Chapter 117 Holy Blood Alchemy

On the sacred mountain, Yang Shou saw that Telas handed over the fire of the Jinwu Courtyard to Changsheng, and Changsheng began to refine the elixir to cure cancer.

This is his obsession, even though the teacher has died long ago before his eyes, but he will never forget it.

In front of Shending, Changsheng manipulated the original fire of the Golden Crow like his arms and fingers. After a few days of mastering, he was completely familiar with the attributes of the fire of the Golden Crow, that is, the fire of the sun. The elixir is more confident.

After ten years of research, Changsheng has a deep knowledge of elixir, especially after he has mastered the contents of the "Medical Canon", he also studied the books related to elixir in the library of the Wizarding Academy.

Everything is just to fulfill the teacher's wish back then, to cure his poison!

"Teacher, you are the spirit in the sky, please look at me, I will definitely refine the elixir, so that you can rest in peace!"

Changsheng took a deep breath, raised his head, and by coincidence, looked in the direction of the sacred mountain.

A few black lines appeared on Yang Shou's face, in the spirit of the sky? Rest in peace?

If he hadn't died already, he would have given Changsheng a few chestnuts and let him plow a whole field just like in the rune world.

"Dirk, put all the pills I have refined over the years into it!"

Changsheng turned around and ordered Dirk.

In the past ten years, all the elixirs he refined were collected by Deke, and some successful elixirs were pocketed by him, but Changsheng always turned a blind eye.

Feeling the solemnity of Changsheng, Dirk's expression also became serious, and he took out a total of 108 black, round and translucent pills, and threw them into the divine cauldron.

Yang Shou's eyes brightened. For the past ten years, he has been cultivating Golden Crows in the prehistoric world. Didn't he expect Changsheng to come to this point?

Alchemy with alchemy?

Such a genius idea, just don't know how it will turn out.

When Yang Shou was concentrating, the fire of the sun erupted loudly, and began to burn and forge crazily towards the divine cauldron.

"boom!"

Huge high temperature filled the cauldron, and in just a split second, one hundred and eight pills exploded and turned into shattered pieces. The medicinal properties fled frantically in the divine cauldron, and were locked in the divine cauldron.

Changsheng sat cross-legged under the cauldron, silently waiting for the potion of medicine, like an old man sitting still.

However, in the next second, Chang Sheng's expression changed drastically, sensing something strange in the cauldron, he stood up abruptly.

"Is it still not enough? The 108 pills I have refined are all powerful pills, not only the Body Tempering Pill that strengthens the body, but also the Longevity Pill that simulates the movement of the gods, and the Peiyuan Pill that simulates the singing of the wind." Dan..."

"Because of this, is it incompatible?"

What Changsheng wanted was to directly refine a detoxification pill, not for the poison of Ryze, but for all the poisons in the world!

Therefore, the elixirs he chose to refine were strange and varied, and even more than ten of them were poisonous elixirs!

But these elixirs themselves have strong medicinal properties and are not easy to fuse. Right now, in the divine cauldron, the elixirs that have turned into powder have begun to frantically repel and fight. If there is no accident, this furnace of elixirs will become a waste elixir !

"No, absolutely not! I have been preparing this furnace for ten years, and I must succeed!"

Chang Sheng clenched his fists, his eyes were like lightning, and his momentum was like a rainbow. In an instant, the emperor's demeanor was fully displayed, and he stretched out a hand. A scratch appeared on the wrist, but no trace of blood flowed out.

After the Eucharist was completed, his physical body had no leaks, and his qi and blood circulated by themselves. No matter how big the wound was, it was impossible for blood to flow out.

However……

Changsheng groaned and forced out his own blood. The golden holy blood flowed out and was drawn into the divine cauldron by him.

Seeing this, Dirk's face changed drastically, revealing an extremely worried look: "The Holy Body of the Great Emperor is precious, it's just a batch of pills, you must take care of the Holy Body, don't leak blood essence again..."

His tone was full of concern, he stared closely at Chang Sheng's wrist, but a trace of greed flashed in his eyes.

After following Changsheng for so long, he already knew that Changsheng was invincible physically because of the achievement of the holy body, and the holy blood is so precious, the whole world has just one...

The point is, if no one is an opponent of longevity, no one will be able to obtain the holy blood!

Changsheng glanced at him coldly, his eyes were cold, and he said in a tone he had never seen before: "Back a hundred meters away, this batch of pills must not make any mistakes, otherwise..."

During the speech, his blood was continuously poured into the divine cauldron, maintaining the stable fusion of the elixir with powerful holy blood.

I don't know how long it took to deliver it, even though he was the holy body, his face was a little pale, and he felt that the elixir in the divine cauldron had fallen into the top spot, so he stopped oppressing the holy blood to flow out of his body.

In just an instant, the wound on his wrist healed, and he recovered as before, but his body lost a lot of blood, and he was slightly weak.

"Dike, from today onwards, I will retreat here. If there is nothing important, I won't see anyone."

Looking at the divine cauldron, Chang Sheng spoke solemnly, because he sensed that the aura of the medicinal pill in the cauldron had stabilized not long ago, and then faintly lost control.

If there is no accident, his holy blood can only last for one day, and another blood transfusion is needed to ensure the stability of the elixir in the furnace.

Dirk was stunned by Changsheng's cold eyes, palpitations, he could only nod his head, "Don't worry, the emperor, during the retreat period of the emperor, I will never let anyone enter!"

Changsheng lived in a small courtyard that was opened up alone, but at this moment, Di Ke, who was at the top of the sixth level, was guarding the outside of the courtyard, and no one was allowed to enter.

On the sacred mountain, Yang Shou couldn't help but be moved when he saw Chang Sheng who used his own blood to make alchemy.

After three years of mentoring and apprenticeship, Changsheng was able to achieve such a level.

For myself, I went to seek revenge from Ruiz. For myself, I explored alchemy recipes in another world and refined one hundred and eight types of pills. For myself, I developed a method of alchemy with alchemy, and even used holy blood to alchemy!

Yang Shou couldn't help but be moved by each of these piles.

"Hey, idiot, you are an adult, but you are still so naive!"

Yang Shou let out a sigh. From his eyes, he could see that this pill was not made in a day. It would take at least three months of continuous practice, without sleep or rest, to make the pill!

In other words, Changsheng will continue to refine alchemy with blood for three months, and deliver blood for three months without sleep!

Even though the Eucharist has amazing recovery power, it can't bear such consumption, because what he transported into the divine cauldron is the essence of the Holy Blood, the essence of the Eucharist!

Only the essence of the holy blood can strengthen the one hundred and eight powdered elixirs, and facilitate their refining, concentration, and fusion.

"No matter what the result of this alchemy is, you are the holy body, and in this life, you will be the only one in the world, overwhelming your peers!"

Yang Shou murmured in his heart, although Changsheng can be invincible in the world without his help right now, but...

Yang Shou turned his head and looked at Xijianmu, where the five half-step gods had gathered, ready to attack the wizard tribe.

"I hope your battle with the wizard will not affect Changsheng."

Yang Shou stood on the top of the sacred mountain, overlooking the scenery of the lower world, quietly waiting for the result of the alchemy of longevity.

...

Wizarding Academy, library.

Truss was studying the civilization achievements of the wizarding world, but Joyce found him.

"Envoy, the competition for the strongest wizard is about to begin, do you want to go and watch the ceremony together?"

Joyce was dressed very seriously at this time, wearing a classic wizard robe, with the three flame emblems of ancient wizards embroidered on his shoulders, which were the badges that sixth-level wizards were proud of before the Lich catastrophe.

It symbolizes the wizards coming from the dark ages and represents the glory of the wizarding world.

Truss raised his head, closed the book, his eyes flashed, he nodded, and followed Joyce to the match scene.

At this time, all the people of the Wizarding Academy gathered in the open space in the center of the academy, which was the temporary battle platform.

After returning to their hometown, the wizards came into contact with the double-headed lizard race, and found that the opponent was powerful and terrifying in number, so they improved their combat effectiveness in every way.

The Strongest Wizard Contest is one of them. Contestants must be students of the Wizard Academy, and they can only sign up under the age of 20. The winner will be accepted as a personal disciple by Golang Bu, and will be taught carefully!

"The hatred of a hundred generations will be avenged in this life!"

"The hatred of a hundred generations will be avenged in this life!"

...

There were shouts one after another. Thousands of people from the Wizarding Academy shouted in unison before the game, and the momentum was like overwhelming mountains and seas.

Even Truss was a little shocked, staring at thousands of people with a dignified expression.

I have to admit that the world of wizards is more terrifying than the world of runes. This willpower alone cannot be compared to the flattery of the world of runes.

So in one battle, the Ryze Talisman cultured the whole world, and after the catastrophe of the Lich, the wizarding world can be reborn after the catastrophe, tenaciously recovering.

"This is the fourth strongest wizard competition. The strongest wizards in the previous three sessions were all three disciples of Columbus, and now they are all sixth-level wizards."

Joyce explained to Truss, and Truss nodded, staring at the test room.

At this time, the competition has already started. There are a total of 800 people participating. In the first round of elimination, the top 16 must be eliminated to enter the second round.

In the face of war, there are not too many tricks. Combat skills encourage innovation, not limited to traditional sorcery. In battle, more than ten new combat-type sorcery have appeared.

The wizarding civilization, in the hands of these wizarding students, is rejuvenating.

"Huh? Radiant?"

Joyce looked at the girl in the yellow wizard robe, showing surprise.

The girl's name was Lacus, and he had taught her several wizarding theory classes. She had proposed the theory of light compression and release in the class, but she never expected to be successfully developed by her.

"Binding of Light!"

While Joyce was amazed, the girl in the battle held a wooden stick, stretched out her hand and cast two halos, and smashed towards her opponent.

The strength difference between her opponent and her was huge, and she didn't even have a chance to dodge. She was restrained directly, and then her face changed drastically. She wanted to resist, but found that she was tightly restrained by the light circle, and she couldn't escape at all.

"Wait, sister, I surrender, I surrender, be gentle..."

The opponent had a mournful face and tried his best to escape the aperture. Realizing the huge gap between the two sides, he waved his hand and surrendered.