Chapter 1939: Purple Spirit Dan

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Chapter 1939 Purple Soul Pill
"Boss, in the treasure house of Tianminghai, have you got high-level elixir materials in addition to these fifth- and fourth-level elixir materials?"
Suddenly, it seems to be remembering something, Xiaoyan's eyes flashed a light of the Tao.
"High-grade elixir material?"
"There are several strains of elixir material!"
Xiao Yan didn't say, Mo Wentian almost forgot, Xiao Xiao said so, Mo Wentian remembered it instantly.
"Buzz ..."
Mo Wentian didn't hesitate at all. When his mind moved, several strains of elixir with purple light appeared.
With the emergence of these sedans, a strong medicinal scent diffused instantly.
"Boss, this ..."
"This is the material of the sixth-grade miracle medicine?"
Watching the emergence of these elixirs, Xiaoxiong took a moment's notice, returned to God, couldn't help it.
"Yes, this is the elixir for refining Zihundan!"
"Once the sixth-level Purple Soul Pill is refined, it can be lifted up if devoured!"
The icy voice sounded, and the expression of Mo Tian was extremely serious.
"Purple Soul Pill can raise the soul?"
"Boss, how much can one's soul be enhanced by consuming a purple soul dan?"
Xiao Yan looked at Mo Wentian, and a faint ray of light rose in his eyes instantly.
Xiao Xiu's cultivation is that although he has reached the perfect state of heaven, the spirit has not yet reached a thousand feet.
This is also one of the reasons Xiao Xiu's cultivation failed to break through to the emperor's realm.
The improvement of Xiuwei has a close relationship with the spirit. If Xiaoyao's spirit can be ascended to the limit of the spirit of Heavenly Supreme Realm, his cultivation is to break through. What is lacking is strength.
"I do n’t know how many souls a purple souldan can improve!"
"This is promoted according to the spirits of different people!"
Mo Wentian frowned slightly, lowering the voice.
"Boss ..."
Listening to Mo Wentian's remarks, Xiaoxiong opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"This Purple Soul Pill is also the time to start refining!"
The next moment, it seemed to be remembering something, Mo Wentian's eyes flashed a light.
"Boss, are you going to start making Purple Soul Pill?"
As Mo Wentian's words came out, the magical figure flashed, fell in front of Mo Wentian, stretched out his furry claws, and scratched his head.
"Ok!"
"This furnace must make eight-spot purple souldan!"
The powerful voice sounded, and Mo Wentian's eyes were full of firmness.
With that said, Mo Wentian quickly made countless seals to Yan Shending with both hands.
With countless Indian tactics hitting, Mo Wentian's figure flashed, and in the void, there was only one Ding Shen Ding.
"Ask the Lord of Heaven, is this furnace refining Zihundan?"
At this moment, Ji Wujing looked at the only Yan Shen Ding who was still refining the elixir in the void, and there was a flash of light in his eyes.
"Yes, this is the refining of Zihundan!"
"This Emperor protects the law. In this furnace, the Emperor does not say that he will make ten marks, but at least he will make eight marks!"
For Ji Wujing, Mo Wentian didn't hide anything.
After all, in the ancient relics, Ji Wujing has dealt with many times, as well as coming to the heavenly world, I have to say that Ji Wujing has given him a lot of help.
Ji Wujing is currently in a very bad situation in Ji Tianjie. Mo Wentian also wants to improve Ji Wujing's strength.
In Mo Wentian's heart, he had great trust in Ji Wujing, even if he told him to refine Zihundan, it wouldn't hurt to tell him.
"Bang bang ..."
After speaking, Mo Wentian even sat down cross-legged again, hitting one by one in his hands.
In the void, all the ninety-nine flame gods except the flame gods who are refining the elixir disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, Mo Wentian focused all his attention on the Yan God Ding who was refining the elixir.
"Zihundan, come on!"
"Ning Dan!"
Every bit of cold drinking sounded instantly in the void.
With Mo Wentian's cold drink, the speed at which the printing method was printed in that hand grew faster.
"Bang bang ..."
The sound of bangs and bangs reminded me of a strong scent of elixir in the flame of the flame, and it instantly filled.
At the same time, a dazzling azure sky rushed into the sky above the hall of Devouring Heaven.
Seen from a distance, the Great Temple of Devouring Heaven at this moment is shrouded in purple awn, as if it were a heavenly palace.
In a hurry, countless disciples of Devouring Heaven looked with their eyes toward the Great Devouring Temple.
"What a bright purple awn? Where did I seem to see this purple awn?"
"Don't you say that the master of the kingdom refined the elixir in the hall? Is this the rumored purple soul refining success?"
"Purple Soul Pill? You mean Purple Soul Pill that can directly improve the soul?"
"Purple soul elixir is the sixth-grade elixir. The master of the world can even make it."
"The Lord of the Souls has refined the Purple Soul Pill. This Purple Soul Pill has not been refined for a long time in the entire Celestial Realm. I think it will cause a sensation!"
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The strong scent of medicine came, and all the figures talked about instantly.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.
"Bang bang ..."
The crackling sounds resounded again.
"Purple Soul Pill, come out!"
With a cold drink, Mo Wentian flickered, and the palm of his hand was directly shot on the Fire God Ding.
With the photograph of Mo Wentian's palm, the tripod cover above that of the Yan Ding opened instantly.
Two Purple Soul Pills burst out from the Fire God Ding.
"Two Purple Soul Pills?"
"Ask the Lord of Heaven to make two Purple Soul Pills in one furnace?"
Looking at the two purple soul dandelions shining brightly in the void, not far from Ji Wujing, his eyes were full of impressive colors.
"Young Master, the fragrance of the medicine on these two purple soul pill is so strong, at least it should reach the level of seven marks!"
Ji Ming took a breath and said uncontrollably.
"Seven marks?"
"You can see clearly, where is the Seven-spot Purple Soul Pill, this is the nine-spot Purple Soul Pill!"
Ji Wujing's eyes widened instantly, looking up at that purple soul dan.
It's okay not to look at this. Ji Ming's body can't help but take a few steps back. In his eyes, it's even more impressive.
Although he is the young master of Ji Tianjie, he has not even seen Zihundan, and he has never even heard of it.
Mo Wentian made two Purple Soul Pills in front of him at one time, and they were still the Purple Soul Pills with nine marks. How could he not be shocked in his mind?
"Only two purple soul pill, still a little worse!"
Nana whispered in her mouth, and there was a dim look in Mo Wentian's eyes.
It seems that the two purple soul pill that are refined are still somewhat dissatisfied.
Such words did not let Ji Wujing hear them. If they heard them, they would have to find a hole in the cave and get into it immediately.
Not to mention them, even Dan Yao, Dan ’s disciple, has no room for self-confidence.
Mo Wentian refined two nine-spot purple soul dans once, so the ability to refining dans is not enough to describe it as a monster.
"My cultivation is still too bad!"
"If my cultivation has reached the state of heaven, there are six levels of raw materials. If you want to make ten marks, it will not be a problem!"
But the next moment, what seemed to be remembered, in Mo Wentian's eyes, a dazzling light rose up.
"Close!"
Immediately, Mo Wentian coldly sang and waved his hand, and the two purple soul dandelions were all included in the bag.
"Miss, it's too strong to ask God!"
And at this moment, Yinger returned from the shock and couldn't help the way.
"He is a man of destiny, how can he be ordinary!"
Mo Qingqing's eyes flashed a light.