Chapter 1339

Thinking of this, Qin Ming was more excited than ever.

If the entire family and the disciples of the Huayu Sect become Emperor Wu, the scorpion demon forces and the Guiqing Sect will all be scraps, and they will be wiped out easily.

"Elder, what kind of elixir is this?" A disciple of the Martial God Sect asked curiously when he saw Qin Ming holding the elixir and remained silent for a long time.

Hearing the voice, Qin Ming came to his senses, carefully put the pill into the interspatial ring, and said with a serious face, "The matter of refining the pill today is of great importance, you must keep your mouth shut, and no one can tell you, you understand?"

"Understood!" The two disciples straightened their faces and replied in unison.

After waving his hands, Qin Ming said, "I'm a little tired, so I'll go to the alchemy room next to me and take a rest. The two of you clean up the place, and go up to rest!"

Qin Ming lived alone in the entire underground palace. The other disciples and Cangyu needed to greet the idle warriors who came to exchange pills, and they also needed to patrol to ensure that the idle warriors did not conflict and did not live here.

After finishing speaking, Qin Ming left the alchemy room and came to the same alchemy room next to it.

The alchemy room was set up and prepared for Cang Yu, but there is not enough manpower at the top, and Cang Yu needs help.

After a period of time, he can be free after recruiting enough warriors to help.

Sitting on the tea chair in the alchemy room, Qin Ming poured himself a cup of tea, his mood gradually calmed down, and his spirit also relaxed.

Refining the divine pill was not easy, even if he hadn't received the last pill calamity, he was already exhausted.

It took a long while before Qin Ming recovered to his peak.

"Fortunately, I cultivate both body and soul, so my body and soul can recover very quickly!"

"If it's an ordinary alchemist, after exhausting the strength of his body, he probably won't be able to recover in ten and a half months."

Finally calmed down again, Qin Ming got up and went to the side to choose the Lingzhi, and carefully placed it on the table.

Quietly looking at these spiritual plants, Qin Ming seemed to see the appearance of Emperor Wu in the family.

With a faint smile, Qin Ming waved his arms, and Ling Zhi began to fly up and down in the air.

Under the burning of the invisible fire, soon, the spiritual plants were refined into liquid beads.

"Condensation!"

Qin Ming concentrated his mind, his eyes were more focused than ever before.

Staring at the sky, waiting for the first thunder to strike at any time, he has already covered his ears with his hands to prevent deafness.

"Wow..."

The unexpected thunder appeared, and the liquid droplets directly condensed together, forming a white pill, which fell to the ground.

"This..." Qin Ming stepped forward quickly and picked up the pill on the ground.

After checking it, this is a waste pill that has lost all its spiritual energy, and it is useless.

"How could this be? Could it be that I, Lingzhi, took the wrong one?"

Thinking of this, Qin Ming took out the simple alchemy formula in the interspatial ring, according to the above, carefully sorted out another spiritual plant, and put it on the ground.

After checking it carefully twice, I put away the prescription.

"This time I can't go wrong!"

Recalling the first alchemy, Qin Ming can be sure that there is no difference between Lingzhi this time and that time.

After adjusting his emotions again, he began to make alchemy methodically.

The result... was still the same, what was refined was still the white waste pill, without thunder, let alone sound, it just quietly became a waste pill.

"what happened?"

"Why does this happen?"

"The Lingzhi just now will never be wrong!"

It is possible to make a mistake once, but after checking it again and again, how could it be possible to make a mistake again!