1135: C1135 Lost Control

C1135 Lost Control

The seventh wind vent lit up under Mu Tong's praising gaze. The eighth wind vent also lit up with a red light.

Beads of sweat began to form on Yang Xuan's forehead. Lighting up the wind vent was not as simple as pouring Spiritual Force into it. Yang Xuan needed to be able to accurately control the Spiritual Force to enter the temperature control formation of the wind vent. Moreover, the flame that Yang Xuan ignited would not go out of control. Only then could he be considered to have lit up an air vent.

When he was at the first five wind vents, Yang Xuan easily lit them up. When it came to the sixth and seventh wind vents, Yang Xuan had no choice but to grit his teeth. Talent! He then split out a portion of the psychic force to control the two air vents.

There were still many psychic force residing in the depths of Yang Xuan's mind. However, every time Yang Xuan tried to control these psychic force, he would feel as if his head was on fire.

"Is seven wind vents the limit?" Mu Tong looked at the struggling expression on Yang Xuan's face and said with a smile, "Kid, seven wind vents are already very powerful. If you can't hold on any longer, don't hold on any longer. Be careful of getting hurt."

As soon as Mu Tong finished speaking, he saw the expression on Yang Xuan's face suddenly relax.

Just now, Yang Xuan suddenly thought of something. If he wanted his sea of consciousness to calm down, he only needed to use the Three Essence Silence Spell. When he used the Flame Separation Spell, he also had the same amount of Three Essence Silence Spell Spiritual Force flowing out of his body. If he were to use these wasted Spiritual Force to keep himself calm... Perhaps, it would be the best.

With this thought in mind, Yang Xuan controlled the Three Essence Silence Spell Spiritual Force to circulate in his mind. He had done this many times before, so naturally, he was very familiar with it. A familiar cool feeling came from between his brows, causing Yang Xuan's head, which was originally in a furnace, to cool down.

At this moment, Yang Xuan was pleasantly surprised to find that the psychic force that was entrenched in the depths of his sea of consciousness, no matter how hard he tried to pull it, was now moving, and it was moving naturally.

A massive amount of psychic force poured into the violet sun cauldron, transmitting every single detail of the situation into Yang Xuan's mind. And soon after, the wheel of energy began to rapidly spin, and the Spiritual Force within began to rapidly surge out.

The expression on the wooden barrel's face suddenly changed. He discovered that the Yang Xuan in front of him seemed a bit different, but as for what exactly was different about him, he couldn't say for sure.

This was the first time Yang Xuan used two skills at the same time. Before this, because the two skills clashed, there was a segment that was repeated in the meridians of the two skills. Therefore, it was virtually impossible for Yang Xuan to use both skills at the same time.

But now, the two types of Spiritual Force had fused together in an inconceivable manner. Before leaving Yang Xuan's body, both of them were still able to get along peacefully. This was a strange method of circulating energy. It also brought Yang Xuan an unprecedented experience.

Yang Xuan could only feel that the Spiritual Force in his body was like a flood that had found its vent in an instant, surging out of his body.

The eighth wind vent on the pill furnace also lit up in an instant. Then, the ninth, tenth, and finally fifteen out of the sixteen wind vents lit up.

Because he was too surprised, Mu Tong couldn't even close his mouth. However, he quickly reacted and looked at Yang Xuan. The psychic force in Yang Xuan's body surged out. Even the last bit of the psychic force that was defending itself was moving.

Yang Xuan's eyes also became more and more fanatical.

Although Mu Tong had cultivated the psychic force for many years, he had never seen such a situation before. However, he could also see it. If this continued, Yang Xuan would certainly become a walking corpse. He immediately slapped Yang Xuan's shoulder, separating him from the pill furnace.

Only now did Yang Xuan's fanatical eyes calm down, and he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his head.

He looked at Elder Mu Tong and saw the expression on his face. In addition to the uncontrollable situation just now, Yang Xuan also knew that he had done something stupid. He scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Thank you for saving my life, Elder Mu."

"What are you thanking me for? You should be thanking me for your psychic force being strong enough. If not, I would have lost my mind a long time ago and become mentally deranged." Mu Tong let out a cold humph, but his eyes were filled with surprise. Although he had concealed it well on the surface, his heart was in turmoil.

One! A person's psychic force was limited, and an ordinary person's psychic force wouldn't grow for the rest of their life. Of course, no matter if it was a cultivator or an alchemist, they would increase the total number of psychic force as their cultivation level increased. In addition, alchemists usually had their own unique way of cultivating the psychic force. Therefore, if one only looked at cultivation level... The psychic force of an alchemist was much stronger than the psychic force of a cultivator of the same cultivation level.

Even so, Mu Tong was surprised to find that the psychic force unleashed by Yang Xuan just now was more than ten times the total amount of psychic force that Mu Tong had. This was the first time Mu Tong had seen such a terrifying psychic force.

However, he thought for a moment and didn't tell Yang Xuan about it. Instead, he said in an unpleasant tone, "You are really crazy. Don't do such a suicidal thing in front of me in the future."

At this moment, the surging psychic force had returned to Yang Xuan's Divine Sense. The prickling pain in Yang Xuan's mind had finally been alleviated.

After a while, Yang Xuan finally recovered. He looked at Mu Tong and said, "Elder Mu, how many air vents do you want me to light up?"

Hearing Yang Xuan's words, Mu Tong felt his scalp tingle. Loong Bupo was standing guard in the distance. Mu Tong's strength was not as strong as Yang Xuan's. If that happened again later, Yang Xuan's parents would come looking for him. Mu Tong didn't think he had the ability to fight them.

He thought for a while and said to Yang Xuan, "Only six wind vents are enough. If you still have energy left, then open eight wind vents."

Actually, the more wind vents, the better. But generally speaking, even if it was the best alchemist in Mu Tong's impression... Other than the big shot who could open fourteen mouths so easily a few hundred years ago, he could only open ten mouths.

As for sixteen wind vents, perhaps only those who had already attained the divine position in the ancient era and had chosen to stay in the mortal world could do so.

Yang Xuan nodded and lit up eight wind vents according to Mu Tong's request.1

A fiery red flame was spat out from within, like a ferocious beast that wanted to get out of its cage. It looked somewhat ferocious, but Yang Xuan still tried to use the same technique that he had used to circulate two skills at the same time. However, this time, he did not lose control like the last time.

After seeing that Yang Xuan was fine, Mu Tong heaved a sigh of relief and started to prepare the ingredients needed to concoct the pill.

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