Legend of the Supreme Sword Immortal

Chapter 269 Refining Peiyuan Pill ([-])
"This time, we must integrate well!"

Feeling that the thirteen balls of spiritual liquid gradually gathered together, Song Qing couldn't help being startled, and prayed silently.

Maybe it was Song Qing's prayer that really worked, and the thirteen balls of psychic liquid were really about to fuse together.

"Haha, it's going to happen!"

Seeing that one-third of the spiritual liquid had been fused, even Song Qing couldn't help showing a gleam of joy on his face, and said with a little excitement.

But, at this moment...

"Zizi...boom!"

The spiritual liquid in the small bronze cauldron suddenly flashed with spiritual light, and then, a thunderous sound came from the small bronze cauldron, and the lid of the small bronze cauldron suddenly flew and hit the beam before falling down.

"puff!"

At the same time, Song Qing's magic power dissipated after staying in the small bronze cauldron, and his spiritual consciousness flickered a few times. Song Qing's face turned red and purple, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it! It still failed at the last moment, and because more elixir was added this time, and more spiritual power was contained in the small bronze cauldron, even I was implicated."

Song Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself at the same time.

"Go on, I don't believe it anymore, I still can't refine a Peiyuan Pill, I was distracted just now, this time I will concentrate on refining alchemy."

Song Qing adjusted his breath for a while, then opened his eyes, and a bright light burst out, exhaled lightly, and gritted his teeth.

Afterwards, Song Qing waved his big sleeves to remove the medicine dregs in the small bronze cauldron, and then pinched a formula, firing several real fires of Samadhi into the small bronze cauldron.

Since the small bronze tripod was still hot, Song Qing did not preheat it, and directly melted and purified the elixir.

As for this process, Song Qing was also very proficient, without any difficulty, he melted and purified it quickly.

After recovering mana for a while, Song Qing began to fuse the elixir, and couldn't help being cautious.

In the previous two alchemy processes, Song Qing had a little understanding of the refining of the Peiyuan Pill, knowing that in the whole process, only the fusion is the most difficult.

After all, in order to fuse various elixir together, it is necessary to neutralize the medicinal properties of these elixir, and the properties of these elixir are different, or even conflict with each other, which is definitely not easy to do.

"Fusion, the most critical step!"

Song Qing was thinking in his heart, and at the same time his nerves were tense, he pinched the magic formula, and began to fuse the elixir.

"Oh!"

There was another thunderous sound, the cauldron flew up, and the furnace exploded!
"Continue!" Song Qing adjusted his breath for a while and gritted his teeth.

Subsequently, melting, purification, and fusion.

"Oh!"

Still fryer!

"Come again!"

Song Qing didn't give up, he cleaned up severely, neither wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, nor adjusted his breath to recover, and started refining Peiyuan Pill again.

"Boom... bang... bang..."

During Song Qing's frantic alchemy, there were constant explosions, and at the same time, without exception, they were all exploded during the process of fusing the elixir.

Facing the bombing furnace again and again, Song Qing not only did not give up, but became even more crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands pinched the magic formula, a little numb, but Song Qing didn't care.

And with Song Qing's crazy alchemy time and time again, his understanding of refining Peiyuan Pill has become more and more profound. In a faint way, Song Qing seems to have felt that he has refined a Peiyuan Pill so well.

However, when Song Qing refines according to his own ideas, there will always be some errors at the beginning, and it is precisely because of these errors that Song Qing fryes the furnace again and again.

But Song Qing was not frustrated, but a little excited. He knew that as long as he could break through this shackle, he could not only refine Peiyuan Pill, but also break through the realm of alchemy.

Knowing this, Song Qing not only did not give up, but became even more crazy.

Because he can clearly feel that every time he destroys a batch of pills, his comprehension will be a little deeper, and he will be closer to that shackle.

At this time, Song Qing deeply understood a sentence, "Although alchemy is the profession that earns the most spirit stones, it is purely smashing spirit stones in the early stage!"

In other words, if you want to earn spirit stones, you must first start by smashing spirit stones!
Song Qing is smashing spirit stones now!

"That's what it feels like!"

At a certain moment, Song Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but feel happy. Now he clearly sensed that "membrane", which could be broken with a poke.

"Fusion!"

Song Qing's hands were like flywheels, and he quickly made a seal, and when the seal was completed, he pointed at the small bronze tripod suspended in the air in front of him.

A green light burst out!

The small bronze cauldron suddenly spun, and then, inside the small bronze cauldron, the thirteen balls of spiritual liquid also began to slowly rotate around the center of the small bronze cauldron.

As time passed, the thirteen balls of spiritual liquid gradually moved closer together, and at the same time the spiritual liquid was spinning faster and faster.

"it is good!"

Song Qing secretly said in his heart, but he didn't relax at all. He let out all his spiritual consciousness, and wrapped the whole small bronze tripod with three layers inside and outside.

Concentrate on the spirit liquid in the small cauldron!

Slowly, those spiritual liquids began to fuse together, one ball... two balls... five balls... ten balls...

"The thirteen groups of spiritual liquids are finally fused!"

At a certain moment, Song Qing couldn't help showing a hint of joy on his face, and couldn't help laughing.

After dozens of frying furnaces, Song Qing finally fused a spirit liquid of Peiyuan Pill.

In the small bronze cauldron, a mass of egg-sized spirit liquid doped with five colors was quietly suspended, and under this mass of spirit liquid, the milky white Samadhi True Fire was burning blazingly.

"Now it's the last step, solidification and refinement!"

Song Qing let out a long breath of foul air, his eyes sparkled, and he said something in a low voice.

"disease!"

After recalling the content on the jade slips for a while, Song Qing then quickly began to seal the final seal, and when it was printed, Song Qing pointed at the small bronze cauldron several times, and one after another formulas were punched into the small bronze cauldron.

Just when Song Qing played these spells, the small bronze tripod suddenly "buzzed" and circled vaguely in the air, and traces of milky white flames overflowed.

Now those spells played by Song Qing actually increased the fire of samadhi in the small bronze tripod, overflowing the small bronze tripod.

"Zizi..."

At the same time as these samadhi true fires overflowed, the egg-sized spiritual liquid in the small bronze tripod also began to gradually condense.

As the spiritual liquid gradually concentrated, the color of the spiritual liquid gradually turned black!

"It's solidified, refined!"

After about a stick of incense, Song Qing showed a gleam of joy again, and said secretly.

After all, the formula in Song Qing's hand suddenly changed, and in the small bronze cauldron, the ball of spiritual liquid had already turned into a jet-black pill the size of a quail egg.

After hitting the small bronze tripod several times in a row, Song Qing closed his eyes, embraced Yuan as one, and no longer cared about the small bronze tripod in the air.

It seems to be sitting and waiting for something.

(End of this chapter)