The speed at which red spirit fruit restores spiritual power is extremely fast.
When An Qingli was in the Fengyu Secret Realm in the early stages of foundation building, he could quickly replenish his spiritual power thanks to the diluted Hongling Fruit Wine.
Mu Sheng was already in the early stage of becoming a god. If he only relied on ready-made red spirit fruits to replenish his spiritual power, it would only be a drop in the bucket. Only the condensed red spirit fruit could allow Mu Sheng to restore his spiritual power in a short time.
Furthermore, this condensation of the red spirit fruit can only be carried out in a very short period of time, otherwise it will not work if the spiritual energy in the juice spreads over time.
Thanks to An Qingli's mustard seed space, he could condense many red spirit fruits with just a few thoughts.
With the spiritual liquid in hand, Mu Sheng temporarily had some breathing space. After several lightning disasters, he was not in danger.
Mu Sheng, who had regained his composure, finally had time to look around for a while.
But after looking at it, I found that there was something wrong with the atmosphere of this thunder tribulation.
Where have those young disciples who are responsible for cheering and applauding gone?
He remembered, however, that in the past, whether he was going through an advanced thunder tribulation or an elixir thunder tribulation, there were densely packed young disciples who actively supported him.
The number of young disciples who cheered for him this time was not even one-tenth of what he had before.
"Where have those young disciples gone?" Mu Sheng, who had charred hair, took the time to ask.
Many high-level bosses twitched their lips. What time had it been? The grandmaster actually had the time to pay attention to this.
The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger reminded in a deep voice: "Mu Sheng, concentrate on overcoming the tribulation!"
Mu Sheng held the formation plate in his hand that he had not had time to throw out. Just as he was about to nod, he realized that there was also a huge calamity cloud in the sky above Yin Zong that day.
All around Jie Yun were dense crowds of people watching.
"Who is going through the tribulation?" Mu Sheng asked unhappily while paying attention to the sky above.
This elixir and lightning tribulation was so fast that the array disk in his hand almost became a decoration, relying purely on the defensive robes on his body and the continuously replenished spiritual power to passively hold on.
Not even a drop of the few vials of spiritual fluid left by the disciple was left, and he didn’t know how long he could resist the one hundred and eight elixirs and lightning tribulations.
Qiu Xuanjing covered his chest with surging blood, holding a ninth-grade resurrecting pill in his hand, and said with red eyes: "It's not important, Mu Sheng, be obedient and concentrate on overcoming your thunder tribulation."
While he was talking, another thunder struck down sharply.
Mu Sheng didn't even have time to hide, and was struck by lightning again.
Amid the exclamations, Mu Sheng lay embarrassed on top of the large array of light curtains.
Many Tianyun Sect monks suffered from liver and gallbladder splitting, and many Tianyun Sect elders closed their eyes in almost despair.
Where does a grandmaster with such a slow response get the confidence to fight against one hundred and eight elixirs and thunder calamities.
I simply don’t know how to write the word death.
The high-level monks who were forced to stop outside Luofeng City were all heartbroken when they saw such a vulnerable master.
If Mu Sheng is good at something, then where will they find their ninth-grade elixirs from now on?
An Qingli put his right hand down, with his palm facing the green wine pot containing the spiritual fluid, and gently touched it.
The green wine bottle immediately moved and moved to a position a hundred feet away from Mu Sheng.
"Good apprentice."
Mu Sheng made a weak sound, channeled the remaining spiritual power in his body, moved to that place, grabbed the green wine bottle in his hand, and impatiently poured a few more mouthfuls of spiritual liquid into his mouth.
"Save your drink, Mu Sheng!"
Ancestor Qi Min couldn't help but remind him that all the red spirit fruits on Grandmaster Peak were gone, and the spiritual liquid in this pot was the only one left.
But there are still more than ninety thunder tribulations, how long can this little spiritual liquid last?
Mu Sheng relied on the spiritual liquid and the spirit-boosting pills he took occasionally to withstand more than twenty thunders. There were still sixty-nine thunders left. Each thunder could kill Mu Sheng.
Not a drop of the spiritual fluid left by the apprentice was left. It would take a while and a half for the spirit-boosting pill to take effect. Mu Sheng could not move, lying on the formation tiredly.
Anyway, the thunderstorm was so fast that it was impossible to dodge, so it was better to lie down in the formation and wait for the lightning strike without moving, thus saving some energy.
"Mu Sheng, don't be so decadent!"
Ancestor Lei Linggen of the Sui family spoke anxiously. It was extremely dangerous to treat Lei Jie with such a negative attitude.
Thunder tribulations are dangerous, and they test the character of those who survive the tribulation.
How can a person with a weak will resist the test of heaven?
Just like Ancestor Qiwu, if Changqu'er hadn't regained his fighting spirit at the last moment, how could he have successfully resisted the thunder tribulation and broken through to the Mahayana realm.
"Grandmaster, don't be so depressed!"
Everyone shouted in unison, trying to awaken Mu Sheng's fighting spirit.
But Mu Sheng, who had come back from the dead several times, took a ninth-level spirit-boosting pill and was exhausted both physically and mentally. He no longer wanted to pay attention to the voices from the outside world.
Nine out of ten monks who were tortured by lightning tribulation thought that it would be better to just give up and die, which would be a happy thing.
"Mu Sheng!" Chu Yaohe said, "If you dare to die lying down like this, I will ask the painter to draw all the ugly looks of you lying down and die, and spread it around so that you can tell your disciples and grandchildren in the future, you
The alchemy master is so useless!"
"You...dare..." Mu Sheng finally responded.
Chu Yaohe said loudly: "See if I dare! Get up quickly, don't lose the face of the alchemy master!"
Mu Sheng struggled to get up, but his skin, flesh and bones were all in severe pain. The pain was worse than soaking in a body-building potion, and he was quite 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 hide as much as possible, maybe you can escape."
Mu Sheng seemed to have listened to An Qingli's advice, lying down on the formation and rolling on the spot.
Just then a terrifying thunder struck.
The dazzling light made many young disciples unable to open their eyes.
But Mu Sheng just managed to dodge half a foot away. Looking at the split formation on the side, he breathed a sigh of relief with surprise and joy. He gradually struggled again, clenched the elixir in his hand, and tried to stand up.
But before he could stand firm, he fell onto the formation again, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.
Mu Sheng could die at any time, how could he not make people worried?
Because the speed of the elixir and thunder calamity was so amazing, the person controlling the formation has been replaced by the ancestor of the gods.
However, the ancestor of the gods controlling the formation may not be able to protect Mu Sheng at the critical moment.
The two Tribulation Ancestors Qi Xian and Qi Si had already accepted their fate. When faced with such a Mu Sheng, they were prepared to be punished by thunder and were ready to take action at any time to save Mu Sheng's life at the critical moment.
The calamity cloud is still like a mountain, pressing over Tianyun Sect.
Many people looked up at Jie Yun and Mu Sheng, feeling breathless.
The lightning disasters that the Grandmaster endured seemed to be hitting them.
Wu Ling hurried back to the sect and said to Qiu Xuanjing with a tearful voice: "Sect Master, do you have any more of that top-quality spirit-replenishing pill or spiritual liquid? Our family, the Supreme Being, was split into pieces and we need the spiritual liquid."