In the next half hour since Bage came out of the Wudan Illusion, people woke up one after another, but none of the tokens in their hands showed any elixirs.
Uncle Eight counted the number of people who woke up from the Wudan illusion.
It was discovered that only Fu Eleven and Fu Xiaoliu from Room 13 were left.
Seeing this, Myna on the side was a little excited and said:
"Father, I looked very hopeful at Eleven. When I came out, I took a special look at her spiritual field and found that the blood spirit grass cultivated by Eleven actually had a colorful halo, and her understanding has been higher than others since she was a child. There are many, and after six years of preparation, we will definitely be able to refine the Blood Spirit Pill."
"Um"
Fu Shiyi's situation was within Babo's expectation.
Since the last time Fu Shiyi visualized the ancient blood seal talisman, he asked Fu Shiyi to draw more than a dozen spiritual talisman paths, and took them back to the people in the clan's talisman hall to visualize them for more than half a year, but so far, So far, no one has successfully left a talisman in the sea of consciousness.
It is enough to show that Fu Shiyi's spiritual consciousness and understanding are much better than others.
"It's just that the sixth girl in the thirteenth room hasn't come out yet?"
As soon as Ba Bo finished speaking, Ba Ge glanced around and saw that no one was paying attention to them. Then he approached his father and whispered:
"It is said that Sixth Sister has always been taboo about her mother's origin. Ever since she returned to the clan when she was eleven years old, she has wanted to do her best in everything, as if she wanted to prove that she was no worse than others. Seeing this alchemy trial ceremony, This is a once-in-a-century opportunity, and she will naturally not let it go. I have heard that in the past six years, except for a short break of two or three hours a day, she has spent all her time studying alchemy."
"oh?"
Uncle Ba raised his eyebrows and was suddenly interested in Fu Xiaoliu.
"Someone came out again."
A loud shout rang out, and everyone immediately looked at the two beautiful figures sitting quietly on the futon in front of the sacrificial hall. Now it depends on Fu Shiyi and Fu Xiaoliu whether they can achieve anything in this ceremony.
When Fu Shiyi opened his eyes, he was startled by the crowd of heads surrounding him.
"Eleven, have you refined the elixir?"
Although Uncle Ba has confidence in Shiyi, he is afraid of what might happen.
Fu Shi nodded. It was during the last batch of refining that a finished product appeared, but she didn't know what grade it was. She showed the token in her hand.
A wave of ripples flashed across the token, and a line of small seal characters appeared:
"A blood elixir, low-grade first-class."
"Excellent, excellent."
The token shows the elixir, indicating that Fu Shiyi will be promoted to at least a first-level alchemist in the future.
At this point, Uncle Ba finally let go of his heavy heart.
The clan has not opened the Wudan Illusion for more than a hundred years, not because they don't want to, but because they can't.
Because the Wudan illusion requires the gathering of the power of the five spirits, the cultivation level must be at least above the foundation, otherwise it must rely on the consumption of medium-grade spiritual stones to support the operation of the illusion.
The clan only paid off the foreign debt left by Fu Shiyi's father when he built the foundation five years ago.
In just the past few years, I have saved a thousand spiritual stones.
But it was also used in this alchemy trial ceremony.
Fu Shiyi is also very satisfied with this result. She has no talent that is different from ordinary people in alchemy. She only relies on experience and the power of her soul from three generations.
"Father, look, there is an extra mark on Eleven's forehead."
Mark? !
Fu Shiyi raised his hand to touch his forehead in confusion, and he felt a tiny bulge. He was about to ask his eighth uncle what was going on, but suddenly a piece of information came in his mind.
Due to the excessive flow of information, even though Fu Shiyi's consciousness was different from ordinary people's, his face instantly turned pale.
"Eleven, what's wrong with you?"
Just as Bage was about to step forward, Eighth Uncle stopped him, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and said solemnly:
"The children of the Fu family, except for Shiyi, must evacuate the sacrifice hall immediately!"
When Fu Shiyi was at a loss, Uncle Eight had already kicked out the other contestants and closed the door of the sacrificial hall, leaving only Fu Shiyi and Fu Xiaoliu, who was still awake.
Seeing his father's expression of excitement and nervousness, Bage waited several hundred meters away from the sacrificial hall and couldn't help but say:
"Father, what happened to the mark on Eleven's forehead?"
The eighth uncle first bowed three times in the direction of the sacrificial hall, and then said excitedly: "That is the alchemy enlightenment inheritance passed down by the ancestors of Wudan to those who have excelled in the alchemy trial!"
This is the ultimate goal of opening the Wudan Fantasy Realm! !
When he was a child, he heard the elders in the clan mention that Fu Shiyi's grandfather was recognized by Wu Dan's ancestors and passed on part of the alchemy knowledge. For this reason, the Qingxu Sect made an exception and accepted the old man from the Four Spiritual Roots as an inner disciple. , and loaned some spiritual stones to let him buy the Foundation Establishment Pill.
The old man has lived up to expectations and is now a third-level high-grade alchemist.
In Jingzhou, besides Patriarch Qingxu, he is considered to be the second person to make alchemy.
If his cultivation had not hindered the old man's path to alchemy, he would have become an alchemy master respected by thousands of people.
After hearing his father's explanation, Ba Ge's eyes lit up and he smiled broadly: "Doesn't that mean that Eleven can become a third-level alchemist like her grandfather in the future?!"
Uncle Ba smiled and shook his head:
"Although Shiyi has been inherited, it is unknown how much knowledge Wudan's ancestors have given her. Just now I observed that the mark on her forehead is a single color, which is one color less than her grandfather's. I am afraid that the inherited The content will also be streamlined.”
But even so, it is enough for the current Fu family!
Ba Bo and Ba Ge father and son led people to guard the gate of the sacrificial hall, lest someone suddenly cause trouble and interrupt Fu Shiyi's acceptance of the inheritance.
"Squeak"
After half an hour, Fu Shiyi opened the door of the sacrificial hall and walked out. The mark on his forehead also disappeared.
"Eleven, how are you? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
Uncle Eighth didn't expect Fu Shiyi to come out so quickly. His grandfather had been in a coma for two days and two nights.
Fu Shiyi shook his head and asked his eighth uncle to borrow a pen and jade slip that could be used to record text, and then he silently wrote out the information about alchemy in his mind.
The information was too complicated, and she had no experience in alchemy, so she couldn't sort it out at all, so she simply recorded it and waited until her grandfather finished studying it before teaching it to her.
After Fu Shiyi recorded for more than half an hour, everyone was wondering why Fu Xiaoliu hadn't come out of the Wudan Illusion Realm yet.
"Boom"
Suddenly there was a sound of thunder in Wudanhuan.
Then an inexplicable pressure emanated from the towering tree.
The floor of the entire sacrifice hall square sank three feet in an instant.
If the Third Grandpa and the Fourth Grandpa hadn't thrown a pagoda in time to hang on the group of mortals in the air, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been stunned at this time, but would have completely turned into minced flesh.
"This...what happened in Wudan's fantasy world?"
Fu Shiyi followed everyone away from the Temple Square, only to see spiritual energy swirling and flying for dozens of miles around, rushing into the sycamore tree like a tornado.
After a stick of incense.
The spiritual energy no longer poured into the tree, but slowly gathered into colorful light spots, accumulating more and more, and finally dispersed with a violent shock.
Fu Shiyi raised his eyes and took a look.
I saw that the spiritual energy actually transformed into thousands of fairies, each one as graceful as a giant dragon, some as graceful as a swimming dragon, some playing the harp, some blowing the xun, some beating the drums... and so on.
In the blink of an eye, bursts of ancient fairy sounds came.
A refreshing fragrance also spreads from the sycamore tree.
