Qiu Xuanjing looked at Mu Sheng from a distance, and then at An Qingli who was doing the exercises cross-legged, with the corners of his mouth rising uncontrollably.
Could it be that after the thunder tribulation, their Tianyun Sect will not only have one more immortal alchemy master, but also one more immortal weapon refiner!
Great joy!
Qiu Xuanjing was overjoyed.
One school, two Mahayana schools, and an immortal alchemy master and an immortal weapon master!
Tianyun Sect is simply a place blessed by heaven.
The excited shouts of the young disciples continued, and more and more people joined in.
Over at Miaoyin Peak, Shangshan, who had received six eighth-grade soul-boosting pills, had already passed through the God-Transformation Thunder Tribulation with extremely dangerous screams.
I have personally experienced the terrifying power of thunder, which is one of the reasons why most high-level monks cultivate their character more and more as they advance to the next level.
The disciples and elders who had gathered to watch Shang Shan survive the calamity thunder rushed back to the sect to cheer for Mu Sheng.
The sect formation was reopened, and Mu Sheng had returned to the sect-protecting formation.
Many disciples and elders who had rushed back gathered outside the formation to cheer for Mu Sheng.
A thunderous shout.
"Ninety-eight!"
"Ninety-nine!"
"one hundred!"
This "hundred" shout, perhaps because it was an integer, made the sound a bit louder, and even included the cheers of everyone.
The countdown to the one hundred and eight elixir thunder tribulations has begun.
Even though Mu Sheng was protected by an immortal robe, he still lay face down on the formation in a state of embarrassment.
However, even though he suffered in such an embarrassing situation, Mu Sheng could not restrain his excitement and joy.
Outside the formation, more and more disciples were rushing back.
Mu Sheng was not stupid, and he probably guessed who had snatched away the low-level disciples who were shouting for him.
In particular, a cloud of blinding white fog hung high in the sky, and the figure of the Supreme Being could be vaguely seen inside.
It turned out to be that good guy!
Mu Sheng was suffocating in his heart. He hadn't even heard that guy Shangshan call him "Ancestor Mu Sheng" yet, that guy Shangshan actually became his junior brother again.
With this resentment, Mu Sheng stood up again, or at least sat up to resist the next few thunder disasters.
Shangshan, who was not much better than Mu Sheng, could not enter the sect for the time being to recuperate. He could only hide in a cloud of white mist, watching Mu Sheng while adjusting his breath and healing his injuries.
Mu Sheng was only half-stretched when another thunder struck down, knocking Mu Sheng directly to the top of the formation.
The soul lamp in Ancestor Qixian's hand trembled and dimmed a little.
But the excited countdown sounds of the young disciples reached Mu Sheng'er.
"eight!"
It must be said that the shouts of these young disciples gave Mu Sheng great encouragement.
Mu Sheng swallowed a handful of ninth-grade elixirs that healed wounds and replenished spirits, and continued to wait for the thunder disaster to come.
Another thunder struck.
Mu Sheng crawled and tried to avoid it, but failed. Another thunder struck him on the back.
Fortunately, I have an immortal robe to protect my body, otherwise my back might have cracked.
The young disciples cried and laughed, and shouted: "Seven!"
The senior bosses became nervous.
There are only the last few thunder tribulations left. If Mu Sheng is in danger, he must take any risk to save him.
There was another thunder, accompanied by a loud roar.
"six!"
The young disciples are very excited, maybe, maybe they will witness history!
How many thousands of years!
The Bianlan Realm is finally going to have another elixir master.
"five!"
"Four!"
Mu Sheng was as wet as mud, lying almost motionless on top of the large light screen.
Everyone is worried.
The little Pegasus looked at the gray luck on Mu Sheng's head and was frightened.
"Mu Sheng!"
The little fox, awakened by the thunder and shouts, screamed again in worry.
An Qingli mobilized his spiritual power and raised his voice: "Master, think about the pill in your hand and hold on!"
Mu Sheng heard the voices of the little fox and his disciple, and moved his left hand slightly, holding the pill in his hand tighter.
He also has a spiritual treasure elixir furnace in his body, and he is eager to try and help him survive the next thunderstorm.
However, the alchemy furnace was also Mu Sheng's cherished treasure. Mu Sheng, who had not completely fainted, was still using his thoughts to suppress it.
But the alchemy furnace had a spiritual intelligence, and at the risk of self-destruction, it suddenly came out of his Dantian, whirled around in the air, and became several times larger. It resisted a thunderstorm for Mu Sheng and gave him a breather.
opportunity.
The alchemy furnace is not Mu Sheng's natal magic weapon, but Mu Sheng treasures it more than his natal magic weapon.
Not long ago, Mu Sheng died once, and the alchemy furnace was disconnected from Mu Sheng. However, An Qingli put it into the Qiankun bag and stuffed it under Mu Sheng's robe again. Mu Sheng stamped it with divine consciousness and collected it.
Dantian in your own body.
This spiritual alchemy furnace had previously withstood three super-ninth-grade elixir thunder tribulations for Mu Sheng, but this time the elixir thunder tribulation was too heavy. Although the alchemy furnace looked heavy, it was actually not very defensive.
After just one lightning strike from the elixir, the elixir furnace cracked and the weapon spirit fell into a coma.
Mu Sheng was heartbroken, but there was no other way for the time being.
Xiao Lingxi opened his Lingxi Eyes and said that there were many cracks in the Lingbao Pill Furnace.
The little Pegasus was worried and helplessly sighed, "It's bad luck."
Fortunately, after this thunder tribulation, there are only the last two thunder tribulations.
"Prepare!"
All the Tribulation-Transcending Realms, as well as the Mahayana-realm Thunder Winged Tigers, cheered up.
An Qingli clenched his fists tightly, wondering whether that gray luck would cause anything at the critical moment.
Too many people can cause trouble.
For Mu Sheng's sake, An Qingli had no choice but to suddenly say: "Please ask Senior Lei Yihu to save Master at this critical moment."
The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger nodded in agreement.
As soon as these words came out, those ancestors in the Tribulation Period naturally heard the implication, stopped their actions one after another, and let the ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger take action.
After all, they were far away from Mu Sheng, and their lightning speed was very fast. The ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger was in the Mahayana realm, so his attacks would definitely be safer than theirs.
Ancestor Qi Wu of the Mahayana realm also emerged from seclusion and stood opposite the ninth-level Thunder Winged Tiger.
"Grandmaster, how much spiritual power is left in your body? Can you survive the next thunderstorm?"
Qiu Xuanjing also went to high altitude, closer to An Qingli. Although Mu Sheng fell down on the formation, his head was pointed towards the direction of his apprentice An Qingli, intentionally or unintentionally.
"Thirty...forty percent...okay...yes!"
Mu Sheng, who was blocked by the Lingbao Pill Furnace from a thunderstorm, is gradually recovering his spiritual power.
Along with the recovery of his spiritual power, there was also his uncontrollable surging heart.
Because his heart was so full of gratitude, Mu Sheng's voice when he answered was obviously a little stronger.
Mu Sheng even struggled to stand up, not wanting to continue to be in this embarrassing situation.
He is a master of alchemy, and he is very likely to be the only elixir master in tens of thousands of years. How can he let everyone admire his embarrassed appearance all the time?
For the last two thunderbolts, he wanted to be struck more nicely.
His great luck will indeed allow his wishes to come true again.
He also admitted that his willful alchemy this time was, to a certain extent, as his disciple said, because he was too lucky because of his great luck.
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