However, by the last step, Jushu's face was extremely pale and he was too exhausted.
On the other hand, Zhou Yang's face looked a little abnormal, but it was far from the one that showed great mental exertion.
"Sure enough, he is a genius. Not only did he reach the realm of quasi-god at around fifty years old, but he is also very accomplished in the alchemy path. The most important thing is that his soul is extremely powerful, enough to support the entire refining of the ninth-grade spiritual elixir. Process." Mr. Chu couldn't help but think to himself.
With a sound of "Bang!", the giant technique consumed all his concentration, causing the unformed elixir to explode.
He collapsed on the ground slumped, his blood-stained eyes lost their energy, and he gasped for air.
"I haven't lost yet, and that kid may not succeed!" He looked at Zhou Yang, who was controlling the alchemy furnace with all his strength, and felt fierce in his heart, looking forward to the elixir exploding soon.
"How is that possible!" After a moment, Jushu couldn't help but widen his eyes, and then roared uncontrollably.
Because as the strong fragrance of the medicine spreads, it heralds the final formation of the ninth-grade wind-controlling elixir. You only need to cool down the elixir furnace to take out the elixir.
"Hmph!" Mr. Chu snorted coldly. Jushu calmed down, but his face was ashen.
The figure flashed, and the powerful man from the Alchemy Palace finally appeared.
This is a hale and hearty gray-haired old man with eyes as bright as stars and a long gray-black beard floating on his chest.
Although he had suppressed all the pressure, the aura that was faintly revealed was even stronger than Gonglin's.
"I announce that the winner of this alchemy competition is Qi Bin, a disciple of the Chuan Gong Hall!" The senior deacon of the Alchemy Hall was happy to announce the results directly.
"Thank you, Mr. Chu!" Zhou Yang bowed and saluted.
Ju Shu hesitated to speak, but finally closed his mouth again, but secretly felt cruel in his heart: "I will let the thunder strike you to death in a moment!"
"Give the token to me." At this time, the powerful God stretched out his hand.
"Yes." Zhou Yang hurriedly handed over the identity token with both hands.
"Well, even if you have completed two missions, you can receive double the sect's contribution points when you return to the Mission Hall mission. In addition, this wind-controlling elixir is also yours."
"Thank you for the reward, sir!" Zhou Yang saluted again.
After the alchemy furnace cooled down naturally, he slowly opened the furnace cover and took out the crystal clear and spiritual Wind Controlling Pill.
At this moment, a large cloud appeared in the sky outside the palace, and there was thunder rolling in the clouds.
"The spiritual pill has appeared, and the pill calamity is coming!" All the alchemists looked to the sky.
Zhou Yang was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing and hurriedly left the hall.
The ninth-grade elixir is extremely spiritual and cannot be tolerated by heaven, so heavenly calamity is sent down to destroy it.
The alchemist who refined the first ninth-grade elixir must withstand this wave of elixir tribulations independently, which can be regarded as the last hurdle to become a quasi-alchemy master.
"Click!"
The thunderbolt was thick and colorful, and it struck directly at the ninth-grade elixir in Zhou Yang's hand.
Zhou Yang turned his hand to protect it and resisted the pill calamity with his physical body.
"With this little power, it's not as comfortable as scratching it." He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"Old guy, don't absorb all the power of the thunder. Let him refine it and inject it into the elixir, which will enhance the efficacy." Mu Zifeng sent a message to Chi Lingzi to stop absorbing the power of thunder.
"Can it still be like this?" Zhou Yang couldn't help but glance at Mu Zifeng.
This old guy actually kept a secret skill and never passed on this secret skill to himself. It's really abominable.
"You kid has never refined the ninth-grade elixir, and it's useless to pass it on to you. Hurry up!" Mu Zifeng couldn't understand the meaning of that look, and urged while explaining.
Zhou Yang no longer hesitated and began to absorb the Heavenly Tribulation, transforming the world-destroying power into traces of vitality and slowly injecting the ninth-grade elixir.
This requires extraordinary calamity control techniques. Ordinary people would have to live or die to survive a calamity. They would not have the energy to absorb and transform it, let alone inject it into fragile elixirs.
"This boy actually has such a method!" Mr. Chu's eyes were sharp, and some alchemists with good eyesight also saw the secret.
The pill tribulation didn't last too long. It was nothing to Zhou Yang's physical body and he could get through it easily.
The elixir was even more crystal clear and full of spirituality, as if it was about to rise into the sky. Zhou Yang held it tightly, fearing that it would really fly away.
"Hey, this kind of wind attribute power can actually enter the body automatically. It really deserves to be called a ninth-grade elixir!" The next moment, Zhou Yang couldn't help but admire it sincerely.
"Your physique not only has the wind attribute, but also other attributes, right?" Lord Chu turned his eyes away from the elixir and turned to Zhou Yang, very profoundly.
Zhou Yang was shocked and cursed himself for talking too much. But there was nothing he could do. The breath of the ninth-grade elixir entered his body on its own, so what could he do.
"This disciple's physique indeed has the attributes of ice and fire." Zhou Yang respectfully replied.
"Well, that's right. The fire attribute is suitable for refining elixirs, while the ice attribute can cool down the elixir furnace and neutralize the excess fire attribute in the elixir. It also has the wind attribute, which can greatly increase the rate of wind elixirs. , no wonder." Mr. Chu suddenly understood.
"Disciple is indeed lucky." Zhou Yang nodded.
"Well, with your talent in alchemy, entering the Chuan Gong Palace is a bit of an inconvenience. Let me talk to Gong Lin and transfer you to the Alchemy Palace to take over Jushu. You can follow me as a deacon." Chu Your Majesty's words are not a discussion, but an order.
Upon hearing this, Jushu's face first turned red, and then he collapsed to the ground like mud.
Just because of a competition, or to be precise, just because of his impulsive desire to show off the new disciple, he ended up being kicked on the iron plate. Not only did he lose his face, but he also lost his position as a deacon. This loss was too great.
"I..." Zhou Yang was stunned. He came to the Temple of Heaven to practice, not to study alchemy. How could he enter the Alchemy Palace just like that.
"What, you won't?" Mr. Chu's face turned cold instantly, and the pressure on his body was involuntarily released.
The momentum like a huge mountain pressed down on his head, and Zhou Yang suddenly felt difficulty breathing.
This Master Chu is simply too domineering.
His aura is indeed much stronger than Gonglin's, and he should be not far from the middle stage of the ultimate realm of gods.
"Boy, please promise him quickly. Not only will your status as a quasi-alchemy ancestor be completely consolidated, but this place is not only about elixir refining, but also about weapon refining. Do you know about weapon refining?"
At this time, Mu Zifeng in his body reminded him urgently, especially the word "refining weapons", which was very harsh.
Zhou Yang was suddenly alerted. Although he had almost found the materials for the Yidao Divine Treasure to reach the stars, he had overlooked an important issue, which was the skill and level of the weapon refining.
In the way of alchemy, he can now be called a quasi-ancestor, but his level of weapon refining is still far behind. From this aspect, he does not have the technical conditions to refine and reach the stars.
"Although my disciple is willing, I'm just afraid that Master Gonglin won't agree!" Zhou Yangqiang composed himself and said with a grimace.
If he dared to say no, the domineering senior deacon in front of him would have to take action.
"That's easy to say." Master Chu immediately took out the divine treasure of sound transmission.
