Chapter 754
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Both of them turned their heads and saw the person standing at the door. They were stunned. "Miss!"
That's right, the person standing outside is Muyan.
However, it was different from her usual languid and calm demeanor.
At this moment, she looked exhausted, and there were dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept for several days.
"Miss, your complexion …" Feng Haitang said worriedly.
But he was immediately interrupted by Mu Yan.
She took out a storage ring and placed it on the table. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she said, "There are two hundred Spirit Moulding Pills in here. Divide them into four portions. Choose fifty elites from each camp with higher cultivation and let them consume them. I want to see the effects."
"Spirit Moulding Pill, what is that?" Ru Yan angrily took out a porcelain bottle from her storage ring.
Opening the porcelain bottle, there were about ten pills inside.
Mu Yan says faintly, "After taking it, as long as one's cultivation reaches the Precelestial level, they will be able to shape their Spiritual Roots, temper their body, and refine their soul. It's just that because you haven't reached the Xiantian Full Circle and haven't been tempered by the Thunder Tribulation, the attribute of your Spiritual Root isn't very good. Most of you have three Spiritual Roots … I'll think of a way to solve this problem for you when we get to the Cultivation Continent. Of course, if there is anyone in the Nether Flame Army who is unwilling to ascend like this, I will not force them. "
Ru Yan's hands trembled and her legs went soft. She almost threw the porcelain bottle in her hand to the ground.
"Self … Self molded Spirit Root?" Her tongue was stiff and her ears were buzzing. She felt like she was hearing some kind of illusion.
Even Feng Haitang, who had always been a calm person, had her mouth wide open, unable to react for a long time.
"Miss, you … you really refined such a miraculous pill?"
Shaping the Spirit Root, that was shaping the Spirit Root!
Furthermore, he could temper his body and soul and ascend to the Cultivation Continent without even experiencing the Lightning Tribulation.
It must be known that there are many practitioners in the Yanwu Continent who have persevered until they are over a hundred years old, but are still unable to break through the bottleneck. They can only sigh as they gaze at the Xiuzhen Continent, which is just out of reach.
If the elders of the Tiandao Sect had this Spirit Moulding Pill, why would they need to go crazy and raise a pill embryo?
After a long while, Ru Yan said in a sharp voice, "Miss, do you know what you have given us?"
It's not just a mere Elixir, but something that will completely change the structure of the Yanwu Continent.
Furthermore, the young miss had given him two hundred pills in one go.
Two hundred pills and she said it was a trial?
What did that mean?
Could it be that Miss intends to … intends to move the entire Hellflame Valley to the Cultivation Continent?
How could anyone do such a stupid and willful thing?
If other people had this pill, who wouldn't hide it and not let others know about it even if they were beaten to death?
But their Young Miss had taken it out so casually.
Ru Yan's tears fell uncontrollably. She opened her mouth for a long time, but only repeated, "Miss, how can you be like this? How could this be? "
Muyan is annoyed by her nagging, and snappily says: "If you don't like it, then the Tianji Battalion can be divided equally among the other three battalions."
"No!" Ru Yan immediately clenched the porcelain bottle in her hand and shouted, "Even if I die, I won't give it to them!"
Feng Haitang burst out laughing.
Then, his eyes redden. He takes a step forward and kneels in front of Muyan.
But this time, she doesn't kowtow. Instead, she hugs Muyan's waist and softly weeps: "Miss, why do you treat us so well?"
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