How happy Mu Sheng was when the Ascension Pill was first refined, but now, how desperate Mu Sheng felt.
He is just too willful.
If he had been one day late, or two days late, or if he had informed his apprentice in advance and asked for his opinion before refining the elixir, the apprentice who had come in a hurry would have put on the immortal robes he wanted.
However, he really couldn't wait any longer. As the last few days came, he became more and more itchy to wait.
If he had sent a message to his disciple in advance, then according to his cautious temperament, he would definitely have asked him to wait, and wait.
The apprentice always told him to wait, and he had been waiting for decades.
In fact, he went into seclusion in advance because he wanted to make some preparations a few days in advance. But as he was preparing, he couldn't hold it back and started refining elixirs directly.
This time he made the elixir in advance, not because he was willful on purpose, but because the temptation was too great and he couldn't resist the temptation.
The elixir!
That's the elixir!
He dreams of refining the elixir!
Mu Sheng clenched the unfinished elixir in his hand, not intending to let go until his death.
"Not good!"
The little Pegasus suddenly shouted excitedly: "Grandmaster, Grandmaster...the five purple bands on the head have disappeared and turned into...blue...black luck!"
An Qingli trembled all over.
In an instant, another thunder struck vertically.
Mu Sheng couldn't move at all and was completely struck by the lightning.
"Grandmaster!"
The desperate cry spread throughout Luofeng City.
The foreign monks outside Luofeng City are all timid.
The tears in many people's eyes could not help but roll down.
Mu Sheng's protective robe was completely torn to pieces, and the bones on his hands and legs were exposed.
Because Mu Sheng took many Jasper pills, even under a lightning strike, Mu Sheng's exposed white bones were still as dazzling as white jade.
"Mu Sheng..."
Ancestor Qixian murmured, and the soul lamp in his hand was completely extinguished.
The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger looked gloomy, and its contractual relationship with Mu Sheng was completely severed.
Mu Sheng's palms, which had turned into bones, still firmly grasped the unfinished elixir.
An elixir that has not been completely tempered cannot be considered a real elixir.
Half of Mu Sheng's body was turned into bones, and he lay motionless in the deep pit of the Land of Tribulation.
The calamity cloud seems to be showing signs of receding.
"Mu Sheng!"
Several of the ancestors who had transcended the tribulation moved and moved to Mu Sheng's side sadly.
"Every ancestor, please step aside and continue to protect Master."
An Qingli suddenly said with red eyes.
Several of the Tribulation Ancestors looked at An Qingli, but they were unconvinced.
Because they knew that Mu Sheng had refined the Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill, although these people were sad, they also knew that Mu Sheng still had a glimmer of hope.
However, what if Mu Sheng is resurrected? According to Mu Sheng's stubborn temperament, after resurrection, he will still take his life to temper the elixir.
It might be possible to chop off the bones of Mu Sheng's hand that holds the pill and use it to save Mu Sheng's life, but An Qingli doesn't allow it.
The people in the Tribulation Realm returned to their original positions, formed a large circle, and continued to protect Mu Sheng.
An Qingli set up an isolation barrier, took out the ninth-grade soul-reviving pill that Mu Sheng entrusted to her, and fed it into Mu Sheng's mouth.
For newly deceased people, you can put the Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill directly into your mouth to gather the resurrected soul.
If there is no corpse left, a ray of the deceased's soul can be introduced into the elixir to help the deceased's soul condense and be reborn.
However, when using the Resurrection Pill, you must pay attention to the time limit.
The sooner you use it, the better.
Especially for those who lead the remnant soul and help it return to life, if the time is delayed for a little longer, it will easily lead to incompleteness of the soul and make the reborn person stupid and stupid.
Therefore, the sooner you use this ninth-grade soul-reviving pill, the better. According to records in the classics, it is best not to exceed twelve hours.
After more than twelve hours, even if the deceased is resurrected, he will be no different from the walking corpse.
Of course, An Qingli wanted to resurrect Mu Sheng as soon as possible. How could he do it if he delayed for a long time and damaged his master's intelligence?
Moreover, if the elixir in the master's hand is not refined by thunder and calamity, it will gradually lose its splendor and break into powder.
In the tree house in the Mustard Seed Space, the smelting fire swelled greatly, trying its best to smelt the few high-grade spiritual treasures.
A high-grade spiritual treasure robe is gradually rising in level, but it is still not fast enough. If it is fast enough, the fairy robe can be smelted before Mu Sheng dies.
In the isolation and confinement, An Qingli held Mu Sheng with one hand. When Mu Sheng woke up, he put his hand on Mu Sheng's back and quickly ran the Rejuvenation Secret of All Things to nourish Mu Sheng's heart that was damaged by lightning.
Mu Sheng's lungs and intestines were too damaged, but at this time, he was in a soul-departing state, and taking healing elixirs had no effect at all. He could only use the Rejuvenation Technique to quickly nourish it.
Everything is racing against time.
Outside the isolation area, everyone was waiting anxiously, but someone suddenly expressed doubts.
"Grandmaster, this lightning tribulation is a bit strange."
"Why is it strange?"
"Please pay attention to the body-protecting robes worn by the Grandmaster! In the past, the Grandmaster would wear four or five pieces to survive various thunder tribulations, but this time he only wore one!"
"Really, how can there be only one!"
"It is very rare to find one of the top-grade spiritual treasure robes. Perhaps the master also uses one less!"
"That makes sense, but Grandmaster also had four or five medium- and low-grade spiritual treasures with him during his last thunder catastrophe. Why is there only one this time!"
"That's absolutely true! The Grandmaster also knows that what he is refining is an immortal elixir. According to the Grandmaster's life-loving temperament and generosity, he has to wear four or five more medium and lower spiritual treasures on his body. How come he only wears one?"
"How could this be?"
A group of high-level monks were transmitting messages to each other, and even the seventh- and eighth-grade weapon refining masters in the sect were extremely puzzled.
"Could it be that the Grandmaster was stolen?"
"How is it possible! Who has such courage!"
"Perhaps... the Grandmaster was too obsessed and in a hurry when refining the alchemy, and didn't wear the Lingbao Dharma Clothes on him in advance..."
The two ancestors of Qi Xian thought about each other and looked at each other sadly. This should not be the case. Mu Sheng has never had such a mistake before.
Just when everyone was confused and talking, in the isolation and confinement, Mu Sheng suddenly said: "It's hot."
So hot!
It was so hot that he felt as if his whole body had been burned with a soldering iron.
However, no one paid attention to him.
The isolation restrictions were suddenly lifted.
But I saw a female cultivator in a green shirt, suddenly fluttering her blue wings, and came out with all her strength.
However, the only ones who see all this clearly are the individual cultivators who transform themselves into gods, and those cultivators who have transcended the tribulation realm.
Some people only saw a bright blue light that was more than ten feet wide.
At the same time, an extremely terrifying thunder struck down sharply with the power of destroying the heaven and earth.
Too fast!
The speed is so fast that even the cultivator of the Spirit Transformation has difficulty reacting.
The dazzling thunder even overshadowed the light of the blue wing feathers.
As An Qingli fluttered her wings and walked away, she was affected by the aftereffects of thunder and lightning, but half of her blue wing feathers instantly wrapped around her, protecting her whole body, so that her little Nascent Soul, in its early stage, could barely avoid this attack.
The terrifying thunder is enough to kill the cultivator of the Transformation God.
An Qingli!
Everyone in the sect was shocked again.
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