Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 560
Qiu Xuanjing looked at Mu Sheng from a distance, and then at An Qingli who was recuperating cross-legged, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

Could it be that after the thunder catastrophe, their Tian Yunzong will not only have an extra immortal alchemist, but also an extra immortal alchemist!

Rejoice!

Qiu Xuanjing was overjoyed.

One school and two vehicles, and then there is an immortal alchemy master and an immortal weapon master!
Tianyunzong is simply a place of luck favored by heaven.

The excited shouts of the young disciples continued, and more and more people joined in.

On the other side of Miaoyin Peak, Shangshan, who got six pills of eighth-grade nourishing spirit pills, has already survived the catastrophe of the God of Transformation with a lot of exclamations.

I have personally experienced the terrifying power of thunder, which is one of the reasons why most high-ranking monks, the more they go to the back, the more they cultivate themselves.

Those disciples and elders who were watching Shangshan crossing the tribulation thunder rushed back to the sect one after another, cheering for Mu Sheng.

The Zongmen formation was reopened, and Mu Sheng had already returned to the Zongmen formation.

Many disciples and elders who came back gathered outside the formation, cheering for Mu Sheng.

Shocking shouts.

"Ninety-eight!"

"Ninety-nine!"

"one hundred!"

The "one hundred" was shouted, perhaps because it was an integer, the voice was a bit higher, and there was even cheers from the crowd.

One hundred and eight elixir thunder tribulations began to count down.

Even though Mu Sheng was protected by an immortal cassock, he still lay face down on top of the formation in embarrassment.

However, even though he was so embarrassed and suffered, Mu Sheng couldn't restrain his excitement and joy in his heart.

Outside the big formation, more and more disciples hurried back.

Mu Sheng's brain is not stupid, he probably guessed who snatched those low-level disciples who shouted for him before.

In particular, a cloud of blinding white mist hangs high above the sky, and Shangshan's figure can be vaguely seen inside.

It turned out to be that fellow Shangshan!
Mu Sheng was suffocating in his heart, and before he heard that fellow Shangshan call him "Old Patriarch Mu Sheng", that fellow Shangshan became his junior brother again.

Relying on this resentment, Mu Sheng stood up again, or at least sat up, to resist the next few thunderstorms.

Shangshan, who is not much better than Mu Sheng, has not been able to enter the sect to recuperate for the time being, and only hides in a cloud of white mist, watching Mu Sheng while adjusting his breath to heal his injuries.

Mu Sheng had only half-lengthened himself, when another thunderbolt struck Mu Sheng directly on top of the formation.

The soul lamp in Patriarch Qi Xian's hand trembled and dimmed a little.

But the excited countdown of the little disciples spread into Mu Shenger.

"Eight!"

It has to be said that the shouts of the little disciples gave Mu Sheng great encouragement.

Mu Sheng swallowed a handful of ninth-grade elixir that heals wounds and nourishes spirits, and continued to wait for the thunder disaster to come.

Another lightning struck.

Mu Sheng tried to escape by crawling, but failed, another thunderbolt struck his back.

Fortunately, there is an immortal cassock to protect the body, otherwise the back may be cracked.

The little disciples cried and laughed, and shouted: "Seven!"

The senior bosses tensed up.

There are only the last few thunder tribulations left, if Mu Sheng is in danger, no matter what, he has to take a risk to save him.

There was another thunder, accompanied by a loud roar.

"six!"

The little disciples were very excited, maybe, maybe they will witness history!
How many thousands of years!
Finally, Bian Lanjie is going to produce another elixir teacher.

"five!"

"Four!"

Mu Sheng was already as muddy, lying on top of the large light curtain almost motionless.

Everyone is worried.

Little Pegasus looked at the gray luck on Mu Sheng's head, trembling with fear.

"Mu Sheng!"

The little fox, who was awakened by the thunder and shouts, screamed again in worry.

An Qingli mobilized her spiritual power and said loudly: "Master, think about the pill in your hand, hold on!"

Hearing the voices of the little fox and his apprentice, Mu Sheng moved his left hand slightly, and clenched the Dan in his hand even tighter.

There is still a spiritual treasure pill furnace in his body, eager to try it, and wants to carry the next thunder calamity for him.

However, the alchemy furnace is also Mu Sheng's treasure, and Mu Sheng, who has not completely passed out, is still using his mind to suppress it.

But the alchemy furnace was born with spiritual wisdom, risking self-destruction, suddenly came out of his dantian, spun around in the air, and became several times larger, resisting a thunder disaster for Mu Sheng, and fighting for Mu Sheng's breath opportunity.

The alchemy furnace is not Mu Sheng's talisman, but Mu Sheng is more precious than the talisman.

Not long ago, Mu Sheng died once, and this alchemy furnace lost contact with Mu Sheng, but An Qingli put it into the Qiankun bag and stuffed it under Mu Sheng's cassock again, and Mu Sheng stamped his consciousness on it again, and received it Dantian in his body.

This spirited alchemy furnace had also carried three super-ninth-grade alchemy calamities for Mu Sheng before, but this time the elixir and thunder tribulations were too heavy. Although the alchemy furnace seemed thick, it was actually not too defensive.

After only one elixir thunder came down, cracks appeared in the pill furnace, and Qi Ling fell into a coma.

Mu Sheng's heart ached, but there was no other way for the time being.

Xiao Lingxi opened Lingxi's eyes and said that there were many cracks in the Lingbao pill furnace.

Little Pegasus was worried, and sighed helplessly, gray luck.

Fortunately, after this thunder calamity, there are only the last two thunder calamities.

"Prepare!"

All the Tribulation Transcending Realm and the Thunder Wing Tiger at the Mahayana Realm cheered up.

An Qingli clenched her fists tightly, wondering if that gray luck would cause anything at the critical moment.

Too many people can cause chaos.

For Mu Sheng's sake, An Qingli had no choice but to suddenly say, "Senior Lei Yihu, please save Master at a critical moment."

The ninth-level Thunderwing Tiger nodded in agreement.

As soon as these words came out, those ancestors of the tribulation period naturally heard the implication, and they all stopped, and let the ninth-level Thunder Wing Tiger act.

After all, they are far away from Mu Sheng, and the lightning speed is fast. The ninth-level Thunderwing Tiger is in the Mahayana realm, so it must be better to make a move more securely than them.

Patriarch Qi Wu of the Mahayana realm also came out and appeared, standing opposite the ninth-level Thunderwing Tiger.

"Grandmaster, how much spiritual power is left in the body, can you survive the next thunder disaster?"

Qiu Xuanjing also went to the high altitude, closer to An Qingli, and although Mu Sheng was lying on the front of the formation, his head was intentionally or unintentionally pointed at the direction where his apprentice An Qingli was.

"Thirty...forty percent...yes...yes!"

Mu Sheng, who was blocked by a lightning calamity by the Lingbao Pill Stove, is gradually recovering his spiritual power.

Along with the recovery of his spiritual power, there was also his uncontrollable surging heart.

Because of his heartbeat, Mu Sheng's answering voice was obviously a bit stronger.

Mu Sheng even struggled to stand up, not wanting to continue in this embarrassment.

He is a master of alchemy, and it is very likely that he will be the only elixir master in tens of thousands of years. How can everyone appreciate his embarrassed appearance all the time.

For the last two thunderbolts, he wanted to be struck better.

His great luck is sure to make his wishes come true once again.

He also admitted that his self-willed alchemy this time was more or less like what his apprentice said, because he was too careless because of his great luck.

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