"The leader is gone, and what follows is a swarm of ants. Pass my order, and all the disciples must gather in the square."
A moment later, almost all Fengyue Sect disciples were standing on the sect square.
Only a handful of disciples heard the news that Bu Tianya had crippled several elders and fled.
"You are all disciples of my Fengyue Sect. As the sect leader, I will naturally not treat you badly. Starting from tomorrow, with Fengyue Sect as the center, I will kill all the surrounding small sects! Let's kill them one by one and rob them.
Spiritual herbs are suitable for you, you can keep them for cultivation."
Bu Tianya's faint words were like the hell Yama standing at the top and able to pronounce life and death casually.
"What? The sect leader wants us to kill other small sects?"
"How could this happen? I...my sweetheart is in the sect next door!"
"I don't want to! Let me kill innocent people indiscriminately! Impossible!"
Soon, the crowd of sect disciples almost exploded.
Discussions arose one after another, and many disciples expressed their positions immediately.
Of course, without exception, these sounds all fell into Bu Tianya's ears.
To him, this situation was not unexpected, and he had already thought of a solution.
With a wave of Bu Tianya's hand, Zhao Fengyue, whose cultivation had been abolished and in a coma, was put on a high platform.
"Everyone, I am doing this today to make Fengyue Sect more powerful. Of course, if you are not willing, this will be your fate!"
This sentence is almost a naked threat!
All the disciples present looked pale!
With the strength of the sect leader, it would be easy to kill them.
Now that even the former sect leader is in trouble, how can he show mercy to them?
Seeing that no one expressed their opinions, Bu Tianya smiled slightly, and the terrifying power of the seventh-level emperor spread instantly.
With a wave of his hand, the bodies of several disciples exploded into a ball of blood mist.
Almost no trace of life was left.
He has already begun to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, if these disciples are still stubborn and do not know what to do.
Then he wouldn't mind imprisoning all these people, torturing them day and night, and enjoying the power of fear.
"The sect master is unparalleled in the world!"
I don’t know who said this, but it was instantly echoed by countless disciples.
They don't really agree with Bu Tianya, but the most important thing now is to stay alive!
Looking at the people in front of him who were bowing their heads, Bu Tianya's lips slightly raised.
In this way, the speed at which you can improve your cultivation will reach a terrifying level.
As long as he breaks through the pseudo-immortal, Ye Lang will only die!
In the future, you will ascend to the realm of true immortals! If you return to the immortal world with this magic bead, you will become the strongest person in the entire immortal world!
Everything will surrender under your feet!
As for Ye Lang, he still doesn't know everything that happened in Fengyue Sect.
Now the Xukun Sect has been completely wiped out by the Lang Sect, and its biggest enemy has also disappeared.
After a few days of rest, Ye Lang also focused on refining the eighth-grade high-grade elixir.
As long as his level of medicine refining can break through, the strength of the entire Lang Sect will definitely rise to the next level.
"Have you decided yet?"
After Mo Wushuang and Ye Lang enjoyed the night, they gently leaned on Ye Lang's chest and asked.
"Everyone's cultivation is constantly improving. Sooner or later, the eighth-grade intermediate pills will be insufficient. You don't want to stop here, do you?"
As he spoke, Ye Lang couldn't help but kiss Mo Wushuang's cheek.
This action made Mo Wushuang's extremely fair cheeks instantly turn red with embarrassment, and he said in a coquettish voice.
"rogue!"
"I'm not a gangster, I'm obviously a gentleman, okay?"
Ye Lang turned over as he spoke. What happened next made Mo Wushuang blush even more.
"Eighth-grade high-level elixirs are no small matter. They are almost qualitatively different from those of eighth-grade intermediate ones. I may have to retreat for a period of time. During this time, the sect's elixirs will be left to you."
Ye Lang put on his clothes and looked at Mo Wushuang beside him.
"That won't work! I also have to try to break through the eighth-grade intermediate level. You are progressing so fast, and I don't want to be inferior to you!"
Mo Wushuang shook his head with a rather feminine air.
His eyes were full of intense determination.
"That sect may be out of supply of elixirs."
"What are you afraid of? My father and the others are also eighth-grade alchemists. It shouldn't be a problem if they are a little tired."
"That makes sense!"
While the two were talking, Mo Zhan, Ling Yao and other eighth-level alchemists couldn't help but sneeze together.
Ye Lang reached out and took out a pill recipe named Qingxuan Pill from the ring.
Compared with those of my own, the eighth-grade high-level elixirs collected in this volume are relatively simple, and the required medicinal materials are enough for me to try hundreds of times.
The effect of this Qingxuan Pill is extraordinary. It can almost directly increase the level of monks in the imperial realm by one or even two levels.
As long as you put more effort into stabilizing the state in the future, it can be said that there will be almost no side effects at all.
The process of alchemy is still the same as before, but now Ye Lang is more cautious.
After all, this is the first time to refine an eighth-grade high-level elixir, so you still have to be more careful.
When you become proficient in it in the future, you will really be able to start mass production continuously.
Just when the elixir was condensing, a sudden change occurred.
The various essences that had been refined originally showed serious rejection at this moment.
Ye Lang knew in his heart that if the pill condensation was not possible, no matter how precious or high-grade these medicinal materials were.
That's just a plate of loose sand.
I can never achieve that kind of qualitative leap.
"I don't believe it! Give it to me!"
Ye Lang gave a low drink, and the spiritual energy from his body rippled out, wrapping the entire pill.
Through the continuous compression of spiritual energy, I want to forcibly complete the elixir condensation.
As time goes by, the rejection between each medicinal ingredient seems to have weakened a lot.
But the progress is really too slow, if it continues like this.
It is estimated that it will take ten days and a half to refine an eighth-grade high-level elixir.
In that time, Ye Lang was able to refine several carts of eighth-grade intermediate elixirs!
"No, there must be something wrong somewhere!"
Ye Lang frowned, and every move he made when refining the medicinal materials flashed through his mind.
Want to find out where the flaw lies.
I don't know how long it took, but Ye Lang seemed to have a sudden epiphany.
Perhaps the real problem is not refining medicinal materials or condensing elixirs at all.
An eighth-grade high-level elixir is only one step away from a ninth-grade pill.
It is no longer comparable to the eighth-grade intermediate pills. In this transitional stage to the ninth grade, there must be something that has not been seen before!
With his thoughts at this point, Ye Lang made a thought and injected a faint power of heaven and earth.
This power, which is almost too weak to be noticed, actually completely eliminates the rejection between the medicinal materials in an instant.
Accompanied by a refreshing aroma of medicine, a green elixir surrounded by a faint spiritual energy floated in the air.