Thousands of liquids danced and lingered before her eyes, drops of dew-like brown liquid, some repelling each other, some attracting each other.
Lai Siyu separated thousands of strands of spiritual consciousness and carefully controlled these liquids, so that they were arranged according to a certain pattern and prevented from merging prematurely.
The soul grasses swayed in the wind beside her. Lai Siyu separated a bit of her soul and forced a bit of vitality from her dantian, wrapped up a soul grass and suddenly broke it.
The broken roots of the Soul Grass quickly withered, but the Soul Grass wrapped in Lai Siyu's soul and vitality remained fresh, with no signs of withering.
After the Spirit Soul Grass was thrown into the alchemy furnace, it melted immediately. Lai Siyu controlled the liquid of the Spirit Soul Grass and poured it into every drop of brown dew-like liquid...
Five days later, the sky was suddenly filled with dark clouds, and rumbling thunder was heard from between the clouds. Zhikong and others looked at Lai Siyu in surprise. Could this weather sign mean that a pill tribulation was about to occur?
?
They had seen alchemists, but they had never seen a furnace of medicine take several years to refine. Maybe she could really refine a peerless elixir.
However, the pill tribulation is a legendary existence. It will only be triggered by refining pills that do not belong to the regulations of this world.
In other words, in the spiritual world, the only elixir that can trigger the elixir disaster is the immortal elixir!
Magic pill?
The monks looked up at the sky, then looked down at Lai Siyu who was concentrating on refining the elixir. They raised their hands to scratch their bald heads, and their hearts were already filled with turmoil.
If this woman really made an elixir, then how outrageous was her skill at making it?
It was ridiculous that they had thought it would be easy to capture her, and that she was just bragging about killing all of Wanmotian's direct descendants by herself.
But now, they are completely convinced.
How could the strength of a cultivator who could even refine immortal pills be low?
The thunder became more and more frequent, and purple lightning flashed through the dark clouds and gathered together.
The mighty pressure of heaven and earth emanating from the clouds made the monks of Cibeitian feel as if their bodies were about to be crushed.
The power of heaven, this is the power of heaven!
The elixir this woman had refined hadn't even come out of the furnace, yet it had already attracted such terrifying divine might! The monks didn't dare to imagine what the scene would be like after the elixir was out of the furnace.
"Brother, what should we do?" Zhineng asked. If the might of heaven really came, they, the monks, would definitely not be able to resist it alone.
Moreover, this life may very well end here.
Zhikong was also unsure. This woman possessed the ancestor's Dharma image. If they left and abandoned Lai Siyu, it would be considered a violation of the ancestor's wishes.
They had promised to help her protect the law.
But, agreeing to help her protect the law doesn't mean agreeing to risk his life for her...
"Brother, what should we do? Are we going to stay and die with her?"
When their lives were at stake, these monks even stopped talking about Amitabha Buddha. How good, how good.
"Yes, Senior Brother, please make a decision quickly, or it will be too late!"
Finally, Zhikong gritted his teeth and said, "We can't withstand the might of heaven, but if we wake her now, she will go crazy... This is all we can do. Our bodies must remain to serve the Buddha. The Buddha will know our intentions! Let's go!"
As soon as Zhikong finished speaking, six figures rose into the air and flew inland.
"Brother, Zhizhen didn't come with us!"
"Amitabha, let him be..."
Six of the seven monks left, leaving only Monk Zhizhen standing alone in the void, proudly facing the might of heaven.
There are two formations set up by Lai Siyu on the island. In addition, the pill tribulation has not really come yet, so the suffocating pressure in the world cannot hurt Zhizhen for the time being.
Zhizhen clasped his hands together and recited obscure scriptures. A pale golden Buddha light shone on his body, and the Buddha light descended all the way down, enveloping Lai Siyu.
Pale golden Sanskrit words popped out of his mouth, following the Buddha's light and wrapping around Lai Siyu.
The thunder in the sky became more and more frequent, and countless lightning flashes emerged from the clouds and hit the surface of the lake.
A terrifying storm arose on the lake, and the defensive shield on the island was blown to the point of being shaky.
Zhizhen remained unmoved by all this, his voice became clearer and clearer, and the Buddha's light and scriptures continuously covered Lai Siyu's body.
A huge whirlpool was forming in the sky above the island, and purple electric light was swimming in the dark whirlpool like a dragon.
The island's defensive formation seemed poised to shatter beneath the vortex. Zhizhen flung the Buddhist beads in his hand, and one hundred and eight of them instantly dove into the surroundings of the island. One hundred and eight phantom golden beetles flashed out from the beads, stationed on all sides of the island, their heads tilted upwards, and they gazed indifferently at the vortex in the void.
After the Buddhist beads disappeared into the island, with the golden beetle guarding it, the island's formation finally stabilized and did not collapse immediately.
The Buddhist beads were Zhiqing's natal spiritual weapon. As soon as he unleashed them, he felt the terrifying power within the vortex. His blood and qi surged, and Zhiqing couldn't hold back, spitting out a mouthful of blood in anger.
The electric light in the vortex became thicker and thicker, and countless tiny lightning bolts fell down. The island's defense formation trembled violently. In this situation, collapse was only a matter of time.
Zhikong and others have evacuated to a safe place. They stood on a mountain peak and looked at the direction of the island from afar. The six of them silently recited scriptures to pray for Zhizhen's salvation in advance.
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