Chapter 916 Entrance to the Sixth Floor

Seeing more than 50 people leaving the fifth floor of the ancient cellar one after another, Baotan Sanren looked at Qingyang and said, "Fellow Daoist Qingyang, if you can't hold on, don't force it."

Baotan Sanren had already seen that Qingyang had reached his limit a long time ago and was just forcing himself, so he specifically reminded him. After all, they had been in the same boat for ten years. Qingyang understood that the other party was kind and said, "Thank you for your kindness, fellow Daoist. I will do my best."

Baotan Sanren explained a few words and then strode to catch up with the others. Judging from his appearance, the final result will definitely not be too bad. The performance of a foundation-building cultivator exceeded that of many late-stage Jindan cultivators. Baotan Sanren is definitely a hidden type in this regard.

Qingyang gritted his teeth and didn't know what to do next. This was already his limit. If he continued to move forward, he might really get drunk. It was hard to say what would happen next, but he was a little unwilling to leave like this, because this wine tasting would be related to his future Jindan.

The alcohol in this ancient cellar is useless to ordinary means. The spirit armor will only react when it is attacked, but the alcohol can attack invisibly. The Qi shield can play a certain role, but this role is also limited. Over time, the alcohol can even enter the meridians along the Qi shield and drill into the Dantian, anesthetizing the whole person.

What can be done? Qingyang thought about all his means and finally thought of the alcohol bee. This kind of spiritual insect likes spiritual wine. I don’t know if it can help, but Qingyang has no other way at this time. He can only treat a dead horse as a living horse.

Do it as soon as you think of it. Qingyang’s mind moved and summoned more than a dozen alcohol bees from the Drunken Immortal Gourd. When they smelled the alcohol in the air, the alcohol bees immediately became excited and danced around Qingyang up and down, just like trapped birds flying into the sky and fish swimming into the ocean.

They danced happily and breathed greedily. What surprised Qingyang the most was that the alcohol bees were not affected by such a strong smell of alcohol. Even the lowest-level ordinary alcohol bees could withstand the alcohol smell of the fifth floor of the ancient cellar, which was much stronger than Qingyang.

Qingyang arranged these alcohol bees and blocked them in front of his mouth and nose. Then he felt that the alcohol smell from the outside was blocked by the alcohol bees, and the amount Qingyang inhaled was reduced. Although the amount was not large, the number of alcohol bees was small. If more were released, wouldn’t the alcohol smell be blocked more? By then, maybe he could continue to go down.

Unexpectedly, these alcohol bees were really useful. Qingyang no longer hesitated and immediately released nearly a thousand alcohol bees. After ten years on the spirit ship, the alcohol bee colony in the Drunken Immortal Gourd had grown to nearly two thousand. This time, Qingyang only released half of them, just in case.

Nearly a thousand alcoholic bees, in accordance with Qingyang's requirements, were densely packed together, like a cover, surrounding Qingyang's entire body, leaving only two legs for walking. Anyway, his eyes, ears, and nose were no longer useful, and the divine consciousness in this ancient cellar was more useful.

As soon as the protective shield formed by the alcoholic bees was formed, Qingyang felt that the alcohol around him was suddenly emptied, and his mind became much clearer. All the pressure on his body disappeared at this moment. The alcoholic bees could not block all the alcohol, and there must be some that slipped through the net, but this amount was not much of a threat to Qingyang.

Qingyang compared it and found that the concentration of alcohol around him was now extremely low, similar to that when he was on the second floor of the ancient cellar. In this case, he could completely bear it, and even continue to walk down. With this cheating method, I don't know if he can enter the top 20.

Qingyang also discovered a detail. The alcohol was not blocked by the alcoholic bees, but absorbed by them. In other words, the alcohol was in the body of the alcoholic bees, and the amount of alcohol absorbed by Qingyang was less, so it was so easy.

The alcoholic bees are indeed the drunkards among the spiritual insects. The alcohol smell from the outside world is a great tonic for them, just like beggars encountering food, how can they not go crazy? Qingyang doesn't even need to drive it specially, most of the alcohol smell is intercepted by them.

Although the spiritual wine in the ancient cellar is of high level, the individual alcoholic bees are very small, but the alcohol smell is just alcohol smell after all, which cannot be compared with spiritual wine. Only by inhaling a large amount will you get drunk, and alcoholic bees are naturally good at drinking, and their ability in this regard even exceeds that of the monks of the same level, so this alcoholic bee colony The shield can be used for a long time and there will be no problem in a short time. What's more, Qingyang has left half of the alcoholic bees in the Drunken Immortal Gourd, and they can be replaced at any time if there is a problem.

I didn't expect that the alcoholic bee formation has such a wonderful use. With their help, the chances of winning the second round are great. Qingyang stood on the fifth floor of the ancient cellar and slowed down a little. When the drunkenness was slightly lighter, he quickly chased after the other monks.

As for the more than 50 cultivators, they have completely separated at this time. The descendants of the five Yuanying cultivators and seven or eight Jindan late-stage cultivators with background have come to the hall on the sixth floor of the ancient cellar. However, their current situation is not good. Some of them are pale, their eyes are dull, they are trembling all over, and they are sweating coldly, as if they have not recovered from a serious illness. Some of them are red all over, and the steam is steaming above their heads, just like shrimps that are about to be steamed in a steamer.

The situation of these people is similar to Qingyang's performance on the fifth floor before. Obviously, they have reached their limits. In fact, this is normal. Master Yaoyue has long said that the sixth floor is the limit of Jindan cultivators. Even if these people have a good background, it is very difficult to break through the limit.

There were more than 20 other monks who were walking down the steps with difficulty. It was hard to say whether they could enter the sixth floor of the ancient cellar normally, but no one gave up. Only the top 20 were selected for this level, and there were only a dozen of the descendants of the Yuanying monks and the late Jindan monks in front. Giving up at this time meant losing. If they could persist a little longer, as long as they could hold on until other competitors could not stand it, wouldn’t they win?

The remaining dozen people stood at the entrance from the fifth floor to the sixth floor of the ancient cellar, and they dared not go down. The fifth floor of the ancient cellar was their limit, and the sixth floor was a bit reluctant. It was just that they had finally come here, and it would be a pity to give up. They hesitated for a long time before they mustered up the courage to come to the entrance, but they were hit by the smell of alcohol inside, and they hesitated again.

Some people felt that they might not be able to hold on, so they turned back to the fifth floor. Some people estimated the smell of alcohol inside and felt that they seemed to be able to bear it, so they gritted their teeth and rushed in. The rest were led by them and walked down.