When it reaches that point, it will be difficult to be killed unless both souls and souls are destroyed.

The soul altar is a way of condensing the soul into substance.

In other words, if the soul altar can be successfully built, it means that in the soul, it already has the power comparable to that of the powerful people in the God Transformation Realm. Even if the body is destroyed, the soul will continue to survive.

What's worse is that the cultivation methods of the soul altar are much more mysterious than the general method of condensed souls in the God-Changing Realm. It is simply a fantasy to practice such methods with the strength of condensed realm.

If it were on weekdays, Jiang Shili would definitely give up without hesitation! But now, he doesn't even have the qualification to give up.

In this case, Jiang Shili didn't even have time to understand this method. The first step he had to do now was to truly establish a connection with the soul power within the broken sword and form the most basic balance. Only by doing this step first can he barely maintain his soul and not completely dissipate.

But even this simplest first step is undoubtedly as difficult as he can reach the sky.

There is nothing else, his soul is too weak now.

It's like a person having to pry open a huge stone with a small wooden stick. If you are not careful, the wooden stick will break.

Unfortunately, Jiang Shili is like this little wooden stick, and he has no chance to come back at all. If he breaks it, he will die.

Every attempt will make his soul weaker! But even so, Jiang Shili still had to continue trying, just as if he knew that there was a dead end in front of him, but he still had to continue walking.

Jiang Shili could not detect the passage of time at all, so he naturally didn't know how long it had passed. The only thing he could feel was that his soul was constantly consumed, which seemed to dissipate at any time.

Just when Jiang Shili was almost about to give up hope, he suddenly felt a soul power flowing slowly like a spring water, pulling himself back from the desperate situation.

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The soul-raising pill that had just been refined was melted with water and fed it into Jiang Shili's mouth. Both Ye Piaoling and Lin Fangfei's faces were full of nervousness.

These days, they can feel Jiang Shili's soul being weaker every day, but they are helpless. Now, Ye Piaoling has finally refined the Soul-Healing Pill. Whether Jiang Shili can stabilize the situation can only depend on the effect of the Soul-Healing Pill.

If it is invalid, it is almost equivalent to declaring the final hope to be shattered.

“It works!”

After carefully feeling the soul fluctuations on Jiang Shili's body, Lin Fangfei's face showed a hint of excitement and shouted excitedly.

"call!"

Hearing this result, Ye Piaoling's hanging heart finally let go a little.

After three days of sleepless experiments, he finally successfully mastered the recipe for the Soul-Healing Pill and successfully refined the first Soul-Healing Pill. Now it seems that all this is worth it.

"Twenty percent, the medicinal power that Senior Brother Jiang can absorb is only 20%." Liu Ziyi frowned tightly, and said, "In this way, just maintaining Senior Brother Jiang's soul will no longer be depleted. At least five soul-raising pills are needed every day."

You know, in order to refine this soul-raising pill, Ye Piaoling wasted ten pieces of materials.

In other words, the rate of elixir is only one-tenth.

According to this elixir-making rate, at least fifty soul-raising grasses are needed every day to ensure that there are five soul-raising pills.

And in the past three days, even though Lin Fangfei had tried her best to collect, she had only collected twenty-one soul-raising grass.

But this is almost the limit, and the number of soul-raising grass collected every day will probably be smaller.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Piaoling said in a deep voice, "Is it 80% more pills... No matter what, I will definitely do it."

His eyes were covered in blood, and he personally refined the Soul-raising Pill. Ye Piaoling naturally knew very well. What a terrifying number this was. You should know that if you refine it according to the pill recipe, the maximum rate of elixir production is only 30%.

Changing the pill recipe is the only way to do it.

If you have enough spiritual medicine to squander in your daily life, you may have a chance to try it dozens or hundreds of times. But now for him, every soul-raising grass is extremely precious and cannot be afforded to waste it at all.

"I will try my best to collect it. Now I can use some other spiritual medicine to find someone to exchange for some soul-raising grass." Lin Fangfei's fingers looked a little pale because of the force, and she slowly exhaled, "No matter what, at least now we see hope. No matter how difficult it is, we must not give up."

"Young junior brother, you must rest! Otherwise, you will be exhausted and I will not be able to refine the soul-raising pill."

Among the pill recipes, the soul-raising pill is relatively indiscriminate. Although Liu Ziyi has been a pill master for many years, she has not refined it, and she does not have the terrifying talent of Ye Piaoling. Even if she learns it now, it is too late.

"There are four more, I'll go to rest after I finish refining them." Shaking his head, Ye Piaoling said in a deep voice, "From now on, no matter what, I must ensure that I will refine five soul-raising pills every day."

Feeling Ye Piaoling's determination, Liu Ziyi finally sighed and stopped persuading her.

After taking a deep look, Jiang Shili, who was still unconscious, Liu Ziyi couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

In this case, if anyone else has been given up, I'm afraid he's given up.

Thinking of Jiang Shili's attitude towards him when Ye Piaoling was in the sect before and was almost abandoned by everyone, Liu Ziyi could only smile bitterly.

Every drink and peck, there are fixed numbers.

Perhaps, is this the reward he deserves?

So... I hope you can really survive.
Chapter completed!