Start as a Temple Spirit

Chapter 333: Rain of Merit

Upon hearing this, Shang Liangshan looked at Taoist Xuanzhen and sought his opinion.

As the saying goes, an old man in the family is like a treasure, and he is a powerful old treasure, so he must be dragged along to wade into the muddy water.

Taoist Xuanzhen hesitated for a moment and said, "We can go to help Youye Palace, but we cannot show up, so as not to bring disaster upon ourselves."

"Haha, then I'll take the Eagle Guard over there." Heizi said impatiently.

"Take the spiritual guards with you. I will let the Phantom Thunder Cloud protect you as you go from the north, and clean the land while you're at it. Don't let the mountains and rivers be polluted." Shang Liangshan said righteously.

"Haha, Master Renming is truly a friend of the mountains and rivers."

"Go, go." Shang Liangshan was delighted by Heizi's flattery.

"Understood!" Heizi rushed over to gather his younger brothers to communicate with the Dark Spirit.

"Liangshan, have all the spiritual guards been promoted to the fifth rank?" Liu Weizi asked curiously.

"After recovering from their injuries, they should all be able to be promoted to the fifth rank." Shang Liangshan did not hide it. In fact, there was nothing to hide. It was just the fifth rank.

"Fourth rank Huang Lingwei." The old patriarch thought it was better to keep a low profile.

"Yes, the Eagle Guards and Wolf Guards suffered heavy losses." Shang Liangshan echoed.

Liu Weizi...

Taoist Master Xuanzhen closed his eyes calmly and listened to the roars that came one after another in the wind.

The night was dark, like a huge black curtain covering the sky and the earth. Only a few rays of moonlight stubbornly shone through the sparse clouds, illuminating the earth and barely outlining the contours of the mountains and forests.

"Roar" In this ancient forest shrouded in the night, the roar shook the sky, the ghostly energy rolled, the murderous aura was overwhelming, the blood mist rose, the earth trembled, the strong energy swept, and the grass and trees wailed.

The battle in the mountains and forests was extremely fierce. Nearly 200,000 ghost beasts and an equal number of demon beasts fought fiercely on a battle line that stretched for ten miles, causing storms, flying leaves and dust.

The ghost beasts have strange shapes, some are like giant spiders with bared fangs and claws, some are like wolves and bears, and some are roaring like aliens with sharp fangs. The common point is that there is a dark green murderous light flashing in their eyes.

They either follow you like shadows or transform into violent storms, hurtling through the dense forests. Every attack carries a chill that seems to be able to freeze the soul.

The monsters are full of evil spirit and blood.

They lead the way in groups of beasts covered with hard scales, with sharp claws and fangs. Every impact can tear the air and make a deafening roar.

With their huge bodies, they rushed forward, breaking trees under their feet and shaking the earth. Their sharp roars echoed in the night, shocking people.

The roars and collisions of ghost beasts and demon beasts intertwined together to form a terrifying symphony, with flying flesh and blood as the score.

At the same time, across the river to the northwest, a fierce battle between hundreds of thousands of ghost beasts and an army of ghost soldiers was in full swing.

The tragic battle scene, like a painting depicting the scene of hell, spread over an area of ​​ten miles.

The ghost soldiers formed by the condensation of death energy have pale faces, soul fire jumping in their eyes, wearing tattered armor, holding rusty spears or broken swords and long knives, forming an army to collide with the ghost beasts and launch legion warfare.

Some ghost soldiers appeared silently in every corner of the battlefield like ghosts. They were wearing tattered robes, their faces were as pale as paper, and there was a cold light flashing in their eyes.

Although their attacks are not as violent as those of ghost beasts and demon beasts, they carry a breath of death that cannot be ignored. Every time they swing their swords, spears, swords, and halberds, they can take away a piece of life.

Their attacks were merciless, as if they were reapers walking out from the depths of the underworld.

"Boom!" Tens of thousands of ghost soldiers and cavalry suddenly launched their attack and killed the rushing army of ghost wolves and ghost bears.

There were continuous "bang" sounds of collision, and the two sides collided fiercely. Suddenly, their figures were thrown into the air, blood and flesh flew everywhere, it was extremely tragic.

Green will-o'-the-wisp flames jumped across the battlefield, hiding and illuminating the tragic scene all around.

The blood formed streams and flowed among the broken bodies.

The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh and decay, making it suffocating.

As the battle progressed, the losses on both sides became increasingly severe, but no one showed any intention of retreating.

Let this battlefield swallowed by darkness be filled with the breath of death and despair.

In this battle of chaos and destruction, life seems extremely fragile and death is everywhere.

The scene on the battlefield was like hell descending upon the earth, with blood and flesh flying everywhere and corpses scattered all over the ground.

The blood dyed the earth red, corpses piled up like mountains, screams and roars rose one after another, forming a tragic elegy.

Trees were uprooted, rocks were shattered, and the entire forest seemed to be shaking in this battle.

The night grew darker and the edge of the battlefield gradually blurred. Only the lonely red moon, which was about to disappear into the mountains and forests, was watching all this quietly.

As the battle continued, both sides were exhausted, but neither was willing to take a step back and the fighting continued.

This is a battle of survival and destruction. Every side is trying its best for its own existence, and every side is fighting for its own beliefs. So even if the price is the loss of life, they must fight!

At this moment, hundreds of flaming arrows fell on the army of ghost beasts like meteors, exploded with a loud bang, and set off a blood rain all over the sky.

Even though the flaming arrows were incredibly lethal, they were only a microcosm of this long battle line, so they did not cause any waves.

At the edge of a battlefield somewhere, the spirit guards were harvesting the lives of ghost beasts like ghosts.

In the sky, a dark red cloud was hidden in the air, absorbing the monstrous ghostly aura, murderous aura and blood mist.

This is taking advantage of the chaos to pick up bargains.

The brutality and duration of this battle were beyond imagination. The three parties fought for three consecutive days before the battle ended due to heavy casualties and the inability to fight again.

The three parties retreated tacitly. The ghost beasts retreated to the south, the army of monsters retreated to the west, and the ghost soldiers retreated to the north, leaving behind the Shura battlefield.

The phantom thundercloud became a cleaner and it took it ten full days to clean up the Shura Battle and force the dark land that was about to form to disappear into thin air.

"Hmm..." Shang Liangshan and Liu Weizi, who were resting with their eyes closed in the pavilion on the rock peak, opened their eyes at the same time, and saw a misty golden rain falling from the sky and faint chanting sounds coming from it.

"This is a rain of merit. The elders' prophecy has come true." Liu Weizi murmured.

Taoist Priest Xuanzhen had left Forgotten Township a few days ago to take care of his own affairs. Before leaving, he left a message: "Purifying the Shura battlefield is a great merit, and heaven and earth will definitely reward you for your merit."

"You're a bit stingy. I thought a golden lotus of merit would fall from the sky." Shang Liangshan said greedily as he looked at the misty golden rain.

Upon hearing this, Liu Weizi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start, so he could only drink tea.

Finally, he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "The Golden Lotus of Merit falling from the sky is just a legend. The current rumors about the Golden Lotus emerging from the ground and the Golden Lotus emerging from the void are all made up by the bald ass to deceive the world."