Chapter 1022: No result

All the disciples were finally convinced that the sect master was really in danger, and the elders had nothing to do. The sect master’s injuries could not be cured at all.
For a time, everyone's heart and heart were broken, as if the sky was falling.
If the Martial God Sect does not have a sovereign, is the Martial God Sect still a Martial God?
"If you want to see the Sect Master, you can go in one by one! But remember, don't quarrel with the Sect Master!"
After speaking, Cang Yu shook his head, left this sad place, and headed towards Qin Ming's alchemy room.
He hasn't been to Qin Ming's alchemy room for a year. The last time he came, Qin Ming still had no clue, and the suzerain's injuries were getting more and more serious, and he hadn't reported much hope.
One more thing, Qin Ming's research on pill can not be disturbed. Every time he comes, he is afraid of interrupting Qin Ming's research inspiration.
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Qin Ming's alchemy room.
A delicate jade bowl was placed on the ground, and Qin Ming frowned in thought while looking at the liquid in the jade bowl.
"Why can't it?"
"No matter what auxiliary Lingzhi is used, there is no way to stimulate all the medicinal properties in it!"
He has been researching new pill for three years. In the past three years, he has been circling around the thousand-year-old Qin Shiju. He has tried countless methods, but no matter what kind of spiritual plant is used with it, no matter what method is used to refine it, it can’t be perfectly stimulated. Its detoxification properties.
Either the refined liquid can only exert a weak detoxification effect, or it can only speed up the cultivation of the martial artist, which is not the result he wants.
Other alchemists may need to refine a complete pot of pills to determine the properties of the medicine. Qin Ming has a wealth of experience in alchemy, and the liquid formed by the fusion of several spiritual plants, he can probably judge after refining the pills. , There will be medicinal properties.
If it was only for refining the magical pill, he would definitely not choose the antidote properties of the thousand-year-old Qin Shiju, but would choose it to increase the research of the martial artist's cultivation.
But his main thing now is to save the lord, even if it is a pill to refine the divine rank and increase the cultivation, it is of no use.
"What's the difference!?"
"In the past three years, I have tried a lot of Lingzhi, but why is there no satisfactory result!"
"Could it be that I chose Lingzhi wrong, shouldn't I choose Millennium Qin Shiju?"
Even if he chooses the wrong one now, he doesn't have time to change it, although he has been practicing alchemy. He had never left the alchemy room, but he still knew a little bit about the outside situation.
The poison in the suzerain deepened, and there was not much time left.
Qin Ming is a pill god. Although he has never seen a poisonous god, he has entered the divine soul space of the sovereign.
At that time, the sect master's soul space was completely suppressed by Hongyun, and the sect master could only defend hard.
He had personally tried Hongyun's weirdness, and he could devour the power of the soul, if it weren't for the master of Wudi, he would have died long ago.
Although Divine Poison could not kill the Sect Master for a while, it would develop for a long time and the Red Cloud would grow stronger, and it would be difficult for the Sect Master to resist.
The suzerain has been able to hold on for three years, which is beyond Qin Ming's expectation. Emperor Wu is the Emperor Wu with strong vitality.
Every day that time passed, his heart became anxious, not to mention that he hadn't even gained a bit now, he felt ashamed of the Martial God Sect.
"You can't go wrong. Thousand-year Qin Stone Milk can definitely make a miraculous detoxification pill!"
Qin Ming worked hard to cheer himself up, and now it was obviously too late to replace Lingzhi.
Moreover, Qin Ming was even less optimistic about the other Lingzhi, even if he wanted to change, there was no better choice.