the sky.

And drink!

Then, he drank it all in one gulp.

The soup made by Kunpeng is naturally extremely delicious.

As soon as it hit my throat, I felt a sense of vastness and boundlessness.

The whole body is smooth, as if drinking a basin of ice water on a hot summer day.

Yi Xia put some dragon's blood as an adjustment, but it failed to change its background color.

Obviously compared with Kunpeng's character, the dragon blood used by Yi Xia was still weak.

Maybe it has to be an ancient dragon or something to give feedback.

After drinking the Wu Tang, Yi Xia slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

It turned into a cloud and swept away along the mountains.

Maybe it can also nourish some creatures?

Very wonderful...

Yi Xia looked around.

Where the eye cannot reach, the mind can also go.

Suddenly, China was filled with joy and peace.

But it is inevitable that fire and water will not go according to one's will, causing one party to work hard.

This is impossible.

Although Yi Xia didn't drink alcohol, she still felt a little smokey.

He had a thought in his mind.

The fire below randomly rose up and submerged into the nose.

Carrying the witch cauldron, clouds rose into the sky beneath his feet.

I saw clouds rolling in the sky, roaring all the way...

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Qiyun Mountain

This is a famous Taoist mountain, located in the center of China.

Yi Xia came roaring with the witch cauldron.

Along the way, I saw brightly lit lights in all directions.

The countryside is filled with fireworks.

It was a spur-of-the-moment idea with no clear purpose.

Only among the clouds, I could see this steep mountain range from a distance, shrouded in smoke and clouds, forming a scene of its own.

Then it fell down wrapped in clouds and mist.

It was early in the morning and there was not much light in the mountains.

What's more, this is a cloudy and foggy place.

At this time, it suddenly became foggy, but it didn't attract much attention.

Only the old Taoist who was watching in the mountain temple seemed to have noticed something.

He took out the flashlight and walked out of his meditation.

Just after leaving the main hall, I saw clouds and mist billowing outside.

The scenery of the pavilion is like hanging alone in the sky.

The Sifang Platform is even more confused.

The old Taoist couldn't help but feel a little crazy.

If you are young, you may have already taken out your mobile phone to take pictures at this time.

But the old Taoist just looked at it like this.

Even if he has been practicing for many years, he will inevitably become a little bit embarrassed when seeing such a scene.

Although he has been practicing for many years, he is still a mortal body.

It was difficult to see that just a few inches below his eyes, there was a person standing on the ground, looking down at him.

After a long time, the old Taoist gathered his mind.

He just lifted up his Taoist robe and bowed deeply towards the mist.

Then return to the view.

He watched this for a long time.

Naturally, we can’t leave just like that.

And among the clouds and mist, Yi Xia's eyes were shining brightly in all directions.

He looked back at the sky, his consciousness drifting away.

Rolling mountains and rivers, vast China.

In this central place, Yi Xia was barely included.

Although it is just a vast scene, it is rare to be detailed and clear.

But it's barely enough.

Afterwards, Yi Xia was empty and sucked.

Suddenly, invisible energy was seen in all directions!

Fire disasters and plagues are roaring incessantly!

After several fusions, they intertwined in the sky like rainbows!

In the realm where things are difficult to gaze, above the sky, there is an aura of disaster surging like an ocean current.

Like great rivers, they flow eastward into the sea.

He immediately attracted a lot of sideways glances, looking towards the sky in surprise and uncertainty, but he was speechless.

There are even those who are rushing into the sea of ​​​​fire, looking at the fire that suddenly gradually extinguishes with disgrace.

Finally, a breath of relief can bring peace.

As a result, disasters from all directions converged on the top of Qiyun Mountain.

In a majestic moment, it fell into Yi Xia's mouth!

This is the witch’s New Year!

Yi Xia opened her mouth and drank a lot of misfortune.

Not long after, there was no disaster at all where Yi Xia's consciousness touched.

Even if the soup is boiled to stop it from boiling, it can still bring good fortune to all parties.

Then, Yi Xiayou looked at the old Taoist man guarding the Taoist temple alone on the mountain.

This is a pure practitioner, but it is a pity that I am not here for him.

With a thought, he transformed into a human form.

Without knocking on the door or calling, he placed a gourd of Sanyang decoction at the door as payment for the use of this mountain forest.

If you are blessed with it, you can also be comforted by practicing it for many years.

The old Taoist heard the noise outside and thought that a wild cat was blocked by the heavy fog and lost here.

I was afraid that it would be lost in the clouds and mist if not careful, and fall off the cliff.

Then he got up and came out.

But all I could see was the clouds and mist outside, and not a single person or animal in sight.

Only at the entrance of the main hall, a gourd stood steadily.

The old Taoist was stunned for a moment, then looked around and shouted a few times.

When he finally got no response, he carefully picked up the gourd.

When I picked it up, I felt that this gourd seemed light and thin, but it was extremely heavy.

When the gourd was opened, the inside was dark and turbid, and seemed to have a fishy smell.

If you were an ordinary person, you might think it was something pickled.

However, the old Taoist's mind suddenly moved and he suddenly became excited.

When I came back to my senses and looked again, I saw only a few stars and a few moonlight outside. Where could the heavy fog come from?

Before, it was cloudy and misty, like a dream.

The old Taoist bowed his head in tears.

Then, carefully put the gourd away.

This is a vigil and no other matters can be done.

But Yi Xia flew all the way to the place where Kyushu was once worshiped, carrying the clouds and mist.

As the witch fire lingered, Kunpeng's flesh and blood melted.

Not long after, there was a pot of clear soup.

Yi Xia stood holding the tripod and looked around the vast sky.

I saw a cloud hovering over Shenzhou.

Yi Xia roared away and entered the sky.

At this time, it was a lonely night.

With a thought in his mind, Yi Xia suddenly waved the witch tripod.

Then the soup spread out in all directions like a curtain of water, and as it rose, it was all wrapped in clouds.

I have a soup, please drink it with the world!

Yi Xia stretched her body and felt relieved.

And looking around the four directions, I wanted to be smoked but returned, but I found something.

If you think about it carefully, there may be a younger generation to talk to, and then you will leave with interest.

Therefore, Wu Kui was stunned when she saw Yi Xia happily running to her house late at night and inviting her to taste Kunpeng together.

She has actually rested.

Then, he chuckled.

This also seems to be something done by the Great Witch Guild of the extraordinary civilization of the Eastern lineage...

He happily accepted the appointment.