Chapter 38

Mo lightly injured is very serious. "Recommended Baidu/Qi-Zi*Xiao/Said/Net Reading"

This kind of drop in the cultivation base caused by the forced use of magical powers is very common in the world of immortals. Unless you take some extremely rare heaven and earth artifacts, it is almost impossible to recover. You can only stay in the realm after the fall for a lifetime, and it is difficult to make an inch in your life. .

Fortunately, he met Ling Xian.

For him, who bears the "Pill Sutra", the highest inheritance of the Dan Dao, this disease is nothing at all. It is a bit exaggerated that it can be cured with a wave of hands, but it can be completely eradicated with a little time.

Therefore, Ling Xian planned to open the furnace and refine a pill for repairing.

This pill is a kind of strange pill recorded in the "Dan Jing". It was created by Dan Xian to refine the sky. It is not passed down to the world. It is only recorded in the "Dan Jing". There are only two, one is Lianqiong, and the other is Lingxian.

Although the grade of Huanxiu Pill is only eighth-grade, it was specially developed for this kind of disease. Like Qionghua Pill, it is the right medicine for this kind of disease.

Don't say that Mo Qingbu just fell to the second level. Even if he fell back to a mortal from the invincible realm of qi refining, this pill can heal him and let his cultivation level return to the tenth level of qi refining. If the elixir is effective, it can even take his cultivation to a higher level.

Also repair the word, that is the meaning.

"Brother Dao, as far as I know, it seems that this kind of burning cultivation can only be cured by some legendary divine objects. I have never heard of any kind of medicinal pill that has this magical effect." Shock remained, but then, his brows frowned, and there was a hint of disappointment on his face.

"Having never heard of it can only mean that you are ignorant, but it cannot prove that you don't." Ling Xian raised the corner of his mouth and said comfortably, "Okay, after I finish training, you will know whether what I said is true or false. Now, be honest. Be by my side, protect the law for me. "Recommend Baidu/Qi-Zi*Xiao/Said/Net Reading""

"This... okay." Mo Qingbu gave a wry smile. Although he was shocked by Ling Xian's great achievements in both cultivation and alchemy at the same time, he was still a little unconvinced in his heart.

This is also normal. The fall of the cultivation base is not an ordinary injury. It can be regarded as a stubborn disease that cannot be cured in the entire cultivation world. Unless it is some extremely rare heaven and earth divine artifact, it cannot be cured at all. An alchemist, at most, can refine eight-grade spiritual pills, so how can Mo Qingbu believe?

However, he didn't believe it and had no choice but to use the dead horse as a live horse doctor, obediently protecting Ling Xian so that he would not be disturbed.

See Mo lightly and obediently protect the law for yourself,

The corners of Ling Xian's mouth were slightly upturned, and there was a hint of smugness. He said in his heart that he was the supreme powerhouse who would rule over Yunzhou in the future. No one dared to disrespect him in the slightest. However, at this moment, he was following his orders like a little brother. Quite comfortable.

Shaking his head, Ling Xian chased away the distracting thoughts, immersed himself in his mind, and sat quietly for a while before starting the alchemy this time.

A wisp of silver-white flame emerged from the hand, and then poured into the purple cauldron. The temperature in the space suddenly intensified, and the flame of the Evil Evil God rose and jumped in the cauldron, filling the air with a kind of flame that could burn the sky and boil the sea and burn the eight wastes. Horrible heat.

"Next, it's time to put in the elixir."

Ling Xian waited for a while, seeing that the magic circle in the cauldron completely absorbed the Fen Evil God flame, just waved his sleeves, and seven elixirs shimmering with splendor appeared, and then threw them into the cauldron, tyrannically. The power of the soul also poured in.

The seven elixir were all obtained from the ruins, and six of them were not elixir for refining or cultivating pills, but Ling Xian didn't seem to notice. Burning those seven good-quality elixir.

Generally speaking, if you want to make a medicinal pill, you must make it according to the records on the medicinal pill, especially the medicinal part, and there should be no mistakes. It will cause the alchemy to fail. Even if it is merged by luck, the efficacy of the medicine will be very different, and it may even become a poisonous pill.

However, there are so many spiritual pills in the world, and there are always a few exceptions, and Huanxiu Pill is one of them.

This pill was specially created for a friend who had fallen into cultivation after refining the sky to become a first-rank grandmaster. It was not circulated in the world, so it was not well-known in the world of immortal cultivation, and no one even knew the name of this pill.

It requires a total of seven kinds of elixir to refine, but the magic is that only one main drug is needed, and the rest of the elixir can be combined at will, as long as the medicinal properties do not conflict, they can be combined together.

For Ling Xian, who has all-round knowledge of all kinds of herbs, this is really a piece of cake, and it can be easily squeezed.

Therefore, he is so determined, so calm, and firmly believes that he will be cured and not lightly burdened.

After a long while, the dross of the seven kinds of spiritual medicines had been turned into nothingness by the burning evil spirit flames, leaving only the most essential parts, and under the wrapping of the divine fire, an extremely strong spiritual energy wave was emitted.

Ling Xian smiled lightly, confident and calm, he effortlessly manipulated the power of the soul, allowing the essence and powder to blend together, gradually condensing into the prototype of a medicinal pill.

Mo Qingbu, who was on the side, looked at the flowing process of refining, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said to himself: "There is no sense of stagnation at all, his alchemy skills are so high... those eight rank I have seen. , No, a seventh-grade alchemist, no one can compare to him."

His words are correct. After a hundred years, Ling Xian's alchemy skills have long been out of the category of eighth-grade. Whether it is the mastery of fire, the knowledge of elixir, or the use of spirits, he has reached a level that is unattainable for ordinary alchemists. The height is only due to the strength of the soul, so it is impossible to refine higher-grade elixir.

Don't forget, Ling Xian is the successor selected by the sky refining, not only has the highest inheritance of the alchemy way, but also his talent in the alchemy dao is full of praise, plus he has more than a hundred years of time than others, the alchemy dao attainment is naturally Profound and supreme, even some sixth-grade alchemists would feel ashamed when they saw him, willing to bow down.

Therefore, Ling Xian's refining of the eight-grade elixir was naturally extremely easy. After a while, the seven essence powders were fused together.

"Almost, you can become a pill."

Looking at the medicine pill that was gradually taking shape, Ling Xian squeezed his hands and played out several magic pills. He saw that the red medicine pill suddenly glowed brilliantly, and a strong aroma of the pill spread out, making people feel very happy. Feel refreshed.

In the next moment, small cracks opened on the elixir, and immediately divided into five longan-sized elixir, which flew out of the cauldron and suspended in mid-air, emitting waves of eight-grade elixir.

"It's done."

Ling Xian waved his hand, and four of the spiritual pills flew into the storage bag, leaving only one still suspended in mid-air, which was left to Mo Qingwei.

"Try it, whether this pill is useful or not, you will know after a try." Ling Xian smiled lightly, a look of self-confidence on her delicate face.

Mo Qingwei looked at the red elixir, hesitated slightly, and said, "This..."

"Why, afraid that I will poison you?" Ling Xian frowned, glanced at him lightly, and said, "If I want to kill you, I don't need to be so troublesome."

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