As the power of destiny flowed in from all directions, it grew stronger and stronger. The lotus flowers in front of the pharmacists also began to slowly open their petals.
One by one, the petals slowly opened.
It was filled with the rhythm of life.
Immortality …
Humans could not be compared to each other. Chu Yang's lotus flower was several feet wide and had not fully opened. However, the others' lotus flowers were only the size of an ordinary lotus flower.
Comparing the two, it was like comparing a fluorescent light to a bright sun!
The next moment.
An accident suddenly occurred.
Under the high priest's incredulous gaze, the pharmacist from the Ye Clan suddenly groaned and blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. Then, his face wrinkled and his entire person became exhausted.
His eyes were wide open and his mouth gurgled. In an instant, he actually stopped breathing!
The lotus flower in front of him also seemed to have withered and its petals fell one by one. Once they fell, they turned into green smoke and flew away. Then, the entire lotus flower completely withered. It drooped down softly. Then, the stem also drooped down softly and turned into a puff of green smoke, disappearing without a trace …
"What's going on?" The high priest was shocked and was about to go forward to check on it.
However, he realized that the pharmacists from the other big clans also showed the same symptoms. They groaned and then died. Then, their lotus flowers dissipated.
Ten pharmacists participated in the finals and one of them died in the finals … Only Chu Yang was left!
What was the point of competing? Even if he was not the champion, he was already the champion.
But, what was going on?
The high priest was dumbfounded. He raised his hand to hit his head and rubbed his eyes. "I must have seen wrongly. I … I … I'm crazy. I'm going crazy. Oh my god. What's going on?!"
The pitiful old man watched in a daze as the pharmacist died an unnatural death and the lotus flower turned into nothingness. He was dumbfounded!
After a long time, he finally regained his senses. He leaped into the air and carried these people down. He lined them up in front of him and hurriedly checked on them with a pale face.
"What's wrong? What's wrong …"
Soon after, he discovered that their faces were all wrinkled, completely different from the previous smooth and rosy complexion. He tried to grab them, but he didn't expect that with this grab, he would actually tear them off!
The High Consecrator jumped in fright again. He clutched his face, his heart thumping wildly.
Taking a closer look, he saw that the face of the person who had scratched off his face was badly mutilated …
The High Consecrator was startled and hurriedly scratched the faces of the others. As expected, all of them were like this.
He continued to check …
Finally, the Great Consecrator raised his head and cursed with a face full of grief and despair, "Soul Transfer Magic Art! My f * cking big family! F * ck your eighteen generations of ancestors! You bunch of sons of bitches! He actually used the Soul Transfer Technique to play tricks during the Medicine Banquet! F * ck your mother's … "
An old man with a head full of white hair and a face full of wrinkles, an old medicine man who had lived for who knows how many years, cursed without caring about his appearance! Obscenities are endless, and they are cursing whatever is vicious … "
What kind of hatred was this …?
In an instant, the High Consecrator completely understood.
The big clans and the two law-enforcement officers: In order to obtain first place in the Medicine Banquet and obtain that piece of Heaven Nourishing Jade, they actually used the method of substituting experienced pharmacists who had participated in the Medicine Banquet before to replace them.
They used the Soul Transfer Magic Art to obtain temporary luck and qualifications as a medicine master.
They entered the finals …
However, this last Medicine Banquet was different from the previous ones. They directly extracted luck. Therefore, in this place of luck, this medicine master's true colors were revealed. The new and old luck clashed, and he couldn't get down from the Heaven Turning Stage … He actually directly died from the aftereffects of activating the Soul Transfer Magic Art in advance … "
After figuring this out, the High Consecrator felt weak all over. He couldn't wait to bang his head and die here!
He didn't even have the mood to curse anymore.
You want to be first, sure.
You want the Heaven Nourishing Jade, sure.
But don't joke about the Medicine Banquet that concerns the future of the entire Heavens! And it's the most important one! This … isn't this a complete bastard …
It's over …
This was the only word in the High Consecrator's mind!
Only when the luck was divided into ten and the luck of the ten lotuses combined would it become the luck formed by the sharpness of the first medicine master. It would be enough to catalyze the Heaven Turning Formation, sweep in hundreds of thousands of elixirs, open the passage to heaven, draw in the power of heaven and earth, and then use the power of heaven and earth to refine the Heaven Nourishing Jade!
Now, one of them had died! What was the point of continuing?
The High Consecrator raised his head in despair and looked up.
The next moment, his whole body suddenly shook, and he stood there dumbfounded!
Poor old man. In this short period of time, his whole body shook again and again, and there was no end to it …
Because the lotus above Chu Yang's head actually expanded again!
The destiny that had already disappeared seemed to have been reignited. It once again turned into a faint green smoke and entered Chu Yang's huge lotus!
The High Consecrator was so shocked that he almost lost the ability to think!
He, he could actually support the entire Medicine Banquet with his own luck!
He couldn't help but cry. He knelt on the ground and prayed repeatedly, "I pray for heaven's blessing to complete this Medicine Banquet … Chu Yang, you must hold on." … This was the only hope.
On a faraway mountain.
Wu Juecheng, who was dressed in white, smiled lightly. He stretched out his palm gently and made a simple gesture. He closed his palm and then opened it again.
In his palm, there was already a ball of colorful air.
The air was dense.
"Break!" Wu Juecheng smiled lightly and closed his palm once again.
That ball of colorful air suddenly dispersed with a 'pop' sound!
Wu Juecheng smiled lightly.
Chu Yang observed with rapt attention, feeling the degree of bloom of the lotus above his head. Only the last three petals were left before it could fully bloom …
He was secretly delighted.
It looked like his wish was about to come true!
Right at this moment, an indescribable feeling suddenly arose in his body. Then, in the next moment, half of his body went numb.
Wu Juecheng's seven deadly poisons finally took effect at this crucial moment!
Chu Yang let out a muffled groan.
The High Consecrator was full of confidence and joy. He looked at Chu Yang alone with unease, praying to the gods and immortals in his heart.
But …
Chu Yang's body trembled violently, and his heart instantly rose to his throat.
F * ck, could this one also be a fake Soul Transfer Spell? If that's the case … it's really over this time.
He looked closely at Chu Yang's face, thinking to himself, "Once wrinkles appear, it means that this Medicine Banquet is a complete failure …"
Then, he realized that there were no wrinkles on Chu Yang's face. Just as he was about to heave a sigh of relief, he saw seven different colors rising on Chu Yang's face.
Then, Chu Yang's body stiffened a little.
"Seven Shades Poison!" The High Consecrator's eyes widened to the size of copper bells. He roared in grief and indignation, "Wu Juecheng! F * ck your ancestors, Chen Feng and Liu Yun!! "
He never expected that when there was only a little bit of hope left, this Wu Juecheng who had disappeared for tens of thousands of years actually popped out to cause trouble.
Seven Shades Poison.
In this world, only Wu Juecheng alone could use it!
The High Consecrator's heart turned cold.
However, the lotus above Chu Yang's head only stopped blooming and didn't completely disperse. It just stayed still in the air.
Then, Chu Yang took out a jade bottle with Purple Crystal Cores with some difficulty. He opened the bottle and gulped down two mouthfuls of Purple Crystal Cores.
Then, with a "ha" sound, he spat out a mouthful of five-colored poisonous fog.
Although there were still some remnants of the Seven Shades Poison on his face, it had temporarily returned to normal.
The High Consecrator stretched his neck out and his eyes almost popped out.
He … What did he drink? He could actually cure … No, suppress the Seven Shades Poison? So powerful?
The next moment, Chu Yang straightened his body with difficulty and sat up straight again. After a short while, the huge lotus above his head actually started to grow again and slowly bloomed. …
The High Consecrator's eyes were brimming with tears.
At this moment, he almost had an impulse to worship Chu Yang!
What kind of perseverance was this! What kind of spirit was this! What kind of selfless and fearless spirit was this … His life is at stake and he's actually still working hard for the Medicine Banquet … "
While the High Consecrator and Chu Yang were waiting eagerly, the huge lotus finally bloomed completely! It had a radius of a hundred feet!
It illuminated the entire space and made it look pure and holy!
At the same time, Chu Yang felt that there seemed to be countless fairies in colorful clothes in the deep sky in front of him, holding flower baskets in their hands, singing and dancing. The sound of singing that filled the world seemed to resound in his soul …
A feeling of incomparable tranquility arose spontaneously.
Suddenly, ten thick pillars of providence shot out from the lotus flower. It was unknown where they were going to shoot to …
The Sword Spirit's voice sounded. "Now, intercept the fate energy! The array is operating at its peak now … As long as the celestial music is still being sung, every name you say will effectively intercept the fate energy! "
Chu Yang closed his eyes and said silently in his heart, "Gu Duxing!"
That pillar of fate energy suddenly changed direction. …
"Dong Wushang!"
"Mo Tianji!"
"Ji Mo!"
"Ao Xieyun!"
"Luo Kedi!"
"Rui Butong!"
"Xie Danqiong!"
There were already eight names. The Sword Spirit was thinking, Who would be the Sword Tassel?
Then he heard Chu Yang say, "Mo Qingwu!"
The Sword Spirit hurriedly stopped him. "No, you can't have the same surname."
Chu Yang continued. "…"
"Tan Tan." Chu Yang's voice was firm.
"Tan Tan might not be able to do it …" The Sword Spirit panicked.
"Duke Yu."
"Zi Xieqing."
"Meng Chaoran."
Chu Yang couldn't stop chanting.
"Too much, too much!" … Too much! " The Sword Spirit was so anxious that he stomped his feet. "There's only one quota. How many have you chanted?" "Are you trying to empty out the big clans?"
Chu Yang ignored him and continued, "Chu Feiling, Yang Ruolan, Chu Le 'er, Mo Lei' er, Wu Qianqian, Tie Butian, Huyan Aobo, Jun Xizhu, Feng Yurou, Yue Lingxue, Bu Liuqing, Ning Tianya …"
This master actually recited all the names that were related to him, those that he thought highly of, those that were friendly … in this limited celestial music!
The Sword Spirit was stunned. He sat stiffly in the Tribulation Space, cold sweat all over his body!
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