Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 245: Lightning Flag

The old patriarch smiled upon hearing this and said, "In that case, Heizi has done another great deed."

"Indeed." Shang Liangshan nodded, looked at the old patriarch with ill intentions and said, "Patriarch, I have an idea."

Feeling the malicious gaze coming at him, the old clan leader felt his whole body tense up. He looked at Shang Liangshan warily and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm getting nervous. Just tell me what's going on."

"Old Patriarch, do you want to break through to the sixth level?" Shang Liangshan acted like a weird uncle.

"Yes, of course I do..." The old patriarch paused, and looked vigilantly at the phantom thundercloud that was rapidly expanding and covering the entire valley, then slowly turned his head to look at Shang Liangshan.

The old man had some ominous suspicions in his mind.

Shang Liangshan pondered and said, "This method is to temper yourself in resentment. The risk is that if you can't bear it, you will get a serious illness."

"Let's do it. I can definitely do it." The old patriarch said firmly.

How can a man admit defeat? It’s just a serious illness. In order to break through to the sixth level, the old man tried his best.

"Then the old patriarch should enter the phantom thundercloud and return in the evening."

"Go!" the old patriarch walked into the phantom thundercloud with high spirits.

To be honest, he was a little nervous.

Shang Liangshan's mind moved, and after summoning the Thunder Dragon as a warning, he stepped into the illusory thunder cloud.

The next second, he appeared in a dim space. He looked at the blood pool and blood flag that were washed by thunder, listened to the wailing of beast souls that ordinary people could not hear, and couldn't help but frowned.

Although it was the wailing of the animal soul, he, as a temple spirit, felt pity.

"Ah" after sighing, he sat down cross-legged, a peaceful white light emanating from his body, shining towards the blood pool and the blood flag, and the upgraded version of the talent skill of soothing living beings was activated.

The effect was immediate. The beast souls, which had been wailing, instantly quieted down and no longer resisted the cleansing of thunder. They accepted it peacefully, and the black and white gases separated.

The black air was absorbed by the blood flag, and the hazy beast soul in the white air bowed to Shang Liangshan, who was emitting holy light, and then disappeared out of thin air. Yes, it disappeared out of thin air without leaving any trace in the world.

As the resentful soul dissipated, the small blood-colored flag absorbed the blood mist refined by thunder, and its speed increased rapidly.

However, at this moment, a roar came from the bloody flag.

The source of the sound came from a bloody little beast that emerged from the bloody flag.

The bloody little beast is covered with bloody armor, has blood-red wings on its back, an ape-like body and two horns on its head. Its head is thin and has a bird-like beak.

"What kind of monster is this damn Xuanming Sect leader refining?" Shang Liangshan looked at the blood-red monster in the blood-red flag and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Roar" once there is one, then two, until six little monsters are born, and then the bloody flag stops giving birth to little monsters.

"It has wings on its back and a body of an ape, so let's call it Winged Ape." Shang Liangshan casually gave the little monster a name. After a little thought, he squeezed out a drop of purple blood from his fingertips and threw it at the bloody flag.

"Sizzle" purple blood spurted into the blood-red flag, like cold water poured into an oil pan, and it exploded with a "crackling" sound.

"Roar!" The six little winged apes also wailed in pain and disappeared into the blood-red flags.

As Shang Liangshan's mind moved, the phantom thundercloud increased the intensity of the thunder, cleansing the blood-colored flag and the blood pool.

The blood mist rose into a whirlpool and was drawn into it by the small blood-colored flag. The thunder roared and struck fiercely, and it looked as if the thunder wanted to eliminate the ashes and a monster was about to be born.

No matter how I look at it, I feel that this method of refining equipment is unreliable.

This is indeed the case. Shang Liangshan, who has no idea how to refine weapons, relies entirely on his feeling to do so.

This is what he thought, if it succeeds, it will succeed, if it fails, he will let the Phantom Thunder absorb it as energy.

It's something that was stolen anyway, I don't feel bad about it, just take it as it comes.

If the leader of Xuanming Sect knew about this idea, he would probably vomit three liters of blood and curse Shang Liangshan for wasting natural resources.

You should know that in order to refine the ghost weapon, it took him three years just to collect the essence and blood. To collect the materials for refining the weapon, he had to beg everyone for help and even spent all his money to barely get them together.

But what about someone who robbed me? It would be fine if he just made the recipe randomly, and he didn't care about success or failure. It really makes me angry.

Shang Liangshan watched the Thunder Refining for a while and felt that it would take some time to refine the weapon. Then his figure flashed and appeared in a colorful dream space, looking at the half-body of the evil spirit standing in the space.

"I hope there is still hope." As a spirit himself, Shang Liangshan felt a little sorry for the evil spirit and decided to rescue it.

As his mind moved, colorful dream flames flew out from the barrier of the colorful dream space and gathered into a dreamy flame tornado, which rolled up half of the evil spirit's body and turned it into a colorful furnace of heaven and earth.

His figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the Heaven and Earth Furnace. He sat cross-legged and began to extract souls.

The seventh level evil spirit has been deeply corrupted by evil, and the illusion has stimulated its spirit body, causing the little potential intelligence left to burn itself to fight against the evil thoughts.

Even Shang Liangshan, who has mastered the art of extracting souls, is not sure that he can extract souls successfully.

The current soul extraction can be seen as doing one’s best and leaving the rest to fate.

At the mouth of the valley, the old patriarch, who was sitting cross-legged in the shadow of phantom thunderclouds, seemed a little crazy at this moment.

The old man sometimes cries, sometimes laughs, sometimes goes crazy, and sometimes is peaceful. In short, he experiences all kinds of life.

Only the old patriarch knows what he went through under the impact of resentment, but the fact that he was sweating all over his body proves that his mental journey must have been very exciting.

An unknown amount of time had passed. In the dream space, Shang Liangshan, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, waved his hand to disperse the colorful furnace of heaven and earth, summoned a thumb-sized white soul ball, and fell silent.

Because there is no hazy soul in the white soul ball, there is only a trace of spiritual consciousness that is so weak that it can be ignored.

"It is true that we should do our best and leave the rest to fate." Shang Liangshan sighed, and his figure appeared in the dim light space where thunder roared.

The cleansing has not yet ended, and only one tenth of the blood essence is left. The small blood-colored flag in the purple electric arc has now changed color and turned purple, and the winged ape has disappeared.

"It won't be split apart, right?" Shang Liangshan couldn't help but think.

"Oh no, old patriarch." This guy finally remembered that there was another person in the phantom thundercloud.

When he appeared at the entrance of the valley and saw the old patriarch's actions and manners interpreting the various aspects of life, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and secretly praised the old patriarch for his rich emotions and strong will.

If the old patriarch heard his praise, I don’t know whether he should laugh or cry.

"Since the old patriarch can withstand the impact of resentment, I won't waste my efforts." Shang Liangshan observed for a while, and seeing that the old patriarch was still strong, he gave up on attacking him, comforted the creature, and flashed away.

"Boom" the thunder roared on, and as the thunder and fire continued to burn, the last bit of blood in the blood pool evaporated into blood mist and was absorbed by the small purple thunder-patterned flag.

A buzzing sound came from the small purple flag with thunder pattern, echoing in the dim space, resonating with the entire space and reaching a critical point at that moment.