Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

"I'm just three-color."

Looking at the huge colorful thundercloud above his head, Xiao Yan couldn't help but sigh.

Immediately, he looked at Wei Yang not far away.

There is a difference of two colors, and the gap in alchemy skills is still too big. If you don't want to be crushed, it seems that you can only use tricks.

Wei Yang also looked over and smiled slightly: "I know you must have a backup plan, do you want to fight?"

Xiao Yan smiled and did not deny it. Instead, he nodded, "Of course, I will not give up the championship to you so easily."

"Oh?" Wei Yang raised his eyebrows, then tilted his head, signaling him to take action.

"That's right. If you just admit defeat like that, it would be meaningless."

"Ha." Xiao Yan grinned, took a deep breath, and suddenly inserted his palm into the beam of light in front of him.

This scene also caused an uproar in the audience.

All the surprised and doubtful glances were instantly cast on Xiao Yan.

Now that the elixir is ready, what other methods can be used to reverse the situation?

Do I have to refine the elixir again?

The time is almost up, but it is not enough for him to make another pill of higher quality.

Xuan Kongzi and others on the high platform were also slightly startled when they saw this.

Obviously, he was also surprised by Xiao Yan's behavior.

They also couldn't think of what Xiao Yan could do at this point.

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes and stared closely at Xiao Yan's movements. He also wanted to see that kind of spiritual advancement method.

As the person involved, Xiao Yan was not distracted at all by the various suspicious looks coming from all directions.

All his attention at this moment was focused on the dark red pill.

Although the pill has been formed, it does not mean that it cannot be changed.

The eighth-grade elixir already possesses spirituality, and it is precisely because of this spirituality that the eighth-grade elixir is so precious.

The more spiritual the elixir is, the higher its quality will be.

Naturally, there is no need to say more about this.

In other words, at the eighth level, the quality of energy is no longer the most important thing.

Improving the spirituality of the elixir is the real top priority.

Some elixirs that have reached a certain level of spirituality can even autonomously absorb pure energy from heaven and earth to replenish or strengthen themselves.

Therefore, spirituality is the most important factor that determines the quality of an eighth-grade elixir.

At this moment, although the pill in front of him has taken shape, its spirituality has not yet been completely stabilized.

The elixir at this time still has room to continue to improve spirituality.

As long as the spirituality is improved, the final quality of the elixir will also undergo a final leap.

Of course, this method is easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to do.

The pill has taken shape, and all the pure medicinal power in it has been maintained at a balanced level. If you want to add something into it again, you might disrupt that balance if you are not careful.

The damage to the elixir would be a minor matter, but if it exploded, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Therefore, even among some true masters of alchemy, very few people dare to forcibly improve the quality of the pill after it is formed.

However, Xiao Yan dared to do so because he had obtained all the inheritance from Yao Lao.

His fingers gently rubbed the black ring on his fingers. In the huge treasure left by the old medicine man, there was a unique alchemy skill that the old medicine man was proud of.

Even Han Feng had never come across such a skill, because Han Feng back then did not have that level of realm and strength.

This so-called secret art of alchemy is called: Ascension of the Spirit!

Combined with the method of obtaining soul-forming dust that he had obtained before, it was enough to change the quality of this pill!

Many thoughts flashed through Xiao Yan's mind as he flipped his hand. Four-colored flames surged and enveloped the pill again.

Under the gaze of countless people in the room, the dark red pill wrapped in four-color flames suddenly trembled slightly.

Soon, everyone saw that the round surface of the pill had quietly become uneven.

A faint spiritual mist emanated from the elixir.

But under the cover of the four-colored flames, he could not escape.

Wei Yang stared at the scene without blinking, watching Xiao Yan's operation with a thoughtful expression.

Soon, as the surface of the pill became drier, the spiritual energy within it was completely drawn out at this moment.

Xiao Yan suddenly flicked his fingers, and two tiny particles of shining dust suddenly flew out from his storage ring and then drilled into the flames.

This glittering dust was naturally the Soul-Pregnant Dust that Xiao Yan had accidentally obtained before.

This kind of strange thing already contains rich spiritual energy. Using it at this time can achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Once the dust enters the flame, it quickly dissipates into nothingness.

But Wei Yang's powerful perception still allowed him to detect that the spiritual energy permeating within the flame became extremely dense at this moment.

"So that's how it is!" After witnessing the entire process and working backwards from it, Wei Yang roughly understood the principle.

The spiritual energy surges.

Xiao Yan's expression became extremely solemn at this moment.

The vast soul power burst out without reservation at this moment, and then poured into the four-colored flames.

He controlled the temperature in a very precise manner and compressed all the spiritual energy into the pill at an extremely cautious speed.

In Wei Yang's perception, he saw that the uneven surface of the pill was covered with countless densely packed tiny holes.

These holes are so small that they are invisible to the naked eye.

And the most important thing is that there is a faint thread of spiritual energy in these countless holes.

These silk threads are like ropes, pulling the spiritual energy that diffuses around.

"puff!"

Xiao Yan's face was solemn. He suddenly bit his tongue hard and spat out a mouthful of blood mist.

The blood mist slowly dissipated and finally merged into the four-colored flames.

"Blood Sacrifice, Soul Return!"

Blood mist gushed out, and Xiao Yan's face turned pale, and a low growl came from his mouth.

The diffused spiritual energy was like bees returning to their nest. Under Xiao Yan's terrifyingly precise soul control, it flowed into the pill through the countless tiny, invisible holes on the surface of the pill.

When the last ray of spiritual energy penetrated into the pill, everyone was surprised to see that the previously bumpy surface of the pill suddenly became smooth and round again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And when the surface of the pill became smooth and round again, the three-colored thunderclouds in the distant sky suddenly began to roll violently again as if stimulated by something.

This bizarre scene, coupled with the loud bang, caused the entire square to fall into shock.

Wei Yang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Xian'er, who was standing not far away, was even more stunned.

This kind of operation!

The vast sky is filled with thunderclouds.

The entire sky was split into several parts.

Each piece is occupied by a colorful thundercloud.

Under the majestic power of heaven, powerful pressure from thunder emanated from it, causing many people to feel their hair stand on end.

If these thunders were to strike randomly, countless people present would be struck to pieces.

Among these thunderclouds that divided the sky, the thunderclouds of the seventh-grade Dan Lei had long disappeared.

Now the remaining ones are all of the eighth grade.

Among them, the thundercloud in the middle is the largest and appears colorful.

The second is the four-colored thundercloud of old man Mu Gu.

The other two-colored and three-colored thunderclouds were all pushed aside, surrounding it like a group of stars surrounding the moon.

However, at this moment, Xiao Yan's thundercloud also forcefully squeezed towards the middle position.

This three-colored thundercloud was rolling violently, and something was growing inside it.

Amid countless incredulous gazes, changes began to take place.