What other summoned creature could be closer to him than the dream monster whose soul he had absorbed?
"And then the basic combat instincts."
He was standing in a silver-gray hall, and in front of him was the center of the hall. A strong man in black with a longsword on his back was kneeling there.
Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened his eyes.
"Hmm? Could it be that this represents … "
A rotten swordsman with a bandaged head.
"Abandon the light to embrace the darkness," the old man said in a low voice.
The red light lit up again, and Lin Sheng's vision was drowned.
There were two strong rotten swordsmen in black standing on the ritual diagram in front of him.
He slowly closed his eyes.
By nightfall, he had already prepared the second summoning ritual material.
Putting aside his disappointment, Lin Sheng carefully observed the rotten swordsman.
He now had a general understanding of the summoning principle.
He calmed himself down, and his consciousness touched the egg-sized red light orb.
Since he had already come this far, it would be a waste of materials if he did not summon it.
Lin Sheng straightened his back, and took out a small piece of cardboard with the Ashen Seal of the Sanctuary drawn on it from his backpack.
He took out a new pan from the side, and just like before, he piled some firewood, poured oil, and lit the fire.
"The last summoning, the Sacred Shield Tyrant's light orb was the size of a soccer ball. This time, these two are the size of chicken eggs, no … one is the size of a quail egg … "
Not for any other reason, but because these two orbs were much smaller than the Sacred Shield Tyrant.
Lin Sheng wanted to summon another Sacred Shield Tyrant, or even a gray angel.
The only thing he was thankful for was that the book in the dream had a very clear record of the principle.
Lin Sheng spent the entire morning studying the principle of Elementary Summoning, be it in school or in the toilet.
Lin Sheng was no longer a noob, and he knew a little bit.
White smoke rose from the butter lamp beside him, and the white smoke flew into the pan and blended into the ripples.
He still had extra gold and silver powder, and he knew the location of the other materials. The gathering of materials this time was much faster than Lin Sheng had imagined.
All the images disappeared.
Unfortunately, reality was cruel. There were only these two balls of light in front of him.
He clasped the little cardboard in his palms. This could prolong the duration of the ritual, and that was the method of using the Ashen Seal that he had just obtained.
Like the others he had killed in his dream, this rotten swordsman had a bandage on his head. He had a strong body and a crossguard sword on his back.
Finally, facing the notebook, he began to draw a formation diagram on the cloth mat.
"Summon … Summon …"
There was a hole in the middle of the cloth mat. It was a raincoat cloth that was easy to wash, and it could be washed quickly after being thrown into the water.
The fire slowly grew stronger.
Finally, he stretched out his index finger and drew a symbol on the man's forehead.
He then slipped out to collect the second batch of summoning materials.
"For hope."
Only then did Lin Sheng heave a sigh of relief. He stood up and held the jar of paste in his hand. He hung it above the diagram and inverted it in different positions.
A large amount of beef-flavored mist rose from the frying pan and instantly danced around Lin Sheng.
Pa.
Among all the rotten swordsmen, the strongest one he had fought was the elite rotten swordsman from Blackfeather City.
Everything was ready.
When he was still weak, he could already kill dozens of them one-on-one. Now, he could easily take on a few of them at once.
Lin Sheng began to chant the ritual activation incantation in a low voice. The chaotic and irregular incantation slowly floated above the matrix, causing blurry ripples.
Lin Sheng reached for the butter lamp and took out a lighter.
Poof!
This time, Lin Sheng used a cloth mat as the base for the ritual. He placed the mat in the same position as the previous ritual.
The cardboard was cut from his father's carton, and the words "Pickled Cabbage Instant Noodles" were printed on the back.
He then mixed the various materials one by one and put them aside.
Lin Sheng waited for a while. After confirming that there were only two, he suddenly felt a little helpless.
After the morning class, he decisively asked Shen Yan for leave in the afternoon.
"Two at once? Not bad, not bad. "Lin Sheng was a little satisfied.
* Hiss … *
Lin Sheng's mind was stunned by the sudden flash of red light, and it took him more than ten seconds to recover.
"Forget it. Next time, I'll remember to accumulate more soul power before summoning. Otherwise, I won't be able to afford a stronger summon. "
This was because their bodies were temporarily reconstructed by combining materials and mysterious power in the summoning ritual.
After twenty minutes, he checked the diagram three times to make sure there were no mistakes.
"I understand, teacher. For hope, "the kneeling man said in a low voice.
The wick he made with cotton thread slowly lit up.
Both of them had bandages on their heads and carried swords on their backs. Their bodies were strong and strong, and many details were exactly the same.
That guy was able to force him to retreat a hundred meters in one breath.
The old man covered the man's eyes with the last round of bandages.
Lin Sheng understood.
Pouring water and various seasonings into the pot, Lin Sheng felt a little like he was cooking soup.
The priority of the summoning was to choose the otherworld creature that was closest to him.
The rotten swordsman was not weak, but he was not as strong as Sacred Shield Tyrant and Gray Angel, and the gap was huge.
The water in the pan gradually bubbled.
"But that's good. This way, I can understand the strength of the summoned creatures. It's very convenient to use. "
Once again, he returned to the abandoned warehouse where the ritual was held.
This time, Lin Sheng was not passive. He carefully followed the method of the summoning circle and first picked out the strongest rotten swordsman he had ever encountered in his memory.
"I knew it …" Lin Sheng was a little helpless.
Suddenly, a red light swallowed his consciousness.
Instead of going home after school in the afternoon, he went to the Iron Fist Society to talk to Sarroux and learn about the current progress.
In Lin Sheng's vision, an old opponent that he was very familiar with slowly floated in front of him.
In the darkness, a red ball of light slowly lit up, followed by a second, smaller green ball of light. Then, nothing.
"No disability, no skin disease, such as pustules. It seems that this should be the real form of the rotten swordsman. Most of the ones I met before were almost disabled. "
A few seconds later, the red light faded.
Naturally, the body built according to the same template was the same. It was like an assembly line.
"According to the Summoning Circle, after I took on the burden of a Sacred Shield Tyrant, the remaining free soul was not strong enough, so I could only take on these two smaller ones."
So, the result was that he summoned these guys from the dream.
The warehouse was dark. There was no sunlight in the afternoon. The sky was covered with dark gray clouds, and the crescent moon was hidden behind the clouds.
"Last is to boil water."
The man raised his head, letting a white-haired old man wrap a white bandage around his head.
Then he noticed that a small number was floating below the rotten swordsman: 2.
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