Chapter 732: miracle

The liquid in the sky, after removing the impurities, becomes more and more crystal clear.

"Ning." When he saw that all the Lingzhi had been refined, Qin Ming put his hands on his chest, and quickly made a few handprints, his mouth opened and closed, and a word was gently spit out.

The dazzling brilliance of the liquid gleamed in the sky, and instantly blended with each other. The purple flame slowly dimmed, and finally disappeared into the void. At the moment the flame disappeared, a few liquid beads instantly solidified due to no temperature interference.

"The most critical time has come!" Qin Ming looked at the sky with burning eyes, and a hint of tension flashed in Qin Ming's heart.

The three small liquid beads were partially fused. During the temperature cooling process, they entangled with each other, and at the moment of complete cooling, a small lump with three corners was formed.

Qin Ming's eyes were a little excited, and with a beckon, the little lump flew into the palm of his hand, and gently pinched the little lump with the temperature with his fingers, placed it in front of him and watched carefully.

"They are partially glued, and all the effects of this part of the medicine are stimulated, and the effect of this medicine is unexpectedly good." Qin Ming's eyes flashed, the corners of Qin Ming's mouth cocked, and there was an inexplicable excitement in his eyes.

"I seem to have found something amazing." Putting the little lump in the jade bottle and carefully placing it on the table, Qin Ming came to the shelf where Lingzhi was placed again and began to look for it.

He had a hunch that the new pill will soon succeed.

Soon, three days later, Qin Ming had piled more than one hundred jade bottles in front of him, and these jade bottles were filled with waste pills.

After so many failures, Qin Ming didn't have a trace of frustration in his eyes, but instead looked radiant.

In the sky, purple flames were jumping, and small liquid beads slowly formed. Qin Ming's eyes were firm and focused, as if doing a sacred thing.

"Ning." A pill formula was played, and all the liquid beads in the sky began to merge.

Qin Ming's eyes were more focused than ever before, his chest was up and down, his breathing was a bit short, the most critical time had come!

The liquid beads in the sky seemed to hear Qin Ming's call, blending with each other, and at the last moment, they formed a perfect pill.

Dan has nine patterns, dark red, and a little silver shimmering on it.

Excitedly beckoned, Qin Ming caught the pill, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it lightly. The pill was tasteless, but he seemed to have a soul-soaking fragrance floating in Qin Ming's heart.

"This pill is actually a seventh-rank?" Although there have been such guesses, I did not expect that this guess is actually true.

He used sixth-grade Lingzhi to refine the seventh-grade pill.

"Inadvertently, it seems to have created a miracle!" Qin Ming's heart was overwhelmed as he pinched the pill with his fingers, and couldn't be so excited.

Which level of spiritual plant, which level of medicine is refined, is the common sense of the level of medicine.

If a high-grade Lingzhi refining a low-grade pill, then it proves that if the refining fails, the effect of the Lingzhi has not been fully utilized, and there is still much room for improvement.

But I have never heard of low-grade Lingzhi, when combined to make a high-grade pill.

Over ten thousand years of alchemy experience, countless alchemy prescriptions, none of them have recorded such things.

With excited eyes, Qin Ming swept the remaining Lingzhi on the table. He tried the pill, and he would not use a complete plant. He would only intercept some of the Lingzhi based on the properties of the Lingzhi.

Based on the remaining Lingzhi on the table, Qin Ming judged that one part of this kind of Lingzhi, with his technique, could produce five pill.