Mortal Seeking Immortal

On the eighteenth day of alchemy, most of the spiritual power in the bodies of the cultivators had been consumed. Ye Zhou took another Qi Gathering Pill to restore his spiritual power.

At this time, Ye Zhou noticed that some cultivators with weak spirits had their eyes straight and yawned continuously. It was obvious that the Luo Linghua mixed in the pill had taken effect.

But this did not arouse the vigilance of the cultivators. After all, they had been refining the pill for eighteen days. Fatigue was a normal phenomenon. In order not to arouse the suspicion of the national teacher, Ye Zhou also pretended to be tired. From time to time, he was stunned and drooling. The national teacher also reminded him to cheer up.

With his superb acting skills, Ye Zhou deceived the national teacher and his two disciples.

Half a day passed in a blink of an eye. There was a series of crisp sounds of "clang clang clang" from the alchemy furnace, and the huge alchemy furnace began to shake slightly.

This scene excited some exhausted monks: "Finally the pill is done! If it weren't for the three Huangyuan pills given by the national teacher, I would never have been able to hold on until now."

"Great! After the pill is done, we can receive the reward. I wonder what elixir His Majesty will give us?"

"I'm so sleepy. I have to take a good nap after refining the pill this time. I have never been so sleepy in many years of cultivation."

Ye Zhou also pretended to be happy with everyone, but secretly looked at the dozen monks in the formation and found that seven or eight monks had fallen asleep without knowing when.

Ye Zhou's heart "clicked" and predicted that the national teacher might take action, and his hand was already on the storage bag on his waist.

As time passed, the sound of the pills in the pill furnace became louder and louder, but the national teacher sitting behind the pill furnace did not move at all and was not ready to open the furnace.

The happy expressions on the faces of the monks froze, and their eyes turned to the national master with puzzled expressions, as if they didn't understand why the national master didn't take the pill. While waiting, two more monks fell into a deep sleep.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask carefully: "The elixir is ready, why doesn't the national master take it? We don't have much spiritual power left in our bodies, I'm afraid we can't hold on for much longer."

The national master's eyes slowly moved to the cultivator who spoke, and said with a smile: "Please wait a moment, my fellow immortals, the elixir I'm refining is not yet ready. If I open the furnace now, I'm afraid all my efforts will be wasted."

A trace of doubt flashed in everyone's eyes, and they all looked at the empty shelves around them, whispering: "All the spiritual plants used for refining the elixir have been put into the furnace, why does the national master still say that the elixir is not yet ready? Did the national master remember it wrong?"

"According to the steps of refining the elixir, the elixir is indeed ready now. If we don't take it now, I'm afraid the fire of this furnace of elixir will be over."

"......."

Seeing that most of the cultivators had fallen asleep, the national master interrupted everyone's discussion and said: My furnace pill is indeed not yet refined, that's because there is still one last medicinal ingredient missing. After adding this medicinal ingredient, the furnace pill will be completed. "

Everyone asked in confusion: "Oh? I wonder what this medicinal ingredient the national teacher is talking about? Why haven't you added it to the pill furnace yet?"

The national teacher sneered and said: "The last medicinal ingredient I want to add is your essence, blood and lifespan!"

Everyone was shocked and said: "What? ! "

"National teacher are you kidding? If you add our essence, blood and lifespan, can we still live?"

The national teacher said coldly: "What does your life and death have to do with me? I added Luo Linghua to the pill I gave you, and I wanted you to die comfortably. I didn't expect that your souls were stronger than others, and you didn't fall into a coma. Well, let you be drained of your essence, blood and lifespan while awake!"

"Fan Luo, do it!"

Ye Zhou's eyes flashed with a gleam of brilliance.

Even he never expected that this national teacher would be so bold as to refine twenty cultivators of the tenth level of Qi training in one fell swoop, and even he, the direct disciple of the head of the "Xianmen", did not intend to let him go.

As soon as the national teacher finished speaking, Fan Luo, who was beside Ye Zhou, immediately took out a formation flag and waved the formation flag in his hand to inject several spiritual powers into the formation under him.

Almost at the same time, Ye Zhou also waved the formation flag to inject spiritual power into the Qi formation under him, trying to stop the Qi formation.

Unexpectedly, the Qi formation under him was suddenly out of Ye Zhou's control. Instead, as Fan Luo waved the formation flag, the formation ran faster and faster, and the spiritual power that was already little left in everyone's body was lost faster.

As the spiritual power in everyone's body was lost in large quantities, the remaining formation began to appear outside the Qi formation. In a short while, the entire formation was fully revealed.

Ye Zhou scanned the formation and his face changed slightly: "National Master, this is the Blood Withering Formation!"

The National Master looked at Ye Zhou in amazement: "I didn't expect that you are so young, but you are so meticulous. You didn't fall into my trap, but it doesn't matter. You are only at the tenth level of Qi training, and you can't make any waves!"

At this time, Ye Zhou finally understood why the National Master was willing to let him control the formation. At the beginning, the Qi formation controlled by Ye Zhou was just an auxiliary formation of the Blood Withering Formation. When Fan Luo, who was at the center of the formation, operated the Blood Withering Formation as the main formation, Ye Zhou, who was at the center of the auxiliary formation, would lose control of the formation.

Feeling the uncontrolled flow of spiritual energy into the formation, Ye Zhou's face turned cold and he said, "It seems that you have planned it all out. Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the Immortal Sect? The crime you committed this time is enough for Master to hunt you down personally!"

The Imperial Master laughed a series of 'hehehe' laughs: "Yes, it's all because the Dawu Dynasty is too remote and weak. Even if the whole country gathers its strength, it can't gather 20 immortal cultivators above the tenth level of Qi training. Otherwise, I would never be willing to take the risk of letting the emperor seek help from the Immortal Sect."

"In the past, it was Luo Yun who came to carry out the mission. This time, the head of the Xianmen Sect actually sent you. You should blame it, kid. You have bad luck!"

Ye Zhou's face was extremely gloomy. He said to Fan Luo beside him: "Fan Luo, if this blood-drying formation continues to operate, including you who are at the center of the formation, you will also be sucked dry and refined into pills. Why don't you stop?!"

Who knew that Fan Luo continued to wave the formation flag to speed up the operation of the blood-drying formation as if he didn't hear what Ye Zhou said.

The national teacher outside the formation laughed and said, "You are really smart. You know how to turn my disciples against me. It's a pity that no matter what you say now, Fan Luo will not stop. He will only listen to me now, hehe."

"You controlled him?"

Perhaps in the mind of the national teacher, Ye Zhou was already a dying man, so the national teacher was particularly confident in Ye Zhou: "That's right, originally I didn't need my disciples to make the elixir this time, but who made that damn Mo Yunzi disappear? I couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while, so I had to bear the pain and let my disciples take over."

As the blood-drying formation was running rapidly, a large amount of spiritual power was injected into the alchemy furnace. At this time, a shrill cry sounded from the edge of the formation.

Ye Zhou looked at the sound and saw that several cultivators at the edge of the formation had been drained of their blood and lifespan bit by bit. Their originally plump flesh and blood quickly became dry, and their black hair turned white in an instant. In the blink of an eye, they aged by dozens of years.