บท 1438: Chapter 393 the hope of the 12th sword

"Alright!" True God darknorth smiled as he took the one-hundred-thousand-year immortal wine, dutian Zui.

He looked at it carefully.

"Nice packaging!"

With a clap of his hand, he opened the wine jar. The Golden aroma of wine was so thick that it was almost tangible. It came out of the wine jar, and a strange phenomenon appeared. It was a picture of the stars, sun, and moon.

At the same time.

The rich aroma of wine wafted out. It was simply too fragrant, and just smelling it caused one's breathing to Quicken. One could not wait to finish it all in one gulp.

"Good wine!" True God darknorth praised.

He subconsciously hugged the wine jar and was about to blow it into his mouth.

At this moment, the air turned cold and completely solidified. He felt something in his heart and subconsciously looked up. He saw the 12th sword coldly looking at him. If he dared to blow into his mouth, he would press him to the ground and give him a fierce beating.