Chapter 247 The True Power of the Holy Fire
Chapter 247 The True Power of the Holy Fire
"Today, I will show you what the Dao of Alchemy is!"
Xinghui said coldly to Fan Cheng, with colorful divine light flowing in his eyes. Read
On the huge alchemy furnace in front of him, there was only a shadow of a ninth-grade pill.
In a moment, some other pills appeared near this ninth-grade pill.
Three lightning patterns were engraved on the pills, and each one was a ninth-grade pill!
In a moment, there were tens of thousands of ninth-grade pills on the furnace.
Seeing this scene, the alchemists around were dumbfounded.
They opened their mouths so wide that an egg could be stuffed in.
Even their eyeballs popped out.
Never expected that this newly promoted ninth-grade alchemist could actually refine tens of thousands of ninth-grade pills.
But this is unscientific.
It has only been a month since this alchemy competition.
Tens of thousands of pills were refined in one month?
This is simply a shocking thing.
Just when the alchemists around, including Fan Cheng, thought they were dazzled.
Something that slapped their faces happened in the next second.
There was a roar of thunder in the Xinghui alchemy furnace.
The magic power was vast, the Yuan power was boiling, and there were strange phenomena in the world.
A rainbow light rose from the Xinghui alchemy furnace and went straight into the sky.
This light filled the world in a moment.
The light was so far away that the alchemists around could hardly open their eyes.
The phantom of the pill that appeared on the alchemy furnace before collapsed.
Instead, there were tens of thousands of ninth-grade pills.
Each of these was a real pill, no longer a phantom.
Then, tens of thousands of pills spun around Xinghui.
Seeing this scene, the scene was like a pot of boiling water.
Like a pot of boiling water.
Boiling completely!
"He, actually made tens of thousands of ninth-grade pills!?"
"How is this possible!"
"Yes, it's only been a month, and it completely overturned our previous cognition!"
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The alchemists around were talking about it, with shocked expressions on their faces.
What made these alchemists most curious was.
For a genius like Xinghui, what a brilliant master he must be to teach him.
Even Fan Cheng, who was standing opposite, the ninth-grade alchemist who ranked first on the alchemy list, was in a state of turmoil at this moment.
"Fan Cheng, do you still think we are tied now?"
"You can't do it in front of me!"
Xinghui put his finger deep in his hand, shook it at Fan Cheng, and said calmly.
Although his tone was very calm, just like Fan Cheng just now, there was a trace of soul power in his words.
Fan Cheng's heart had begun to waver, and Xinghui provoked him with words again.
The next moment, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.
"Puff!"
"Impossible, how did you make tens of thousands of ninth-grade pills in just one month!"
As a mouthful of blood spit out, Fan Cheng's pale face was full of ferocity.
"Damn it, you dare to offend me! I'm going to tell the quasi-saint of the Heaven and Earth Alliance to cripple you!"
Just as Fan Cheng was planning to secretly harm Xinghui.
The three-color thunder-patterned pill that had just floated around Xinghui now had electric snakes on it.
Waves of thunder swept in, constantly raging around Xinghui.
Seeing this, Fan Cheng wiped the scarlet blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled grimly, "Don't be happy too early, let's talk about it after you pass this level!"
Just like human cultivators breaking through realms, pills also need to go through thunder tribulations to reach the ultimate level.
But now Xinghui is just an alchemist in the combat body realm.
On the other hand, the tens of thousands of ninth-grade pills around him have caused huge thunder tribulations.
It was a bit frightening.
Even Fan Cheng did not dare to underestimate the thunder tribulation attracted by so many ninth-grade elixirs.
Although Xinghui had excellent alchemy talent, he was just a mere combat body cultivator.
It was possible that he would not be able to survive the calamity in front of him.
The thunder tribulation attracted by the elixir killed him on the spot.
The cultivators around also noticed this after hearing Fan Cheng's words.
Yes, even though Xinghui was a demon ninth-grade alchemist, he was only at the combat body level now.
With such a small level of cultivation, how could he withstand such a huge thunder tribulation?
Not only the cultivators who were closer were talking about it.
At this moment, the alchemists sitting in the teahouses on both sides of the arena and watching were also discussing it privately.
"Tens of thousands of ninth-grade elixirs, this is the first time I've seen such a spectacular sight."
"But the thunder tribulation brought by the ninth-grade elixirs is also a considerable backlash force. I wonder if this young man can survive it?"
A burly man who was watching the game in the teahouse said worriedly.
After a pause, the burly man asked the white-robed monk in front of him, "Brother Ye, do you think Xinghui can survive the thunder tribulation?"
The white-robed monk sitting in front of the burly man took a sip of the tea in his hand and said calmly, "It's okay, maybe he has a backup plan."
"Yeah, that makes sense." The burly man nodded, "But if there is no backup plan, this misunderstanding will be a big deal."
As the alchemists around him talked, the thunder attached to the ninth-grade elixirs around Xinghui had now enveloped Xinghui.
At this time, Xinghui looked like a ball of lightning from a distance.
The electric fire snakes kept ricocheting on its surface, the Yuanli was vast, and the "crackling sound" was extremely creepy.
Just when everyone thought that the power of thunder was about to swallow Xinghui.
At the core of the electric ball, a ball of flame suddenly shone out.
Under the illumination of the flame, the lightning wrapped around Xinghui was like paper, and it immediately shattered.
Then, the monks around saw the real scene inside.
Behind Xinghui, a golden crow's phantom rose up.
The red light wrapped around the golden crow became more and more scorching.
Like a rising sun, it melted away all the lightning and lightning!
"Is this the power of the holy fire?" A monk in the crowd exclaimed.
Before refining the elixir just now, Xinghui summoned the holy fire once.
It was that time that let the monks around know the specific holy fire on Xinghui.
Now that the Holy Fire has reappeared, everyone realized that they had underestimated the Holy Fire.
Under this Holy Fire, this small pill thunder tribulation is just the light of a firefly.
How can it shine with the sun and the moon?
"He, he is really young, brother Ye, you are really a god."
Upstairs, the rough cultivator exclaimed to the white-clothed cultivator in front of him.
And Ye Fan just shook his head slightly, looking at Fan Cheng downstairs, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
If he hadn't wanted to use him to lure out the quasi-saint of the Heaven and Earth Alliance.
Maybe Ye Fan would have killed him long ago.
For people like this who betray their teachers and ancestors, it is not a pity to die ten thousand times.
