When Rouxue saw Wang Huan staring at her and affirmatively, she nodded seriously and took a deep breath. A huge mutant mental power was released from Rouxue's hands. The mutant mental power was constantly injected into the potion cauldron, compressing the spiritual ball.
The spirit ball continues to shrink under the compression of the huge mental power in the potion cauldron, and huge energy is constantly gathering in the air. As the spirit ball in the potion cauldron is constantly compressed and smaller, the speed of the aerial medicine disaster cloud absorbing energy is getting faster and faster.
An hour later, the spirit ball in the potion cauldron was compressed and left to the size of a fist. But Rouxue's mutated mental power had been completely exhausted, sweat beads appeared on her forehead, her face was pale, she couldn't support it, and her mental power continued to weaken.
"Xuexue, absorb the mutated mental power I released, quickly convert it into my own mutated mental power, and inject it into the potion cauldron." Wang Huan stood aside and reminded that when Rouxue heard this, she nodded tiredly and absorbed the mental power transmitted by Wang Huan.
When Rouxue heard Wang Huan say this, she couldn't help but tremble all over. Unexpectedly, Wang Huan would make such a decision to transfer her mutated mental power to others. This would have a considerable impact on her own potion cultivation. All potion kings were unwilling to do this. Seeing Rouxue's hesitant expression, Wang Huan said seriously, "Xuexue, don't worry about me, I am the eighth level potion king. The mutated mental power I sent to you is converted by absorbing the surrounding energy and has no effect on me."
Whether Rouxue listened to his words or not, she directly released her mental power and rushed towards Rouxue. Rouxue had no time to think about it. Seeing the huge mental power rushing towards her, she shouted lightly, and the acupuncture points in her body opened one after another, absorbing the huge mutated mental power released by Wang Huan into the body continuously. Feeling that there was a mutated mental power in her body, Rouxue's face relaxed a lot, and her hands continued to release her mental power.
The huge mutant mental power surged like a tide, but when the mutant mental power reached Rouxue, Rouxue could feel that the mutant mental power released by Wang Huan seemed very soft and slow. Rouxue absorbed it, and it seemed very easy.
What a strong mutant mental power, Brother Huan's accuracy in controlling mutant mental power is far beyond my understanding. If these mutant mental powers are more powerful, I guess I will not only not be able to absorb these mutant mental powers, but also be shocked.
"Xuexue, don't think about anything else. Before you are exhausted, you must extract the sixth-grade magical potion." Wang Huan's voice came from Rouxue's mind. Rouxue heard the gentle voice of Wan Wanghuan, nodded seriously, and hit her attention in the medicine cauldron.
Although Wang Huan's mental power supported Rouxue, Rouxue had used her mutated mental power excessively and she couldn't support it. Rouxue only felt that her consciousness became more and more blurred, and her head became dizzy, and she felt that she might be unconscious at any time.
Feeling that his body could not support him, Rouxue bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from unconscious. The spirit ball in the potion cauldron was getting smaller and smaller. Wang Huan stood aside, feeling that Rouxue's ability to withstand reached its limit.
If you continue like this, although Wang Huan's mutated mental power cannot be consumed much, Rouxue will fall into a coma because she cannot support her, and may even be devoured by the mutated mental power. At the very least, she will be unconscious, and at the worst, she may be devoured by the mutated mental power to die.
Just as Wang Huan was hesitating whether to stop mutating mental power to Rouxue, Rouxue's mouth raised slightly, showing a rare smile, and said exhaustedly, "Brother Huan, Xuexue finally successfully extracted the first bottle of sixth-grade magic recovery potion."
Suddenly hearing Rouxue say this, Wang Huan was slightly stunned. Before he could understand what was going on, Rouxue suddenly stopped absorbing the mutated mental power released by Wang Huan. Seeing this scene, Wang Huan hurriedly retracted the mutated mental power back into his body.
At this moment, Rouxue placed his hands on the potion cauldron and roared, and the huge mutant mental powers in the potion cauldron became wild and exploded in an instant. Only a low and dull sound was heard from the potion cauldron, which was heard.
With a bang, the spiritual ball the size of a fist was instantly shocked to the size of a thumb under the explosion of mental power. The cloud of potion disaster in the air also thunder and lightning sounded at this moment, and the speed of energy absorbed was far beyond the usual.
On the edge of this forest, members of the Death Sect and members of the Spirit Sect who were fighting were feeling the changes in the air. They all frowned slightly and looked into the air, their eyes full of astonishment. The speed at which the potion robbery cloud absorbed energy was beyond their range of knowledge. Even if the potion was about to come out of the cauldron, the speed at which the potion robbery cloud absorbed energy should not be so fast. At this time, the huge energy in the space formed black clouds, and the rotating spiral nests in the air were constantly absorbed at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye.
Guo Yun, the seventh-level ancient flame war king of the Spirit Sect, saw the potion robbery clouds in the air constantly absorbing energy, and he showed a ferocious smile on his face. He stared at the sixth-level peak ancient flame war king standing opposite him, and sneered, "If I guess correctly, the potion king who refines the fifth grade or above potion in this forest is also a member of your Death Sect. You protect here to help him protect the Dharma. Now the potion robbery thunder is about to descend. Do you think a potion king can withstand the potion thunder?"
Guo Yun, the seventh-level ancient flame war king of the Spirit Sect, was quite cunning. He was confident that he would continue to fight. He could kill Robing, the sixth-level ancient flame war king girl in front of him, but it would take a lot of effort, so he wanted to disturb Robing's thoughts and kill her with one blow.
But this seventh-level ancient flame war king of the Spirit Sect, Guo Yun, never expected that Roubing ignored his words at all. He still held two long swords in his hand and continued to release fierce attacks on him with his martial arts skills, which made Guo Yun, the seventh-level ancient flame war king.
Could it be that the Poison King, who was refining the fifth grade or above potion not far away, wasn’t the Death Sect’s person? Otherwise, how could this level 6 Ancient Flame King girl remain indifferent? Or was there some members of the Death Sect helping the Poison King resist the Poison Heavenly Thunder?
This seems impossible. According to the reports of the members of the Spirit Sect, the strongest person in the Death Sect is the Level 6 Ancient Flame War King. Although what surprised Guo Yun was that there were two Level 6 Ancient Flame War Kings in the Death Sect. In addition to Rou Bing who fought with him here, there was the Level 6 Ancient Flame War King girl holding a golden spear on the other side. The members of the Death Sect should have gathered here. Why are the Level 6 Ancient Flame War King girl not worried about the sky thunder in the air? Just as he was confused, the sky tragedy sounded loudly through the clouds.
Listening to the thunder in the magic disaster cloud, even Rou Bing couldn't help but look up at the magic disaster cloud in the air. The rapid absorption speed of the magic disaster cloud was far beyond their expectations. They had never seen the magic disaster cloud that absorbed energy so quickly.
I felt that the thunder of the potion in the air could drop at any time. Whether it was members of the Death Sect or the members of the Spirit Sect, they all retreated aside, staring at the lightning in the air, and the thunderous thunderous thunder was just under the eyes of everyone.
In the distance, when everyone saw a figure slowly jumping up, the figure floating below the Potion Calamity Cloud. Although the distance was too far, they could not see the person in the air, but they could see the figure in the air, standing under the Potion Calamity Cloud with both hands on their backs, the seventy-nine members of the Death Sect showed excitement and fanatical eyes on their faces, and they could hardly see clearly, but the members of the Death Sect knew very well who the figure in the air was.
What was shocked in my heart was the twenty members of the Spirit Sect. Even the seventh-level ancient flame war king Guo Yun couldn't help but take a breath. Even he did not dare to resist the thunder easily, and Guo Yun did not dare to touch the power of the thunder.
But who is the figure in the air? Why did he appear under the potion catastrophe cloud? Is he planning to resist the Tianle Thunder of the Pharmacy alone with his own strength? This is simply a move to seek death. At least these members of the Spirit Sect think that the person in the air is seeking death.
Below the potion disaster cloud, Rouxue compressed the spirit ball into a state that was only the size of a thumb. Rouxue used excessive mutant mental power and could not bear the feeling of fatigue. Her eyes turned black and she fell to the ground.
At this critical moment, Wang Huan flashed and appeared in front of Rouxue, gently hugged Rouxue, then slowly placed Rouxue on the ground, looked up at the drug disaster cloud in the air, and was thundering loudly, and Wang Huan released his spiritual wings.
Wang Huan's figure floated into the air, his expression and behavior seemed particularly calm, staring at the sky's medicine disaster clouds. The sky's medicine disaster clouds seemed very active, one after another, one lightning thunder continued to shuttle through the medicine disaster clouds, with loud noises.
What made Wang Huan strange was that the energy of the lightning thunder had clearly reached saturation, but it had not yet dropped the thunder. After about five minutes, the thunder in the air had undergone tremendous changes, and the rapidly rotating black cloud spiral became slow.
The Potion Garrison Cloud in the air seemed to have begun to form a form in a vague way. The members of the Dead Sect and the Spirit Cult who were watching from a distance, when they saw the slowly forming Potion Garrison Cloud from afar, they couldn't help but take a breath of air.
My heart was filled with shock. This was something they had never seen before. What happened in the cloud of potion disaster that made such a thing happen? Roubing, Situ Li, Zhang Bao, and they were all completely shocked by the scene in the air.
Perhaps Wang Huan at close range had not yet discovered what the aura of the medicine disaster cloud formed, but the members of the Death Sect and the Spirit Sect standing in the distance had all vaguely discovered that the shape formed by the aura of the medicine disaster cloud was like an eye!
A giant eye pupil! As the formation of the sky's medicine disaster cloud, the giant eye pupil became clearer and clearer. In less than five minutes, the sky's medicine disaster cloud formed a huge eye. The huge eye was angrily staring at Wang Huan standing under the sky's medicine disaster cloud.