Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 138 Fusion Fireball

Lin Weiwei murmured, "Where did the army come from?"

"They should be the guards of the temple spirits. What is certain is that they are not human." Yang Hong guessed.

"Not a human? Could it be a being similar to the Golden Flame Warrior?"

"I don't know about that." Yang Hong shook her head.

"How many people are there in this army?" Lin Weiwei asked curiously.

She had never heard that the temple spirits had an army. There were guards, but not many.

"At least two hundred. By the way, their armor is purple and dark. They are good at fighting in formations and are fearless."

"It's really not easy for a temple spirit to attract lightning to strike itself. Forget it. There's no point in thinking too much. No one will tell you even if you ask. Let's not worry about it." Lin shook his head slightly.

"That's right." Yang Hong nodded and said with a look of regret: "It would be great if I could bring the girls to watch the battle tonight. It's rare to see ten thousand people fighting against a pack of bears and wolves."

"Speaking of which, tonight's battle did allow me to witness the hunter's archery skills. It was truly so accurate that it was frightening."

"Yes, they are all excellent shooters. I hope that certain forces will not go too far. If they are pushed too hastily, it may lead to a bloody storm."

Hunters are excellent jungle killers, and once they are cornered, they will resort to guerrilla warfare.

Yang Hong couldn't imagine how desperate ordinary soldiers would be when facing them.

"Some things are inevitable." Lin Weiwei's words drifted away in the night wind.

After returning to Shang Liangshan in the Huawai Taoist Temple and letting Heizi and the others rest, his consciousness entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness. Looking at the hundreds of purple and dark fireballs in the sky, his mind moved.

Two fireballs, one purple and one dark, approached each other and collided with each other. There was no loud explosion as expected, only fireworks flying everywhere.

As time passed, the purple and dark fireballs merged successfully, and what appeared in Shang Liangshan's sight was a dark purple fireball the size of a fist.

"The volume hasn't changed, but the energy contained has doubled." Shang Liangshan murmured, commanding the newly formed dark purple fireball to devour the purple and dark fireballs.

When the dark purple fireball swallowed ten equivalents, its size unexpectedly grew to the size of a head.

Then there was a 20-equivalent surge, and then a 30-equivalent surge…

When the devouring was over, there was only a huge fireball left in the sea of ​​consciousness. It was two meters in diameter, with dark purple flames inside and red flames burning outside.

The huge fireball emitted a flame similar to that of a windproof lighter, illuminating the sea of ​​consciousness.

The sea of ​​consciousness bathed in the red-purple flames appeared strange, mysterious, and noble.

The fusion of the purple and dark fireballs was not a sudden impulse of Shang Liangshan, but a hint given by some unknown source.

He had been suppressing it before, but the battle tonight made him realize that the energy contained in the lights of thousands of homes could no longer keep up with his pace, so he made up his mind to merge them.

At this point, the ghost's ghost body, spiritual body, the lights and incense of thousands of homes have all merged into one.

The synthesis of yin and yang spirits, phantom thunderclouds, and dark purple lights of thousands of homes.

"Whoosh" the wind sounded, and two long flaming snakes, one purple and one dark, flew out from the phantom thunderclouds floating in the sky. When they were close to the purple earth, they dispersed and transformed into spiritual guards, forming two square formations.

There are four hundred spirit guards in the purple square, and four hundred and eighty-eight spirit guards in the dark square.

"My lord." Zi Ling stepped forward to greet him.

"What's the matter?" Shang Liangshan's consciousness spoke.

"Lord, we want to return to the mother body and rebuild our spiritual bodies."

"Reshape the spiritual body?" Shang Liangshan's consciousness subconsciously looked towards the dark purple fireball in the sky and nodded.

"Thank you, my lord." The two Zi'an guards knelt on one knee to express their gratitude.

“Call upon my soul when you are about to leave the sea of ​​consciousness.” Shang Liangshan left this sentence and exited the sea of ​​consciousness.

Tonight's battle was exciting, but it consumed a lot of Yin and Yang energy, which needs to be restored.

At dawn, Shang Liangshan, who was practicing, heard the call of the old patriarch.

With a thought, he appeared in the temple courtyard and looked at the old patriarch who looked a little tired.

"The bodies of the bears and wolves have all been transported to the slaughterhouse. Thank you for the hard work, Liangshan." The old patriarch said after taking a sip of herbal tea.

"What's the price?" Shang Liangshan asked.

"It didn't cost much, and no one eats bear and wolf meat. It's just that the excuse is a bit far-fetched?"

"What excuse?" Shang Liangshan asked curiously.

"Feed the wolf." The old patriarch said indifferently.

“…It’s really a stretch.” Shang Liangshan left a sentence: “Old Patriarch, you are covered in blood,” and flew to the village slaughterhouse.

The old patriarch was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled.

"This shouldn't be the case. They fought so fiercely, how come they only killed 5 bear monsters and 2 wolf monsters?" Yang Chao looked at the 7 skeletons and questioned the leopard.

"Because we killed these monsters and did not sell them to Huitong Trading Company." Yibao explained.

"Old Liu is really not kind." Yang Chao said depressedly.

“There are weapon repairmen in their chamber of commerce, so it is reasonable for them to purchase the corpses of monsters.” Shang Liangshan flew to the side of the two and said.

"Seventh Elder." Yibao greeted.

Shang Liangshan waved his hand to indicate that more courtesy was needed, and summoned a phantom cloud of thunder and lightning to collect the meat mountain and wash the ground.

"I'm wasting materials here." Yang Chao said as he handed a small cloth bag to Shang Liangshan.

"How is the refining of the Ink Ring going?" Shang Liangshan asked as he put away the small cloth bag.

"It has been refined, but there are only two slots at most." Yang Chao said dissatisfiedly.

"It's fine as long as it's enough. There are too many slots in the ink ring. If you don't have enough strength, you can only leave it empty. Besides, there is still a lot of time. I will wait until Brother Chao is promoted to the fifth level, and then I can refine it."

"Haha, Liangshan, you're right. I was being too picky." Yang Chao let out a breath and laughed.

"Seventh Elder, do you have any way to let the hunting team face the Yin Soldier Cavalry directly?" asked Yibao.

He has been feeling resentful for not being able to fight against the Yin Soldiers together with the Temple Spirit.

Shang Liangshan patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry too much about this. You have done a good enough." After that, Shang Liangshan flew up and landed on the phantom thundercloud that was finishing its work. He waved at the two of them and whizzed away.

"Pa." Yang Chao patted the shoulder of the leopard who was leaving with the phantom thundercloud, and said earnestly: "Try to become stronger. After I finish my work, I will go into seclusion to break through to the fifth level."

“…” Yibao decided to ignore this guy and left quickly.

"Hey, hey, hey, call a few ox carts." Yang Chao shouted hurriedly.

"I understand." Yibao said without even turning his head.

"Oh, it's hard for a person to accept that others are better than himself." Yang Chao sighed.

The leopard who was walking away quickly paused, the urge to beat someone up surged in his heart, but he knew that impulse was the devil, so he comforted himself: "I can't beat him, I have to endure it, and I will beat him again when I am tired."

As soon as the sky was getting light, the market became lively. A night of fierce fighting did not dampen the enthusiasm for trading. Instead, it became even more lively, and the sound of boasting was even more prevalent.

Well, this has nothing to do with Shang Liangshan. He is now standing in front of the palace, looking at the spirit guards who are all wearing dark purple soft armor and lined up, with a confused look on his face.