Rebirth of Super God Takeaway

Chapter 21 No way, senior, you have to hold on
No matter what Venerable Consonance thinks, he thinks it's unreliable.

But so far, there is no other better way.

So we can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

What if it succeeds?

Then not only can he survive the catastrophe, but he can also find a way to survive the catastrophe safely.

It is simply a beautiful event that benefits the cultivation world!
"Senior Lingxi, do you have any metal on you? It doesn't matter if it's gold, silver, copper or iron, as long as it can conduct electricity." Jiang Heng searched for the method of making the lightning rod with his mobile phone, and said solemnly.

Venerable Lingxi lowered his head to look at his charred black body that was almost completely dead, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "No, everything on my body has been smashed to pieces by the lightning."

"Oh, that's it." Jiang Heng showed a hint of disappointment on his face, he frowned and said to himself: "If there is no conductive metal, you can't make a lightning rod, then the senior will die...Huh? Wait, metal? My Isn’t the frame of the Little Sheep just made of metal? It’s just...forget it, saving people is the most important thing now. Even if the Little Sheep has been modified, it’s a big deal to buy another one for modification later.”

He looked down at the time again, there was still about 10 to [-] minutes before the last thunderbolt would strike, so he expected to be able to make a round trip.

Anyway, making a lightning rod depends on the powerful cultivation of Lord Lingxi.

Otherwise, even if Jiang Heng was given a day, it would be difficult for him to melt a metal frame into molten iron.

Not to mention kneading nearly a thousand-degree hot molten iron into a metal needle.

Having made up his mind, the kind-hearted Jiang Heng turned around and prepared to go to the mountainside not far away to dismantle his little sheep electric car.

jingle...

Just as he took two steps, his right foot kicked something on the ground, making a crisp sound unique to metal.

Looking down at the surroundings with a puzzled face, Jiang Heng was instantly overjoyed.

The little sheep was saved.

Under the light of the flickering thunder in the sky, the top of the small mountain was covered with metal residues of various shapes.

Picking up a bronze object that looked like a sword hilt at his feet, Jiang Heng weighed it with his hands.

Not to mention, the portion is quite sufficient.

It is perfect for making lightning rods.

At this time, Venerable Lingxi saw Jiang Heng standing in the same place, giggling like a fool, he said with a little dissatisfaction: "Little friend Jiang Heng, the solution is your idea, if you also think it is unreliable If so, please leave as soon as possible, I don't blame you..."

"Senior!" Jiang Heng interrupted Venerable Lingxi's words with a happy face, then ran to the other party, put the hilt in his hand to the other party's eyes and said: "Materials are everywhere, now you just need to melt these materials and mix them Together, just make a thick metal needle."

"Oh, it's so simple? Can you really avoid lightning after it's done?" Venerable Lingxi uttered a doubt.

"Should...can it?" Jiang Heng scratched his head, with a noncommittal expression on his face, and said: "We only made the most primitive lightning rods, which are different from those made with precision instruments. But I think the effect should be Roughly the same?"

"Oh no, you little naughty kid is experimenting on me." Lord Lingxi let out an evil dragon's roar in his heart.

Just as he was about to express his opinion again, Jiang Heng had already happily ran away to collect the spirit weapon fragments scattered around the top of the mountain.

In just 5 minutes, Jiang Heng came back with an arm full of spiritual weapon fragments.

bang, bang...

Throwing all these aura fragments at the feet of Venerable Lingxi, Jiang Heng said with a smile: "Senior, the rest is up to you, I have no ability to melt these things."

"Good talk!"

At this point, Venerable Lingxi immediately waved his heroic hand, controlling hundreds of fragments of spiritual weapons to float in the air.

In the next second, he didn't see any big movements, and a cluster of pure white hot flames shot out from his mouth.

As soon as the pure white flames came into contact with these spirit weapon fragments, they immediately made a piercing sound.

It sounds like someone is scratching the blackboard with their fingernails, which sounds quite creepy.

Jiang Heng naturally couldn't stand such an anti-human voice, he immediately frowned deeply, and reached out his hands to cover his ears.

In this regard, Venerable Lingxi secretly covered his nose and smiled.

It turns out that you also have something you hate.

Seeing you suffer makes me so happy.

Fortunately, the harsh sound only lasted for a short while.

After all the impurities in the spiritual weapon fragments were burned away, there was no sound except the muffled thunder that still came from time to time in the sky.

The hard spiritual weapon fragments began to slowly melt into molten iron and fused together.

At this time, Lord Lingxi was already sweating profusely.

Obviously, at the end of his battle, he continued to stimulate the natal flame in his body at the cost of burning his own life.

The molten iron has been prepared, and the rest is to make them into a stick shape with a pointed top and a thick bottom.

But this did not bother Venerable Consonance.

I saw him withdraw his natal flame.

Then he volleyed his hands forward and grabbed them, and a pair of giant hands visible to the naked eye appeared around the molten iron.

The giant hands slowly kneaded and stretched the molten iron like noodles.

One meter, five meters, ten meters...

"I said, little friend Jiang Heng, how long should it be?" Venerable Lingxi insisted through gritted teeth.

"I don't know, but I feel the longer the better. Senior, come on! Don't stop, please continue!" Jiang Heng said without thinking.

"Oh, I can't hold it anymore." Lord Lingxi's face was almost twisted into the shape of a bitter melon.

15 meters, 20 meters...

Snapped!
More than ten seconds passed, as if exhausted, Venerable Lingxi lay flat on the ground, and now he didn't even have the strength to raise his head.

"No...it can't be done, the true energy in the body...is completely empty, life...life and death are fate."

Boom!
As soon as he finished speaking, a black, crooked iron rod, more than 20 meters long and as thick as an adult's thigh, was inserted straight down.

It was a full five meters into the hard mountain before stopping.

Looking at the black stick in front of him, the corner of Jiang Heng's mouth twitched unconsciously.

Is this shit a lightning rod?
Almost like a giant rolling pin.

But something is better than nothing.

I just don't know that the effect is the same as that of a real lightning rod?
Stepping forward to help up the "extended corpse" of Lord Lingxi on the ground, Jiang Heng said with a concerned look: "Senior Lingxi, don't fall asleep. We'll be done with this last shiver."

Lord Lingxi's eyelids moved, and the expression on his face was almost like crying.

Where did I sleep?
Alas, thinking that I, Venerable Lingxi, have practiced for thousands of years, why would I ever think that one day I would mess around with a brat?

Forget it, now that the trouble has been made, you might as well just be willful to the end!

Gritting his teeth and lifting his sore arm, Venerable Lingxi was about to put his hands on the "lightning rod" in front of him.

However, at this moment, Jiang Heng suddenly let out an exclamation, which scared Venerable Consonance almost to fly away.

"Senior, don't touch it! It's still the last step."

While speaking, Jiang Heng quickly took off his pair of low-quality sneakers.

Then tear it hard with both hands, and split the upper and sole in two.

Standing up with bare feet, he threw the uppers aside and handed the rubber soles to Venerable Lingxi.

Jiang Heng showed a harmless smile on his face and said, "Senior, you can't touch the lightning rod with bare hands. It's no different from touching a [-]-volt switch. It must be covered with insulating rubber."

Looking at the two rubber soles that seemed to be still steaming slightly and smelly in front of him, Venerable Lingxi had a very rich expression on his face.

There is hesitation, nausea, shyness, and anger...

He felt that today was the most unlucky day he had lived for thousands of years.

It was simply a disgrace in his gorgeous life.

(End of this chapter)