Chapter 48: The Drunk Bug

"Could it be that something went wrong?" Long Xuan was in a state of confusion and no longer had the mood to study the forbidden technique. He pushed the lid of the jar a little and looked inside.

When he saw a little white snake floating on the wine with its belly turned up and its eyes closed, motionless, as if dead, Long Xuan was shocked.

If it weren't for the progress display, he would have thought that the little snake was really dead.

Long Xuan's expression became interesting, and an unbelievable thought appeared in his mind. Could this wine worm have drunk to death? He thought inconceivably.

Innovation has variables. No one has ever used distilled wine to refine wine gu before. He was courting death and had to throw the wine worm into the distilled wine. Who knows what will happen.

The spiritual wine in this world is made of various natural treasures, which makes the spiritual wine in this world extremely strong.

He actually distilled the spiritual wine several times. How strong is it? It is estimated that it can kill people. The wine worm, which is famous for its alcohol tolerance, may not be able to bear it, so it directly died of drunkenness.

Long Xuan blinked his eyes, looking confused.

No way? Could this wine bug really be drunk?

How is this possible? That's a wine bug. Wine bugs are famous for their huge capacity in this world, and they can drink even three jars.

Is it drunk to death? Where's the huge capacity? It's still a wine bug? Isn't it embarrassing? Isn't it embarrassing?

Long Xuan was completely numb. He had never heard of a wine bug getting drunk. It was simply a wonder in the ages. It was unheard of, and it was an eye-opener for him.

What should he do? Should he fish it out? He didn't dare to move. What if all his efforts were wasted?

If he didn't care, what if he drank to death, wouldn't it be a big trouble! This jar of wine cost him a lot of resources, and the total cost was far more than the Eye of Heaven! The most important thing is that there is only one top-grade wine bug.

Long Xuan hesitated and was about to worry about his hair turning gray.

In the end, he didn't dare to move or do anything unnecessary.

Since he didn't understand, he simply didn't care. Long Xuan had given up. Whatever happened, he could drink himself to death. It was just a top-grade spirit insect, and he could afford to lose it.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt open-minded. After sealing the lid of the jar tightly, he sat back on a chair and continued to study the forbidden technique.

Time passed in a flash, and another hundred days passed. At this time, Long Xuan's forbidden technique had been developed to 80%, and he was just one step away from the final step.

He rubbed his sore neck, couldn't help but stop the work in his hands, slowly stood up, walked towards the wine jar, carefully pushed open a small gap, and looked inside nervously.

At a glance, his heart suddenly sank.

The little white snake still turned over its white belly, closed its eyes and soaked there, as if it was dead.

Long Xuan sighed slightly.

It's already floating there, it's already soaked through.

It's still not awake.

People who don't know would think that this is someone who made snake wine.

Fortunately, the water level in the tank has dropped significantly, and the wine is decreasing little by little, which gives Long Xuan some hope.

The decrease in wine is a good thing, which proves that it is still drinking, and being able to drink means that it is still alive.

It's just that it will get drunk and die directly after drinking. It finally wakes up and drinks a few sips and gets drunk again. It keeps drinking, getting drunk, and never wakes up. It seems to be like this.

At this time, Long Xuan is wondering whether it will really get drunk and die, becoming the first alcohol bug in history to die from drinking.

After studying for a while, Long Xuan put the lid of the tank back on and continued to let it die on its own.

Using the distillation method of the previous life to refine Gu is an unknown new road, full of variables. He doesn't know whether it will succeed. All he can do now is to wait. Whether it lives or dies depends on its own luck.

Long Xuan sighed, slowly returned to his seat, picked up the pen, and continued to develop his forbidden technique with great interest.

He forgot the passage of time again, and sitting there might be a day.

Sometimes he would forget to sleep and work all night. Except for drinking water and eating, he spent almost all his time studying forbidden techniques. This was the daily life of a hard worker.

In his research, which was so hard that he forgot to eat and sleep, his progress was naturally gratifying.

After working hard for a hundred days and nights, he finally succeeded in studying this forbidden technique that consumed his lifespan in exchange for powerful strength.

Lifespan is the most important thing for a person and the most mysterious energy in the human body. Most ordinary people only live for less than a hundred years, and exhausting their lifespan means reaching the end of their lives.

The attack power gained at such a high price would of course be very terrifying.

However, it was precisely because the power of this forbidden technique was so terrifying that it was powerful enough to affect him, the caster, and even cause serious injuries.

He had calculated that with the Xiaoqiang Gu, just detonating a hundred years of lifespan would be enough to cause him some injuries, and this was when he ran far away in advance.

However, it was also because it was too dangerous that it was called a forbidden technique. Otherwise, why would it be called a forbidden technique?

On the one hand, forbidden techniques are dangerous. On the other hand, the cost of using them is too high. It consumes your life span. Spiritual energy can be renewed, but life span is not. The more you use, the less you have.

Only Long Xuan could bear the forbidden technique that consumed his lifespan. Anyone else who used this forbidden technique would not live for many years even if he was not killed by it.

Even Long Xuan did not dare to use it easily. His lifespan was not blown by the wind and could not afford to waste it. He would not be willing to spend a year of his lifespan to test it.

This move was destined to become Long Xuan's trump card that he rarely used. He used it with great caution. Once used, it meant that he was in a life-or-death situation.

However, he did not dare to use this forbidden technique easily in the real world, but it was no problem in the original world.

The original world was 100% real. What kind of destructive power the forbidden technique could cause in reality could be caused in the original world, and the degree of damage to the environment could be perfectly simulated.

And everything in the illusion was illusory and would not consume the lifespan of the real world.

So he could squander his lifespan in the original world without restraint, and test the power of the forbidden technique at will, and he could have enough fun.

At this time, Long Xuan ran into the original world again. From time to time, his hands condensed a white energy ball, which was then detonated by his rotation and compression. The explosion was deafening, and huge round pits were blown out on the ground one after another.

Some of the round pits were as large as a football field, which was simply terrifying.

This was the terrifying destructive power caused by consuming lifespan, which was far from the destructive power caused by spiritual power.

Long Xuan laughed wildly in the illusion, like a bomber, destroying everything around him crazily.

Because he was at home at this time, closest to Long Lao's residence, the original world was limited by distance, so he could only copy Long Lao's residence and blow his home to pieces.

Until his lifespan was spent and his hair was already white, he left the illusion with reluctance.

Looking at the forbidden technique he created on the table, he felt full of accomplishment, and the remaining excitement has not yet disappeared.

After closing the not very thick book, he wrote the three big words "Genkidan" on the cover.

This is the name he gave to this forbidden technique.

Finally, he wrote on the lower right corner of the book cover——Written by Long Xuan◎, and then stopped writing with a smug smile.

How much can this forbidden technique be worth?

Long Xuan couldn't help but feel curious. He really wanted to go to the auction house to check how valuable the forbidden technique he created was.

But reason told him not to do this. The law is not easily passed on. Only a technique that only he knows and no one else knows is the strongest.

The more people know, the more likely he will encounter an enemy who knows how to restrain this move in the future. Any technique is the most terrifying when it is unknown.

After his mood eased, he carefully put away the "Spirit Bomb" and hid it.

Suddenly thinking of something, his expression froze, and he hurriedly pushed the door and walked out.

He finally thought of the drunkard who was still taking a bath, and was ready to go and see how it was now.

Although he had prepared for the failure of refining the Gu, it was the psychology of all human beings to be lucky. What if it succeeded? No one wanted to give up until the last moment.

That was a top-grade poisonous insect. Just thinking that he might own a top-grade poisonous insect made Long Xuan excited and had extremely high fantasies in his heart.