Chapter 1147 Become a Twelve-Rank Alchemist

For those cultivators whose lifespans are about to expire, the value of this medicine pill is too great, and in terms of quality, this medicine medicine is considered to be average among the twelve grade medicine medicines, and it is very difficult to refine.

Being able to increase the lifespan of a monk out of thin air is enough to prove that this pill is against the sky.

If such an elixir were to be refined by that Qimen Yaozun, I feared that the failure rate would be 100%, because he had not even touched the threshold of a 12th-grade alchemist, so naturally he would not be able to refine this elixir.

Even Wang Feng had a hard time refining such a pill. He could not guarantee that he would be 100% successful. He estimated that he had only half the success rate.

It took about an hour or so for Wang Feng to adjust his state to the best, and now it has been almost half a month since he entered the secret room.

During this period of time, the elder Jiaolong had been guarding outside the secret room, for fear that others would appear and disturb Wang Feng.

He didn't know what was going on inside, so he had no other way but to pray.

"Whether or not you can become a 12th-grade alchemist depends on this time." Looking at the pill furnace in front of him, Wang Feng's divine light was shining, and when he flipped his hand, Wang Feng threw several precious spiritual medicines into the pill furnace.

Under the calcination of the real fire, these elixir quickly melted into a liquid, which filled with a unique fragrance.

It's just that the refining of elixir has just begun, and Wang Feng still has to throw at least dozens of equally precious elixir into it.

The value of a pot of spirit medicine is unimaginable. If it fails, Wang Feng will lose at least one or two billion spirit stones this time. This is just the value of the spirit medicine itself.

And Wang Feng can't afford to lose, because these elixir are very hard to find, even if there is a spirit stone, it may not be available, so at this moment Wang Feng can only succeed, not fail.

Knowing the nature of the mind will affect the success rate of alchemy, so Wang Feng put all the distracting thoughts in his heart and devoted himself to alchemy.

After so many years of alchemy, Wang Feng naturally remembered these important matters in his heart, so at this moment he didn't think about anything, and focused on refining this pot of Shouyuan Dan.

Day by day, Wang Feng put almost all the elixir of this Shouyuan Pill into the Pill Stove.

The raging infuriating flames were burning in the pill furnace at this moment, and a majestic force permeated from the pill furnace. What Wang Feng had to do was to combine all these majestic forces into the pill.

If he can't do it, the power of this explosive pill is enough to shatter the entire secret room, and it may even affect the entire Jiaolong family's residence.

"What is he doing? Why do I feel a heart palpitation?" Looking back at the secret room, the elder of the Jiaolong clan said in a low voice with a surprised expression.

The impurities in the medicinal liquid have been calcined and disappeared by the real fire, and what remains now is the purest source of these elixir themselves.

His forehead was covered with sweat. In order to refine this 12-grade pill, Wang Feng had consumed a great deal of his spiritual power. If it wasn't for his tyrannical soul power, he might not have been able to persevere.

Now has come to the most critical moment, condensing Dan.

If he fails at this level, Wang Feng's alchemy will end in failure this time, but once he succeeds in condensing the alchemy, the next thing will be much easier.

Under Wang Feng's deliberate control, these medicinal liquids are gradually separating, and so many medicinal liquids are enough to refine several Shouyuan Dan.

Sweat beads were falling from Wang Feng's forehead at the moment, and Wang Feng also became cautious at this step. At this moment, his soul power exploded.

"This time, there is no room for failure." Wang Feng said in a low voice.

Under the suppression of his soul force, these medicinal liquids gradually merged together...

About half an hour later, Wang Feng breathed a long sigh of relief. Those medicinal liquids had been condensed into four medicinal pills by him. These medicinal medicinals showed a faint golden color. The thing that the cultivator who is about to end his life is crazy about.

The elixir has already taken shape, and the next step is the extremely simple warm nourishment. So many elixir have been put into it, and now Wang Feng finally sees the return.

Although the most difficult time had passed, Wang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and still did not give up his caution. Every aspect of alchemy could not go wrong.

During the process of condensing the pill, Wang Feng almost failed, but fortunately he had a strong soul, otherwise everything would be over.

A few days later, the secret room where the roar sounded sounded, and after these few medicinal pills were truly made, they wanted to escape.

Just in front of Wang Feng, how could a few small pills escape? All of these four pills fell into Wang Feng's hands.

The strong medicinal fragrance filled the secret room at this moment, and that was the smell of Shouyuan Dan.

Taking out the jade bottle and putting the four into it, Wang Feng finally let out a long sigh of relief.

After so long, it finally succeeded.

From now on, Wang Feng can be regarded as a genuine 12th grade alchemist. Thinking how far the 12th grade medicine pill was for him, now he can refine it by himself. .

For all this, he would like to thank the strong man who was once buried in the ancient tomb. If there is no memory of the other party, Wang Feng's desire to become a 12th-grade alchemist does not know that it is a matter of the Year of the Monkey.

After wiping the sweat off his forehead, Wang Feng did not rush to go out, because he was severely depleted in alchemy, and it would take time to recover.

Anyway, the great elder outside had already waited for so long, and Wang Feng didn't mind letting him wait for two more days.

A day later, Wang Feng walked out of the secret room, and his breath had returned to its peak state, the early stage of reincarnation.

Seeing Wang Feng coming out, Great Elder Jiaolong, who had been waiting outside for a long time, immediately greeted him.

"How's it going?" His tone was a little nervous, afraid that Wang Feng would tell him some unacceptable news. After all, he had been in torment for so many days.

"Fortunately not humiliated."

While speaking, Wang Feng flipped his hand and took out a jade bottle, which contained the Fu Sultan.

"What a rich aroma." Opening the jade bottle, the great elder of the Jiaolong clan said intoxicated. He had seen the eleventh grade medicine pill, so he knew that it was definitely the eleventh grade medicine pill.

Originally, he was worried that the other party would not be able to refine this pill, but now it seems that everything is due to his own overthinking.

"This kindness, our Jiaolong family will definitely keep it in our hearts." While speaking, the Great Elder actually knelt down in front of Wang Feng, making Wang Feng stunned for a moment.

It's just one pill refining, so why do you perform such a big ceremony?

"Please wake up. After all, this is just an elixir. Whether or not it can revive your ancestors is another matter. Let's take it for your ancestors first." Wang Feng said.

"Okay." The elder of the Jiaolong clan said, and then he quickly flew to the great hall where he was.

Behind him, Wang Feng thought for a while and then followed. He wanted to see if the ancestors of the Flood Dragon Clan could use this pill to directly restore the cultivation base of the Holy Land Supreme.

It was still under the ground, looking at the old man lying on the ground, the elder Jiaolong took Fu Sultan out without any hesitation.

"Ancestor, please come back!"

Silently muttering in his mouth, he put the sultan into the old man's mouth.

Wang Feng's medicinal effect of Fu-Sultan was clear. Under his eyes, he could see that the power transformed by Fu-Sultan directly impacted the old man's body.

In a short time, these medicinal powers have been transmitted to his body, but under such circumstances, the old man did not wake up at all, and he did not even move.

Seeing this scene, the nervous elder Jiaolong's expression suddenly changed.

"How could this be?" He muttered to himself, never thinking that this sultan would be ineffective against their ancestors.

This method is what they found in an ancient book, and it has historical basis, but now the situation of their ancestors is beyond his expectations.

Even a single pill has no effect at all. Does the ancestor really want to sleep like this forever?

"I'll take a look." The effect of the medicinal pill has already been exerted, but the reason why the old man didn't wake up was because the medicinal effect of this medicinal pill was not enough to stimulate his vitality to erupt spontaneously.

With a thought, Wang Feng took out the colored azure lotus tree. Under his urging, green rays of light directly enveloped the old man. The strength of the colored azure lotus tree could restore the injury and naturally contained a majestic power of vitality.

With the infusion of this power, the hidden vitality of the old man burst out, and the powerful breath rose from his body at this moment, forcibly forced the elders of the Jiaolong clan to the corner of the wall.

"It's perfect." Putting away the glazed green lotus tree, Wang Feng stepped aside.

The vitality of this old man has been stimulated, and now he will recover, and Wang Feng does not need to do it again.

After waiting for about ten breaths, in the tense look of the elder Jiaolong, the old man's eyes slowly opened.

His eyes contained unimaginable vicissitudes, and they were even more turbid. It had been unknown how many years had passed, and this was the first time he had opened his eyes.

His realm is semi-sacred, but as his vitality exploded completely, his breath also increased violently at this moment, and he stepped over the gap between the semi-sacred and the holy realm in an instant. .

The genuine supreme breath permeated the entire Flood Dragon family, causing all the Flood Dragons to crawl on the ground tremblingly, their bodies trembling, this was the coercion from their souls, and they could not resist.

And this is not the real realm of this Flood Dragon ancestor. He only stayed in the early stage of the holy realm for less than two breaths before hitting the middle stage of the holy realm.

This is the realm before he had no problems.

"Second brother, are you finally awake?"

Almost as soon as this path filled the entire island, a voice suddenly sounded, this is the current patriarch of the Jiaolong family and the patron saint of the Jiaolong family.

Almost as soon as the sound fell, Wang Feng felt a flash of light not far away, and an old man appeared in the basement.

Two breaths of the Holy Land Supreme broke out here, and even Wang Feng felt some pressure.

"My life-saving grace, this old man is very grateful." The realm was restored, and at this moment, the ancestor of the Jiaolong clan bowed directly to Wang Feng with a very sincere expression.

If Wang Feng's glass green lotus tree didn't exist, maybe he didn't know when he wanted to wake up. It was Wang Feng who saved him, so now this old man bowed to Wang Feng and thanked him for his life-saving grace.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a transaction." Wang Feng said, not claiming to be a benefactor.

Because he still needs the Flood Dragon Clan to help him find that Burning Sky Sand, refining and replicating the Sultan is really just a transaction.

"Huh? It's actually you!"

At this moment, a shocked and incredible voice sounded, and when he looked up, Wang Feng was also stunned.