In fact, the Grandmaster was so willful and put his master through a life-and-death calamity. Little Huzi was extremely displeased.
If its owner has bad intentions, it will die as well.
Xiao Huzi felt a fire in his heart. This grandmaster really lost his good feelings for a hundred years!
No matter how many elixirs were used in the past, they could not temporarily calm the raging anger in Xiao Huzi's heart.
In order to calm Xiao Huzi's inner anger, I'm afraid he will have to get more spiritual stones and elixirs.
The seventh-level little tiger suppressed his anger and said loudly: "Grandmaster, open your eyes and you will be able to survive the disaster!"
Mu Sheng was rising and falling in the air. The soft purple light on his body had disappeared. He closed his eyes and kept shouting "hot". He seemed to faintly hear the roar of the little tiger, but at this moment, he still felt like he was in a sea of fire.
It was like I didn’t even hear the little tiger’s roar.
Suddenly there was another gust of wind.
It's a dark wind.
It's like the dark wind coming from the underworld.
Along with the dark wind comes a dark cloud.
It was a cold air that could freeze the soul.
The ancestor of the Tribulation Tribulation couldn't help but shudder.
But Mu Sheng felt extremely comfortable.
Mu Sheng couldn't help but groan again, then his expression relaxed and he slowly opened his eyes.
The little Pegasus's eyes widened greatly.
Gray luck?
At this moment, what is above Mu Sheng's head is gray luck!
What kind of luck is gray luck?
Is it the unique luck of people who have come back from the dead?
The ancestors of the clan have never told it, and it is not sure.
But at least it also opened his eyes, seeing a person with gray luck for the first time.
"It's just that Feng Ming isn't here." Xiao Huzi trembled and said, "I wonder if that sinister wind just now brought the remnants of the Grandmaster's spirit back to his place?"
An Qingli, who was pale, also opened his eyes and looked at Mu Sheng.
Mu Sheng with gray luck.
"Apprentice!" Mu Sheng seemed to have woken up from a slumber. His body was still full of spiritual energy. He touched the bright purple robe that was still hot and felt that the robe was of a different grade than before. He smiled and said,
"When will you put this robe on your master?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked at each other in confusion. Perhaps this grandmaster didn't know that he had already died once just now.
Die without knowing it!
An Qingli mobilized his spiritual power and responded: "Master, the Resurrection Pill has been used. There will be no second chance of resurrection. I will devote myself to overcoming the disaster!"
"What?!"
Mu Sheng was shocked, as if he had been struck by thunder, but at this moment, another thunder struck directly on the top of Mu Sheng's head.
There was no surprise. Amidst the exclamations, Mu Sheng was struck by lightning again.
However, there were immortal protective robes blocking him. Although Mu Sheng was in danger, his body was not affected, but his spiritual energy was severely depleted.
"Take the spirit-boosting pill quickly!"
An Qingli couldn't help but remind her that she, like many high-level monks present, were worried about estimating the loss of Mu Sheng's physical strength and spiritual power.
After being reminded by his apprentice, Mu Sheng hurriedly took the spirit-boosting elixir.
After the other high-level bosses exchanged glances with each other, they had completely confirmed the grade of the robe worn by Mu Sheng.
Immortal level?
It turned out to be an immortal level!
There are no immortal-level weapon refiners in the Bianlan Realm, and there is only one ninth-level weapon refiner master alive.
But how can the master of weapon refining make immortal protective robes?
Besides, the bright purple robe looks like Mu Sheng's style at first glance, and it's not an ancient treasure.
So where did this immortal defensive robe come from?
Anyway, this immortal robe must not have been on Mu Sheng at the beginning, otherwise Mu Sheng would have put it on him at the beginning.
A large group of high-level bosses turned their attention to An Qingli.
Especially the several masters of weapon refining at the Treasure Weapon Peak, their eyes were full of sparks, as if they wanted to roast An Qingli.
Could it be...
Could it be that An Qingli can also make immortal weapons?
How is it possible that An Qingli is only at this age and in the early stage of Nascent Soul? No matter how talented he is, he still cannot create an immortal weapon.
unless……
Unless it was An Qingli who met an unborn immortal weapon refiner by chance, or raised an immortal weapon refiner in a space magic weapon!
Several weapon-refining masters from Tianyun Sect could not restrain their excitement and rushed to An Qingli.
An Qingli shook his head slightly.
The two ancestors, Qi Min and Qi Gao, also suppressed the shock in their hearts and blocked the approaching weapon masters at a distance of a hundred feet.
"Let's talk about it later."
Qi Gao spoke.
The several weapon refining masters could only suppress the outpouring of gratitude in their hearts and wait beside them with scratching their hearts.
The little Pegasus sighed in the spirit beast bag. Its owner had exposed too many things in order for Grandmaster Mu Sheng to overcome the thunder tribulation of the Immortal Pill.
Especially later, regardless of whether the Grandmaster succeeds in overcoming the Thunder Tribulation of the Immortal Pill, his master will still reveal his true level of alchemy.
Xiao Lingxi looked at the impatient and patient refining masters, as well as those who wanted to speak but knew that the time was not right. She could probably understand Grandmaster Mu Sheng's mood in refining the elixir in advance.
It's like a stunning beauty who keeps tempting Mu Sheng. It's not easy for Mu Sheng to persist for nearly fifty years before breaking through.
If you put a ninth-grade poison pill in front of it, it would be difficult for it to go without taking it for five days, let alone fifty years.
If it hadn't been for the fifty-year agreement with Qingli, Grandmaster Mu Sheng's temperament would have led him to refine the elixir regardless of the fact that he was facing death.
After all, Mu Sheng felt that life and death were his own business, and no one else needed to be responsible.
In fact, if you don't talk about others, just talk about his disciple An Qingli, how can you just watch him die.
The calamity clouds are surging.
Mu Sheng's thunder calamity of elixir is still going on.
But with Mu Sheng protected by immortal robes and enough ninth-grade soul-boosting pills, it was no longer so worrying.
"Grandmaster, well done!"
Some people actually cried with joy.
With a master protected by immortal magic robes, it can be said that he has achieved peace of mind and survived a desperate situation.
The two ancestors, Qi Min and Qi Gao, were still responsible for protecting An Qingli.
With the blessing of "The Art of Rejuvenation of All Things", An Qingli's complexion has improved significantly.
But the two ancestors Qi Min and Qi Gao were still surprised and happy. They knew that this little girl was often isolated and restricted, and she had many secrets, but they didn't know that this girl not only had many secrets, but they were also so shocking.
Immortal robes can also be crafted.
This must be the gospel of many monks who have survived the thunder tribulation!
How many secrets does this girl have that they don’t know yet!
Although the calamity clouds were constantly surging, the soft purple light that occasionally lit up seemed to be like a reassurance, entering the hearts and eyes of everyone present.
That was Grandmaster Mu Sheng who wore immortal dharma robes and was blessed with the ninth-grade spirit-boosting elixir.
Mu Sheng, who regained his confidence, even tried to throw out the defensive formation disk in his hand.
Although they didn't succeed even once, everyone couldn't help but be happy when they saw Mu Sheng in full swing.
The young disciples began to help Mu Sheng count in unison, and even the senior monks could not restrain their excitement and participated one after another.
A thunder fell.
The younger brothers shouted in unison: "Ninety-one!"
A moment later, there was another thunder.
The younger brothers shouted excitedly again: "Ninety-two!"
A moment later, there was another loud and exciting voice: "Ninety-three!"
I look forward to the monthly ticket every day, thank you!