Mu Sheng angrily threw the array disk, the timing was just right, his aim was unbiased, and he just happened to be aiming at the thunder that fell.
The defensive array bore all the power of thunder and lightning, and Mu Sheng was not affected at all.
"Good accuracy!"
Mu Sheng glanced up and was shocked. This was the most accurate throw he had ever made in throwing a defensive array disk.
"good!"
"very nice!"
“Grandmaster is awesome!”
Some disciples of the Tianyun Sect actually clapped their hands. The master's hand was so accurate, like a bow wielder in the secular world who hit the bull's-eye with one arrow.
Mu Sheng was quite proud that the hard training he had endured was not in vain, but then a thunder struck down, causing Mu Sheng's defensive robe to be scrapped, and he also lost most of his spiritual energy in an instant.
"oops!"
Some young disciples couldn't bear to close their eyes.
The little fox's fur stood on end.
An Qingli's heart also jumped.
The little Pegasus quickly said: "Master, the Grandmaster has red luck on his head, so there shouldn't be any accidents."
In fact, the thunder tribulation was so powerful, and the Grandmaster's muscles and bones were so brittle that he didn't know how many times he could be struck by it.
The Grandmaster must not get into trouble, it still needs snacks refined by the Grandmaster.
An Qingli tried to calm down.
Mu Sheng panicked and quickly swallowed the spirit-boosting elixir. He held the elixir tightly with one hand to protect his head and the formation plate with the other hand for defense.
The image of a master was gone again, and he became a coward hiding from thunder.
"Don't panic!"
Lord Lei Linggen's anger sank into his Dantian and he shouted loudly.
This is the man who trained Mu Sheng in the barren mountain to survive the thunder tribulation.
If Mu Sheng insisted on refining the ninth-grade elixir, there might be a thunder catastrophe every few years or decades. Being struck by lightning so frequently meant that Mu Sheng had to improve his ability to withstand thunder catastrophes.
Mu Sheng swallowed nervously, but upon hearing this familiar voice, he calmed down a bit.
"very good!"
Lord Lei Linggen raised his voice to encourage him.
This Taoist Lord Leilinggen came from the Sui family in Old Que City and was also the great-grandfather of Sui Zhen.
Mu Sheng was still a little afraid of his hands and feet. Thunder catastrophe was no child's play. There were many monks who were wiped out in ashes by thunder catastrophe.
He had seen that scene with his own eyes. A good monk was hit by a bolt of thunder, and the monk turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated between heaven and earth in an instant.
He was able to successfully survive the last Dan Lei tribulation, thanks to the fact that his body was not heavy in cause and effect, and Heaven did not want to accept him.
During the Thunder Tribulation, Mu Sheng was somewhat in the shadow.
"Don't be afraid!" Daojun Lei Linggen continued to cheer, "If you persist for just half an hour, the elixir will be ready! Mu Sheng, you are the man who wants to become an elixir master in the lower world!"
Some people looked at each other in confusion, feeling that Master Lei Linggen was trying to coax his own child, and wondered whether this trick would work.
However, the next moment, Mu Sheng held the elixir in his hand, raised his arms to the sky, stood up and shouted: "Yes, I, Mu Sheng, am the man who wants to become an immortal alchemist! Come on, there are plenty of arrays, I'm not afraid."
A thunder as thick as a bucket gave Mu Sheng a response.
Another layer of defensive vestments is missing.
An Qingli's breathing stopped for a moment.
Mu Sheng fell on the sect-protecting formation, struggled again, got up in embarrassment, swallowed the spirit-boosting elixir, hunched over, and murmured: "I, Mu Sheng, will become an immortal alchemist in the lower world in the future.
If you are not afraid, why should you be afraid of thunder?"
"Mu Sheng."
As a sworn spirit beast, the little fox can best feel the sin that Mu Sheng is suffering at this moment.
The hardships and sins Mu Sheng of his family had never experienced in the past six hundred years were all made up for in these two Dan Lei tribulations.
In fact, becoming a ninth-grade alchemy master is already a great achievement. There is no need to risk your life to become an immortal alchemy master.
In the Bianlan Realm, almost when the phoenix disappeared, the elixir masters also became extinct.
However, Mu Sheng was still mumbling words.
"If you're not afraid of death, why should you be afraid of thunder catastrophe? What's the point of being afraid of thunder catastrophe? The worst case is death, the worst case is death!"
Mu Sheng's back became straighter and straighter.
"Master is mighty!"
An Qingli clenched his fists to cheer for Mu Sheng.
Master is also a strong person in alchemy, not inferior to any cultivator!
Counting the hours, the sky in the distance should be getting brighter, although there are still thick black clouds in the sky above Tianyun Sect in Luofeng City.
"It's going to be daybreak!"
Qiu Xuanjing spoke out.
"It's going to be daybreak!"
Some people's eyes were filled with excitement.
"It's going to be daybreak!"
Everyone in the Tianyun Sect stood ready, and all the Tribulation Ancestors displayed their natal magic weapons.
If you tolerate these robbers once, you cannot tolerate them a second time. If you tolerate it again and again, you will never stop.
There is no hope of ascension, the world and people's hearts are getting worse, and I don't know when, even openly going to other people's homes to rob the owner's things is considered reasonable by default.
Today, there are always some people whose lives should be left here.
"Hey, it seems that Tianyun Sect is ready to play it real, there is a fierce battle to be fought!"
The ancestors of the Tribulation Tribulation Sect of Wanjian Sect were so excited that they each revealed their magic swords with a "Cang" sound, eager to try.
An Qingli looked at the big swordsmen, feeling inexplicably excited, but then he looked back and looked at his master Mu Sheng who had three thunder tribulations left.
"Do you really want to fight?"
People from the Tianyin Sect came to join in the fun again.
"Thirty-six against forty-nine, one guard against the other, there are not enough manpower."
The Tianyin Sect's Beiqiu old mother likes to participate in this kind of excitement: "What's more, not all of those thirty-six people may sincerely protect each other. If they can't protect them all, they will fish in troubled waters and use Mu Sheng's elixir.
You have taken it away. Members of the Tianyun Sect, you might as well consider the conditions of our Tianyin Sect and exchange eighth-level items for ninth-level elixirs. It is an extremely cost-effective deal, isn't it?"
It's a pity that no one from Tianyun Sect paid attention to them.
Old Mother Beiqiu shrugged regretfully, pinched her long black nails, and withdrew from the battle circle with the Tianyin Sect.
The Tianyun Sect didn't know what was good and what was wrong, so it was left to the Tianyun Sect to risk their lives. When the time came, they would lose their wives and lose their troops. For the Tianyin Sect, it would be a great good thing.
It was already dawn, but the sky above Tianyun Sect was as dark as a long night, and it was terrifyingly gloomy.
With Mu Sheng as the center, a large fighting circle was formed in Nuo.
In this circle, there are all the big guys who have overcome the tribulation.
The monks who transformed themselves into gods did not dare to squeeze in, but formed a larger circle outside that circle.
In this larger circle, many people have the intention of picking up the slack.
When their strength is insufficient, many people place their hope in luck.
just in case!
What if!
Just in case that Super Ninth Grade Pill happened to fall into their arms.
As for the outermost circle, it is densely packed, numerous and crowded. There are many monks who come here specially to join in the fun, both high-level and low-level.
It’s not all just joining in the fun.
Some people want to witness the birth of the Super Ninth Grade Pill with their own eyes, while others want to learn what they need from the melee fighting methods of high-level monks.
In this melee, there were all Dharma cultivators, sword cultivators, formation cultivators, talisman cultivators, poison cultivators, evil cultivators, demon cultivators, and demon cultivators.
It would be a pity to miss such a powerful fighting force.
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