Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 555 Dangerous (thanks, three more)

The speed at which the red spirit fruit recovers its spiritual power is extremely fast.

An Qingli, who was in the Fengyu Secret Realm in the early stage of foundation establishment, quickly replenished his spiritual power thanks to the diluted red spirit fruit wine.

And Mu Sheng is already in the early stage of transformation, if only relying on the ready-made red spiritual fruit to replenish his spiritual power, it will be a drop in the bucket. Only the condensed red spiritual fruit can allow Mu Sheng to recover his spiritual power in a short time.

Furthermore, this condensed red spirit fruit can only be done in a very short period of time, otherwise it will not work if the spirit energy in the juice spreads after a little longer.

Thanks to An Qingli's mustard space, he can condense many red spirit fruits with just a few thoughts.

With the spiritual liquid in his hand, Mu Sheng got a little respite for a while, and after a few thunderstorms, he was not in danger.

Mu Sheng, who had recovered from his stress, was finally free, so he took a look around for a while.

But after looking at it, I found that the atmosphere of the Thunder Tribulation was a bit wrong.

Where did those little disciples who were in charge of applauding go?
But he remembered that in the past, no matter whether it was crossing the advanced thunder tribulation or crossing the alchemy thunder tribulation, there were many young disciples who actively supported him.

The young disciples who cheered for him this time were not as good as one-tenth of the previous ones.

"Where did those little disciples go?" Mu Sheng, with scorched black hair, took the time to ask.

The corners of the mouths of many high-ranking bosses twitched. What time is it? The grand master actually has the leisure to pay attention to these things.

The ninth-level Thunder Wing Tiger reminded in a deep voice: "Mu Sheng, concentrate on surviving the tribulation!"

Mu Sheng was clasping the formation disk that he hadn't had time to throw out in his hand. Just as he was about to nod, he realized that there was actually a big cloud of calamity in the sky above the Yinzong that day.

Around Jieyun, there were also dense crowds of onlookers.

"Who is crossing the catastrophe then?" Mu Sheng asked displeasedly while watching the sky.

This elixir and lightning calamity were so fast, the array in his hand was almost a decoration, purely relying on the defensive vestment on his body and the constant replenishment of spiritual power to passively support it.

The few vials of psychic liquid given by the apprentice did not leave a drop, one hundred and eight elixir and thunder calamity, and it is unknown how long they can resist.

Qiu Xuanjing clutched his bloody chest, holding a Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill in his hand, and said with red eyes: "It doesn't matter, Mu Sheng, you are obedient and concentrate on surviving your thunder disaster."

While speaking, another thunderbolt fell rapidly.

Mu Sheng didn't even have the time to dodge, and was struck by lightning again.

Amidst the exclamation, Mu Sheng crouched on top of the large light curtain in embarrassment.

Many Tianyunzong monks were heartbroken, and many Tianyunzong elders closed their eyes in despair.

Where does the master who reacts so slowly come from to fight against the one hundred and eight elixir and thunder calamity.

I just don't know how to write dead words.

Those high-ranking monks who were forced to stop outside Luofeng City were also worried when they saw such a vulnerable master.

If there is something good or bad about Mu Sheng, where will they find their ninth-grade pills in the future.

An Qingli lowered her right hand, and lightly stroked the green jug containing the spiritual liquid with her palm.

The green wine bottle moved immediately, and went to a position hundreds of meters away from Mu Sheng.

"Good apprentice."

Mu Sheng made a weak sound, mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, moved there, grabbed the green wine pot in his hand, and impatiently poured a few mouthfuls of the spiritual liquid into his mouth.

"Save your drink, Mu Sheng!"

Patriarch Qi Min couldn't help reminding that all the red spirit fruits on Zongshi Peak were gone, and the spirit liquid in this pot was the only one left.

But Lei Jie still has more than ninety ways, how long can this little spiritual liquid last.

Relying on the spiritual liquid and the spirit-replenishing pills he took occasionally, Mu Sheng resisted more than [-] thunderstorms, and there were still sixty-nine thunderstorms left. Every thunderbolt might kill Mu Sheng.

There was not a single drop of the psychic fluid given by the apprentice, and it would take a while for the elixir to take effect, but Mu Sheng didn't move, lying on the big formation tiredly.

Anyway, the lightning calamity was so fast that it was impossible to dodge it. It would be better to just lie on the big formation and wait for the lightning to strike without moving, saving a little energy.

"Mu Sheng, don't be so decadent!"

Patriarch Lei Linggen of the Sui family spoke anxiously, it was extremely dangerous to treat Lei Jie in such a depressing manner.

Thunder Tribulation is dangerous, and it is not a test of the character of the person who crosses the Tribulation.

How can a person with a weak heart resist the test of that day.

Just like Patriarch Qi Wu, if it wasn't for the last moment, Chang Qu'er regained his fighting spirit, how could he successfully resist the thunder disaster and break through to the Mahayana realm.

"Grandmaster, don't be so depressed!"

Everyone shouted in unison, trying to wake up Mu Sheng's fighting spirit.

But Mu Sheng, who had died several times, was exhausted physically and mentally after taking a ninth-level tonic pill, and he didn't want to pay any attention to those voices from the outside world.

Nine of the ten monks who were tortured by the thunder calamity thought about it, why not just give up, and it would be a happy thing to die.

"Mu Sheng!" Chu Yaohe said, "If you dare to die lying on your stomach like this, I will ask the painter to draw all your ugly appearances lying on your stomach, spread them around, and tell you that in the future, those disciples and grandchildren, you Your alchemy master is just so worthless!"

"You... dare..." Mu Sheng finally responded.

Chu Yaohe said loudly: "Look at how dare I dare! Get up quickly, and don't lose face to the master of alchemy!"

Mu Sheng struggled to get up, but his whole body was in severe pain in his skin, flesh and bones. When the pain was over soaked in the body-exercising soup, he was a little powerless.

An Qingli said in a deep voice: "Master, think about the elixir you hold tightly in your hand, think about your grand plans and great achievements! Stand up and dodge as much as possible, maybe you can dodge."

Mu Sheng seemed to have listened to An Qingli's advice, lying on the big formation, rolling over on the spot.

Just then a terrifying thunderbolt struck down.

The dazzling light made many young disciples unable to open their eyes.

But Mu Sheng just dodged half a foot away, looking at the split formation beside him, he breathed a sigh of relief in surprise and joy, then gradually struggled, clenched the elixir in his hand, and tried to stand up.

But before he could stand still, he fell down on the big formation again, which was amazingly embarrassing.

Such a Mu Sheng could die at any time, so how could it not be worrying.

Because the speed of the elixir and thunder calamity was too astonishing, the person controlling the array had been replaced by the ancestor of Huashen.

However, the ancestor of Huashen controlled the array, and he might not be able to protect Mu Sheng at the critical moment.

Qi Xian, Qi Si, and the two ancestors of Du Jie had already resigned to their fate. They were also prepared to be punished by thunder and punished with such a Mu Sheng, and they were ready to take action at any time to save Mu Sheng's life at a critical moment.

Jieyun is still like a mountain, pressing down on Tian Yunzong.

Many people looked up at Jieyun and Mu Sheng, feeling breathless.

The thunderstorms that the master endured seemed to be hitting them.

Wu Ling hurried back to the sect, and said to Qiu Xuanjing with a teary voice: "Sect Master, that top-grade tonic pill, what kind of spiritual liquid, do you still have it? Our family Shangshan was torn apart, and we need the spiritual liquid of the spiritual pill." Help!"

(End of this chapter)