The dangers of thunder and disaster are all relative.
Mu Sheng's Immortal Pill Thunder Tribulation, in the view of Qi Wu in the later stages of the Tribulation, although it was dangerous, was within the tolerable range.
As for the Thunder Tribulation of the Supreme Good, for a late Nascent Soul, it is simply an existence that can be wiped out.
The thunderbolts, like heavy punches, came down one after another quickly and urgently, giving Shangshen little chance to breathe.
The Supreme Good turned into water and escaped again, but still couldn't completely escape.
A bolt of thunder struck down, directly scattering the Supreme Being who had turned into water.
Wu Ling, who followed Shan Shan in forming a master-servant contract, could feel Shan Shan's weakness the most, so he hurried back to the sect and asked Qiu Xuanjing for a life-saving high-level spirit-restoring elixir.
High-level spiritual replenishing pills can't be obtained just by spending spirit stones and contribution points.
Generally speaking, seventh- and eighth-level elixirs will be distributed to high-level monks every month on a monthly basis.
Whenever the sect has excess, once it is exchanged, it will be snatched away by the big guys in the sect.
Because there are few high-level alchemists and insufficient high-level resources, every high-level elixir is a treasure.
In Tianyun Sect, where the master of alchemy is located, high-level elixirs are so scarce, let alone other places.
Let’s just say that Wu Ling has accumulated a lot of contribution points, but has nowhere to spend them. He wants to save them and exchange them for the Jasper Pill for the Supreme Good, but he doesn’t have any. He wants to exchange them for the eighth or ninth level Spirit Replenishing Pill for the Supreme Good, but he hasn’t been ranked yet.
It is no exaggeration to say that high-level spirit-boosting pills may be life-saving treasures for those big martial arts masters who fight and kill at critical moments.
However, now, the supreme good under the thunder calamity also needs high-level spiritual replenishing pills to save his life.
"Sect Master!" Wu Ling said with red eyes, "I will spend double the contribution points to exchange for the ninth-grade spirit-boosting pill for the Supreme Good!"
Qiu Xuanjing said anxiously: "There are always high-level spirit-boosting pills that you can use every pill you have. The sect never has any in stock. Find it quickly..."
After saying this, Qiu Xuanjing stretched out his hand, intending to point it at Mu Sheng, but Mu Sheng was exhausted and lying on the formation, and was locked by the elixir and thunder, so he could not help at all.
So Qiu Xuanjing moved his fingers and wanted to point at Chu Yaohe again.
But Chu Yao and an alchemy cultivator were not in a hurry to survive the thunder tribulation, so how could they find a ninth-grade soul-boosting elixir nearby.
So Qiu Xuanjing quickly moved his fingers and pointed at An Qingli, who only had Mu Sheng in his eyes.
An Qingli paid full attention to his master Mu Sheng.
Wu Ling took Qiu Xuanjing and suddenly moved behind An Qingli.
"What's the matter?" Ancestor Qi Min turned around, looked at his sect master's grandson, and asked in a deep voice.
Qiu Xuanjing's front skirt was still full of blood stains.
"Shangshan can't hold it anymore!" Qiu Xuanjing said anxiously, "The ancestor may have eight or nine grades of spirit-boosting pills on his body, and I can temporarily lend some to Shangshan."
"The eighth level won't help, the ninth level isn't there yet." Ancestor Qi Min groaned and patted An Qingli on the shoulder.
An Qingli was too focused on Mu Sheng and was reminded by Qi Min, so he hurriedly turned around.
"Little girl, do you have a ninth-grade soul-boosting pill there?" Wu Ling said with a cry.
"There is no Ninth Grade." An Qingli has a spirit-boosting pill. He doesn't need it for Ninth Grade, and his master didn't give it to him. He has some training pills for Seventh and Eighth Grade.
"Senior Nephew An, oh, Junior Sister Anxiety!" Sect Master Qiu Xuanjing said in person, anxiously, "Seventh and eighth grades can do it, Shangshan is waiting for help."
The sect leader asked for it in person, and the proper structure must still be in place.
An Qingli patted the storage bag with his hand and immediately gave him six eighth-grade spirit-boosting pills, so that Wu Ling wouldn't have to continue to struggle here.
"Good girl, I will remember this kindness on behalf of the Supreme Being!" Wu Ling felt as if she had found a treasure, holding six eighth-grade spirit-boosting pills in her hands, and left quickly.
As for the money for the elixir, it will definitely have to be repaid in the future. It and the Supreme Good are both short of contribution points and spiritual stones.
The eyes of some high-level monks flickered. An Qingli was indeed the master's disciple, and his actions were simply too generous.
However, An Qingli ignored that and sent the Wuling away to the Tribulation Realm, and immediately looked at Mu Sheng intently.
Mu Sheng couldn't stand up at all and could only roll on the formation.
Seeing the thunder calamity falling, he used all his strength and rolled to the side.
But it only succeeded once or twice, and they all rolled out early. By chance, they just avoided Zhang Xu, but the other few times, they were still struck by lightning and lost half of their lives.
It would take some time for the ninth-grade spirit-boosting pill to take effect, and Mu Sheng tried his best to save the spiritual energy in his body.
Suddenly there was another thunderbolt.
It hit the rolling Mu Sheng directly.
Screams spread.
The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger trembled all over.
Not only was Mu Sheng hit, but a foot-wide crack was opened in the sect-protecting formation under Mu Sheng.
Like coke, Mu Sheng fell from a high altitude into the dust. His protective robes shattered, and Mu Sheng's soul card was completely shattered in An Qingli's hands.
"Master!"
An Qingli's eyes turned red for a moment, and he hurriedly took a look at the soul lamp in Patriarch Qi Xian's hand.
The soul lamp went out in an instant, but slowly produced a little bit of faint light.
Real lives hang by a thread.
"Grandmaster..."
One of the young disciples hugged his head and cried.
The little fox, who was stunned by the Thunder Winged Tiger, suddenly woke up and called Mu Sheng worriedly.
"Little fox, nothing can happen to little fox..."
Mu Sheng seemed to hear the worried cry of the little fox. He used the last bit of strength in his body, moved his fingers slightly, forced out a small drop of blood from his fingers, and terminated the contract with the little fox.
The contract between him and the little fox was a master-servant contract. If anything happened to him, the little fox would also die.
"Mu Sheng!"
The little fox felt that the connection with Mu Sheng had suddenly disappeared, and couldn't help crying out in grief.
"Mu Sheng is doing this for your own good." The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger sighed deeply, and stunned the excited little fox.
After terminating the contract with the little fox, Mu Sheng lay on the scorched earth without wanting to move at all.
But the elixir in his hand was tightly held tightly, and he wouldn't let go of it no matter what.
"Save Dan to save your life, Mu Sheng..."
"Save the elixir to save your life, Grandmaster..."
Many bigwigs cried out to persuade each other.
But Mu Sheng didn't seem to hear it at all. He only held the pill in his hand tightly, as if he wanted to go to hell together.
The alchemy elders of Tianyun Sect looked sad, but for the master who sacrificed his life to refine alchemy, they felt more respect and admiration from the bottom of their hearts.
When an alchemist abandons the elixir in his hand, it is like a swordsman abandoning the sword in his hand. It is a betrayal of the way he cultivates.
The sect-protecting formation is temporarily withdrawn.
Mu Sheng's life was hanging by a thread at this moment, but he refused to give up the pill in his hand, and there were still half of the one hundred and eight immortal pills and thunder tribulations left.
Even if someone takes the risk of thunder punishment to save Mu Sheng once, as long as Mu Sheng refuses to give up the elixir, who will bear the remaining fifty dozen thunder punishments?
Moreover, the more times the thunder tribulations are interfered with, the more severe thunder tribulations and punishments descended by Heaven will become more severe. What should Mu Sheng do at that time?
Mu Sheng vows to practice his alchemy to the death, what can the others do to him?