Chapter 1685: Eighth-level Soul-Cultivation Pill
A elixir furnace stands between the solar system.
It swallowed all the thunder and Taoist rays of the heavenly tribulation, swallowed all the rays of the sun, and now it has completed the final alchemy and quietly sank in the starry sky.
"Is it done..."
Shen Ji Zhenzun, who hadn't seen for a long time, said a little dry and dry.
Many old friends looked at the two monks.
After thousands of years of sight, the gap between them has become so big that it is almost reproductive and isolated. Now what they think is almost impossible to understand by the lower-level monks. The difference in the calculation power of the soul is too big.
Canghai Zhenzun, Mising Ri Zhenzun, Wanji Zhenzun and others are eager to advance to Hedao to participate in the most cutting-edge scientific research on immortal Taoism again. This is very important for their own path and the future of the Immortal Sect.
Jiang Ding looked far, took a step back slightly, leaving the light to the ruler.
"Hahaha!"
"Dear guys, it's done!"
He was always in charge and saw many old friends again. He was a little excited, as if he had returned to his youth: "Since you can't wait, then turn on the furnace."
"Don't worry, everyone has a share, it won't be less."
He came to the Thunder Tribulation Pill Furnace in a distance, communicated with the central array spirit computer, and opened the layers of restrictions in front of him, revealing the alchemy furnace that looked like a physical and energy.
"Open!"
He won the next magic trick.
Buzz!
Buzz!
The alchemy furnace oscillated, gradually cracks appeared, and then disintegrated, turning into powder, exposing the things in it.
A strange fragrance that hits the face spreads to the citizens of the entire solar system in an orderly manner, making people feel refreshed and warm. Many chronic diseases and hidden injuries in cultivation were instantly swept away.
With just this, mortals will have at least five years of life.
This is a guaranteed one.
Everyone looked at the things that appeared after the disintegration of the alchemy furnace with longing eyes.
This is a blue lake, not big, only a few thousand kilometers in the size of a universe. It looks very small in the starry sky, like a solid state, like a liquid, and like a gaseous state, as beautiful as a life gem.
This is the eighth-level soul-nourishing and soul-cleaning and creation pill of the Immortal Sect!
Of course, not all of them.
Some outer elixir "impurities" are only equivalent to golden elixir-level elixirs, and the more they go to the inner elixir level, the more precious it is.
"Split!"
With the assistance of the central array spirit computer, another magic trick was made.
This is a common alchemy technique in alchemy techniques, and is now applied to this elixir of creation that is thousands of kilometers in size.
This blue lake collapsed in this magic trick, turning into raindrops the size of a thumb, gathering together, flying towards the eight planets of the solar system and more than 100,000 million citizens on Pluto like the jade belt of the Tianhe River.
Every raindrop has its own owner, and everything has been planned.
Tick!
Tick! Tick!
In the solar system's civic city, drops of rain fall from the sky, fall into the city, fall on the street, fall on the road to work, sit on meditation and practice, fall on the eyebrows of sleeping citizens, integrate into it, wash the muscles and marrow, and change the qualifications of this creature in the most essential way.
Most mortal citizens have obtained an ordinary drop and their lifespan has been extended by thirty years.
Some citizens who have obtained the legacy of their ancestors have obtained stronger results, and their qualifications have been greatly enhanced, and they have similar qualifications to spiritual bodies, extending their lifespan for a hundred years.
The higher foundation building, golden elixir, and Nascent Soul Citizens all have different levels of spiritual elixir raindrops, which are all allocated based on their contributions to this project and their merits in the Immortal Sect.
There are more god-transforming and void-refining cultivators going upwards. Many monks who directly participate in the core project have covered hundreds of meters of spiritual raindrops and are constantly falling.
The most common ones are naturally the old predecessors of the immortal sect such as Shenji Zhenzun, Wanji Zhenzun, and Canghai Zhenzun.
The elixir rain around them covered dozens of kilometers and was constantly enhancing their magic body. Their magic power, every minute and second, is increasing, prolonging their lifespan for thousands of young people and relaxing.
This is the eighth-level creation pill!
Although they did not get the most core elixir, but only reached the quasi-eighth level, it was enough to cause the quasi-refining cultivators to undergo earth-shaking qualitative changes.
And where is the real eighth-level spiritual elixir rain?
There is far away.
Within a range of tens of thousands of kilometers, an old man Qinghuang sat cross-legged, absorbing a long dragon of alchemy energy while breathing, and his breath was constantly increasing.
This is not an enhancement of magic power and realm, but an enhancement of foundation!
The foundation of the God of Hedao is being changed by the eighth-level Creation Pill.
More eighth-level spiritual elixir rains are here at the Lord of Da Sun Sword.
Here he is not a spiritual elixir of ten thousand kilometers, nor is it a spiritual elixir rain of ten thousand kilometers, but a spiritual elixir raindrop of 100,000 kilometers in size!
The real eighth-level celestial level spiritual pill!
This is the evaluation of the performance of the Central Array Spirit Computer for the Great Sun Sword Master and the evaluation of the contribution of a powerful celestial man to a powerful combat power.
Such a great opportunity is enough to make the monks of heaven and man excited.
However, the young man in green in the spiritual rain sighed.
He absorbed a little symbolically, stopped practicing and slowly stood up.
limit.
The limit of the Great Sun Sword Master's Void Refining Void Refining has reached.
This is not something that can be changed at the eighth level, and even the near-immortal level opportunities may not be changed.
Because the upper realm Immortal Sect, which is close to the immortal level, failed to allow them to break through, it is more important to Daozi's own fortune.
"Donate twenty percent to the Banyan Tree Scholarship."
Jiang Ding pointed to this eighth-level spiritual rain and said.
A large piece of spiritual rain disappeared and was put away by the central array spirit computer and stored.
When Dari Sword Master was young, his family was poor and received the help of the Banyan Scholarship. Only in this way can he grow up smoothly when he was poor without much twists and turns.
He has always kept it in his heart and never forgot his past.
The target of the Banyan Scholarship Support is among citizens with qualifications and excellent ideological and moral character among the citizens of the Immortal Sect.
Such people are similar to the young Dari Sword Lord. Helping these citizens is helping their young self and they will feel happy in their hearts.
"The rest," "Give it to Shenji True Lord, Wanji True Lord, Chengyang True Lord, Shuling True Lord, Gulin True Lord, Siyan True Lord, Lingfeng True Lord, Demiri True Lord, Pingyang True Lord, Dinghai True Lord..."
Jiang Ding's words were gentle and he pronounced names one by one.
These are old friends for many years, teachers, confidants, and elders when they were young.
These old friends were the top talents in their era. They were not so unable to be promoted to God and transform into a god in the difficult years, and now they have begun to spy on the Tao.
They are all top talents of the same era.
However, among the long time, among the generations of immortal geniuses, among the many ascendant immigrant geniuses who have been emerging over the years, objectively speaking, some old friends seem mediocre or even... slightly worse.
Many old friends may die in the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation.
From the perspective of cold interest calculation, all resources should be invested in monks with the best qualifications and talents, so that more talents can be cultivated and the probability of the immortal gods being born is greater.
However,
In addition to interests, in legal compliance, monks still have feelings and self.
Private property is sacred and inviolable.
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This is personal wealth. The master of Dari Sword should use his personal wealth to his old friends whom he puts his feelings on. I hope that the old friends from many years ago can survive and can reunite in many years.
With the words, under the envious eyes of countless Lianxu True Lords, the eighth-level spiritual elixir rain of 100,000 kilometers began to deviate and fell on the bodies of Lianxu True Lords who had been sleeping for a long time, making them open their eyes in shock.
Eighth-level fortune!
Gods and man created things, appearing on them!
"This, this..."
True Lord of Soul opened his eyes from retreat, looked at the surrounding Lingyu, and was speechless.
"Hahaha!"
"Teacher!"
Jiang Ding laughed at this: "Teacher, in the past, you gave me the Yinwu Pearl, the Nascent Soul Magical Treasure that you sharpened your sword intent, did you think of today?"
"I've said a long time ago that I'm a rich man!"
"You didn't believe it at that time!"
"I did not expect this..."
The True Lord of the Soul is so funny.
I vaguely remember that the Great Sun Sword Lord was very moved and wanted to marry his granddaughter to repay him, but he refused him flatly. No one would marry his granddaughter to a sword cultivator who would find someone to fight to the death at any time.
"Teacher,"
"You didn't expect it?"
Jiang Ding looked at Chengyang Zhenzun Zhang Junsheng again. The teacher who introduced the "Great Sun Sword Refining Technique" in the Immortal Sect, laughed and said, "You have been through the Heavenly Tribulation of Refining Voids back then. When you practice to the peak of Refining Voids, you rely on hard stacking of pills. Are you already desperate? Are you preparing for your funeral recently?"
"Hahaha!"
"There is no door!"
"Get up quickly and prepare to become the God of Hedao!"
"There is also Senior Mie Ri!"
"Grass! You were the first immortal cultivator to hit me back then. I still remember it, but don't die for me. In the future, I will be promoted to Hedao, to heavenly beings, and then beat me to avenge my revenge..."
Jiang Ding was so excited that he could tell the world.
He found old friends to chat about family matters, recalled the past years, and his heart, which was shrouded in despair for thousands of years, became much more happy and lively.
"The little brat is so revenge?"
"I've been in jail for many years."
The true master of Miri said in disappointment.
Everyone happily reminisces about the past, not seeing each other for thousands of years, without a trace of barriers, talking about many things from ancient times to the present, and many experiences of fighting side by side, which is very sad.
"Jiang Ding,"
"Is this thing really useless to you?"
Wan Ji Zhenzun asked: "To be honest, even if I don't have these things, I will be more than 80% sure of being promoted to Hedao. If..."
"Senior Wanji doesn't believe me."
"Senior far away."
Jiang Ding laughed and greeted.
"It's really useless to him."
"This is all the fighting power of the gods, it's simply a ghost."
Yuan opened his eyes and smiled bitterly, "You kid did this, I was so stingy in comparison... Of course, I was indeed stingy in front of the Dao."
If it were an ordinary monk, he might have already held a grudge.
Even if he is morally noble and does not hold a grudge in his heart, others may have various complex emotions and dark thoughts.
However, for these old friends who have fought side by side for tens of thousands of years, this is a small scene, completely like a breeze blowing on their faces.
"Haha!"
"Who isn't stingy in front of the Avenue?"
Jiang Ding Smile: "If this is an opportunity to break through the limit of refining the virtual world, would I be so generous? We are human beings, not saints, and we will naturally have all kinds of joys, anger, sorrow, happiness, greed, and ignorance. Who is not?"
"Then I'll be relieved."
"My foundation of heaven and man will lay some foundation today..."
Seeing this, Wanji Zhenzun stopped stuttering, sat cross-legged, and devoted himself to absorbing the eighth-level opportunity.
Shen Ji Zhenzun and others felt at ease and went into seclusion one after another.
Many old friends have the eighth level opportunity today and will never die in the future. This is a great blessing in life.
(This chapter ends)