Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 557
How happy Mu Sheng was at the beginning of refining the Feisheng Pill, but how desperate Mu Sheng was at this moment.

He's just way too willful.

If he is one day late, or two days late, or informs his disciples in advance before alchemy, and asks his disciples for their opinions, then the disciple who came in a hurry will put on the fairy robe he wants.

However, he really couldn't wait any longer, and the more it got to the last few days, the more itchy he waited.

If he asked his apprentice through voice transmission in advance, then according to his cautious temperament, he would definitely let him wait, and wait.

The apprentice always told him to wait, and he had been waiting for decades.

In fact, he retreated in advance, that is, he just wanted to make some preparations a few days in advance, but he couldn't hold back when he was preparing, and started directly refining alchemy.

The alchemy in advance this time was not due to his intentional willfulness, but because the temptation was too great and he couldn't hold back the temptation.

Elixir!
That's an elixir!
He dreamed of refining the elixir!
Mu Sheng clenched the elixir that hadn't been tempered tightly in his hand, and he didn't intend to let go even if he died.

"Not good!"

Little Pegasus suddenly shouted excitedly: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster...the five-segment purple on his head is gone, it has changed...blue...black luck!"

An Qingli trembled all over.

In an instant, another thunderbolt struck down vertically.

Mu Sheng couldn't move at all, and he was really hit by the lightning strike.

"Master!"

Desperate cries spread throughout Luofeng City.

Those foreign monks outside Luofeng City were also terrified.

The tears in many people's eyes could not help but roll down.

Mu Sheng's body armor was completely torn apart, revealing the white bones on his hands and legs.

Because Mu Sheng took a lot of jasper pills, even under the lightning strike, Mu Sheng's exposed bones were still as dazzling as white jade.

"Mu Sheng..."

Patriarch Qi Xian murmured, the soul lamp in his hand was completely extinguished.

The ninth-level Thunderwing Tiger looked gloomy, and the contract relationship between it and Mu Sheng was completely severed.

Mu Sheng's palm, which had turned into bones, was still firmly holding the elixir that had not been refined.

An elixir that has not been refined is not considered a real elixir.

Half of Mu Sheng's body was bones, and he just lay motionless in the deep pit of the Transcending Tribulation Land.

Jieyun seemed to be showing signs of receding.

"Mu Sheng!"

The figures of the ancestors who crossed the catastrophe moved, and moved to Mu Sheng's side in pain.

"All patriarchs, please step aside and continue to protect Master."

An Qingli suddenly made a sound with red eyes.

The several ancestors of Dujie looked at An Qingli, but they were not indifferent.

Because they knew that Mu Shenglian had the Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill, so although these people were grieving, they also knew that Mu Sheng still had a glimmer of life.

But even if Mu Sheng is resurrected, so what, according to Mu Sheng's stubborn temperament, after resurrection, he still has to take his life to temper the alchemy.

It might be possible to cut off the bone of Mu Sheng's hand holding the pill to save Mu Sheng's life, but An Qingli did not allow it.

The digital tribulation realm retreated back to the original place, formed a large circle, and continued to protect Mu Sheng.

An Qingli set up a quarantine, took out the Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill that Mu Sheng entrusted to her, and fed it into Mu Sheng's mouth.

For the newly dead, you can put the Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill directly in your mouth to gather the living soul.

If it is for a person with no bones left, it can lead the soul of the dead into the alchemy, and help the dead to be reborn.

But for the use of the Resurrection Pill, you have to pay attention to the time limit.

The sooner you use it, the better.

Especially for those who lure remnant souls and help them revive, if the time is delayed for a long time, it is very easy to lead to insomnia, making the reborn person stupid and stupid.

Therefore, the sooner you use this Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill, the better. It is recorded in the classics that it is best not to exceed twelve o'clock.

After more than twelve hours, even if the dead are resurrected, they are no different from walking dead.

Of course, An Qingli wanted to revive Mu Sheng as soon as possible, but if the delay was too long, it would hurt the master's intelligence, so how could it work.

What's more, if the elixir in Master's hand is not continuously tempered by the thunder calamity, it will gradually lose its color and shatter into powder.

In the tree house in the mustard space, the smelting fire's belly swelled enormously, trying his best to smelt those few high-grade spirit treasures.

A high-grade spiritual treasure vestment is gradually being upgraded, but it is still not fast enough. If it is really fast enough, it will be able to smelt the immortal robe before Mu Sheng dies.

In the isolation and restriction, An Qingli supported Mu Sheng with one hand, and when Mu Sheng woke up, he put his hand on Mu Sheng's back again, and quickly ran the formula of rejuvenation to nourish Mu Sheng's lungs that had been struck by lightning.

Mu Sheng's lungs have been damaged too much, but at this time, in the state of leaving the soul, taking healing pills will not work at all, so he can only use the Jue of Rejuvenation to nourish quickly.

Everything is racing against time.

Outside the isolation and restriction, everyone was waiting anxiously, but someone suddenly made a sound of doubt.

"Grandmaster's lightning tribulation this time is a bit strange."

"Why is it strange?"

"Pay attention to the robes worn by Grandmaster! Before, Grandmaster used to wear four or five pieces during various lightning calamities, but this time he only wore one!"

"Really, how come there is only one piece!"

"It's very rare to have one of the high-grade spiritual treasure vestments. Perhaps the Grandmaster also uses one and loses one!"

"That makes sense, but the Grandmaster also had four or five low-level spirit treasures by his side last time during the Thunder Tribulation, why this time, there is only one!"

"Extremely true! Grandmaster also knows that what he is refining is a fairy medicine pill. According to the temperament and wealth of the grandmaster who cherishes his life, he would have to wear four or five middle and lower spirit treasures on his body. How could he only wear one?"

"How could this be!"

A group of high-ranking monks communicated with each other, and even the seventh-rank and eighth-rank weapon refining masters of the sect were extremely puzzled.

"Could it be that the master was stolen?"

"How is it possible! Who has such courage!"

"Maybe it's...the Grandmaster was too obsessed and hasty in alchemy, and didn't put on the magic robe of the spirit treasure first..."

Qi Xianqi thought to the two patriarchs, they looked at each other in pain, this should not happen, Mu Sheng had never had such a trouble before.

Just when everyone was discussing in confusion, in the isolation and restriction, Mu Sheng suddenly groaned: "Hot."

So hot!

It was as hot as if he had been burned by a branding iron.

However, no one paid any attention to him.

The quarantine was suddenly lifted.

But seeing a female cultivator in green shirt, she suddenly fluttered her blue wings and rushed out.

However, the only ones who can see all this clearly are individual cultivators who transform themselves into gods, as well as those cultivators who have crossed the tribulation realm.

Some people only see a blue light that is more than ten feet wide.

At the same time, a horrific thunderbolt descended sharply with the might of destroying heaven and earth.

too fast!
The speed is so fast that it is difficult for the cultivators of Huashen to react.

The dazzling thunder even covered the light of the blue wings and feathers.

An Qingli, who was fluttering away, was affected by the aftermath of thunder and lightning, but half of the blue wing feathers circled around her in an instant, protecting her whole body, which made her, a little nascent infant, barely able to avoid this attack. A terrifying thunderbolt powerful enough to kill a cultivator who transformed himself into a god.

An Qingli!
Everyone in the sect was shocked again.

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(End of this chapter)