A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 150 Evils retreat

Under the suppression of the magic-suppressing barrier of the high monk's relic, all of Su Mu's evil magic artifacts felt somewhat sluggish and blocked when used.

This one flaw was enough for Gu Lanxiang to unleash dozens of blows, turning him into a pulpy mess.

But just as the blow was about to strike his forehead, two beams of pure and intense green sword light crossed in front of him, blocking the blow.

The bamboo stick, brimming with the flames of life, collided with the two beams of blue light, as if a colossal bronze gong had been struck in the air, vibrating and clanging.

With a sudden, violent bend, Gu Lanxiang was thrown off her feet.

Su Mu made a sword incantation with his hands, and seven beams of azure light flew through the air. Three of them guarded his body and hovered around him, while the other four pierced towards Gu Lanxiang one after another.

Thick, ink-black hair cascaded down from his head, and the seven rays of light were actually the seven sharp hairpins that he had originally worn in his hair.

The small wooden hairpin, once it flew out, immediately transformed into a strange flying sword two feet long, without a hilt, with sword tips at both ends.

The sword had a faint wood grain pattern on its blade, but it was incredibly sharp when it flew. One of the sword beams merely grazed the nearby tomb tower before severing the entire tower in half.

Within a 33-meter radius, the air was still filled with the faint glow of the barrier emanating from the high monk's relics, but this did not restrain the trajectory of the azure flying sword at all. On the contrary, the azure light became even more dazzling and brilliant.

The sword surprisingly exuded a righteous and upright aura.

Gu Lanxiang chuckled softly in mid-air, her slender and graceful waist twisting in mid-air as if she were dancing in a drunken stupor. She did two somersaults, her bamboo stick moving with her, the ends of the stick striking, deflecting, and flicking away the four flying swords one after another.

Thud!

One end of the stick touched the ground, Gu Lanxiang held the other end of the bamboo stick in her hand, and stepped on the middle of the bamboo stick. The stick was slightly bent and tilted, bearing the weight of its owner, and she maintained her balance in a wonderful posture.

"As expected, although you do things like digging up people's graves, which are rotten from head to toe, you are not a pure sorcerer."

Su Mu successfully forced his opponent back, but his expression was not good. After all, he was forced to use his hidden abilities in just one exchange, and judging from the other party's tone, the feeling of others knowing about him while he knew nothing about the enemy was definitely not pleasant.

"Could it be that there are really people with tons of points who have nowhere to go and would go to the entertainment district to buy information? Aren't they afraid of being misled by those ridiculously expensive and vague pieces of information?"

The magical abilities that Su Mu cultivated were divided into two systems.

One set consists of evil spells he encountered after becoming a reincarnator, based on the "Heshan Scripture," which records sixty-seven spells of the Heshan sect. All of them are evil and heretical, using human and animal killing, soul extraction and spirit refining to create various evil magical artifacts and unleash magical power.

This unorthodox path has its own advantages. In the initial stages of cultivation, it doesn't focus much on mental insights or realm exploration. You just need to follow the steps, be ruthless, kill more and practice more, and you can continuously improve your magical abilities.

However, the higher one goes in practicing the magic of Heshan Dao, the less promising it becomes. They only know how to refine external objects, and their cultivation of their own Dao is too scattered and not refined. After reaching a certain level, they can only rely on parasitizing strange beasts to prolong their lifespan.

Moreover, as a being who has reincarnated, one must travel between many worlds. If one relies solely on these ghostly spells, the limitations would be too great. There are countless things that can restrain evil spirits.

So after reaching three stars, Su Mu accumulated the rewards from two missions and used them all to consciously exchange for "Baiyang Diagram" from the world of Shushan Swordsman.

In terms of purifying the Dao foundation, the White Sun Diagram can be considered the most superior orthodox Xuanmen cultivation method. Su Mu used the refined White Sun magic power to control the flying sword he forged from seven copper coconut divine woods, thus becoming immune to the restraint of most evil-slaying and demon-breaking barriers.

The reason he came to dig up the corpses of these Shaolin monks was because these Shaolin monks who had reached the first-class level or above, even after many years of death, still had bodies that were different from ordinary corpses, containing a bit of yin within yang, a kind of life within death, which was very rare.

When Su Mu was practicing the Five Horses Pagoda Rope, he had already used magic to bury the blood and corpses of five hundred fine horses, creating an extremely yin and cold feng shui formation.

When the time comes, bury the remains of these monks, and use the remains of the Buddhist master as an indispensable core, perform a ritual for forty-nine days to activate that bit of yin within yang, and re-refine his seven flying swords. This will completely transform his Dao foundation, eliminate all the hidden dangers of his previous cultivation of evil methods, and allow him to leap to become a top-tier four-star cultivator with authentic immortal white yang magic power.

And all the monks' corpses would be transformed into extremely yin evil corpses.

Su Mu thought to himself, if everything goes smoothly, then with flying swords in the sky and walking corpses on the ground, and righteous laws to ward off evil, he will directly reach the top level of combat power in this world. Any subsequent missions or plans can be carried out without restraint and will be invincible.

"Ha! Bluffing. Even if you know something about us, all you know is a small amount of information about us before we entered this world."

Su Mu's tone was deep and thoughtful as he said, "This relic must have come at a high price. You thought it could restrain me, but it can't suppress my true strength at all. What are you really thinking beneath this act of pretending you knew all along?"

"This is indeed very expensive, but do you think it was prepared specifically for you?"

Gu Lanxiang shook the relic in her hand, seemingly surprised as she lifted her eyelids, then clutched her stomach with her left hand, laughing so hard her body trembled slightly.

"You think the only way to utilize intelligence is to exchange it for an ability that can counter you? You're seriously underestimating the meaning of intelligence."

In Gu Lanxiang's view, understanding the enemy's capabilities from intelligence is secondary; what's more important is being able to grasp the enemy's thought process from the manifestation of these capabilities.

For example, when she saw that tough guy running to stop the abbot, she knew she had to get to the cemetery first and stop the Taoist priest.

Among the reincarnators on the military side, they may indeed be slightly inferior to those on the mystical or technological sides in terms of overall strategic planning and the diversity of their abilities.

However, in local battles, the terrifying decisiveness to skip all steps and guess the target and capture the enemy's thinking as long as one has vague intelligence is an advantage that other types of reincarnators cannot deny and is universally present.

Moreover, this ability to anticipate enemy moves and adapt accordingly can be applied not only to enemies but also to allies.

Gu Lanxiang knew that if she took the initiative to make a move at the Great Buddha Hall, judging from Abbot Sheng's personality these past few days, he probably wouldn't let her go easily and allow her to fight Sun Ling alone.

The Shaolin monks' tendency to seek stability is ingrained in their Buddhist teachings, martial arts, and personal character, manifesting in every aspect of their lives.

While being steady is certainly an advantage, unfortunately, at times it can be no different from being indecisive.

However, if Gu Lanxiang is already engaged in fierce fighting with the enemy in another location, and this location is even the burial ground of eminent Shaolin monks throughout history, then...

Gu Lanxiang gripped the bamboo stick tightly, switched feet and kicked, the stick bent violently, and using the stick's resilience, she was propelled towards Su Mu.

Su Mu sneered, placing two flying swords under his feet, which carried him as he flew backward, trying to break out of the area of ​​this magic-suppressing barrier.

The remaining five flying swords, under his hand gestures, condensed into a blue light sword wheel, which spun and roared like thunder, slashing towards Gu Lanxiang.

Gu Lanxiang seized the tomb tower where Su Mu had been, and with a flick of her wrist, as if using a stick as a spear, she collided with the blue-light sword wheel.

The kung fu she's using now is the Yaksha King Staff Technique that Master Wangsheng and the others exceptionally taught her when she first arrived at Shaolin Temple, after seeing Han Yu's keepsake.

This staff technique was developed by the great general Seng Tanzong on the battlefield. It incorporates a spear within the staff, with ingenious variations, yet it is hailed as "the most benevolent of all martial arts in the world."

This style of staff technique aims to uphold the precept of non-killing on a battlefield where human life is as worthless as grass and flesh turns to mud. It seeks only to protect oneself; others may kill each other, but monks will not kill.

The essence of the entire staff technique lies in the "retraction, maintenance, and transformation" between each move. Without a profound state of meditative concentration, it is impossible to master this staff technique; one will only be reduced to a third-rate battlefield martial art.

The monks gave him this set of staff techniques as a test. It was because Gu Lanxiang had mastered the techniques to the point of perfect form and spirit within a few days that he gained the approval of the monks.

The blue-light sword wheel came with great force, and Gu Lanxiang's bamboo stick was obviously not a good match for it, otherwise it would definitely be chopped into pieces. At this time, using the Yaksha King's staff technique was just right.

With a flick of the staff, hundreds of afterimages appeared, each one barely touching the sword wheel. This not only hindered the sword wheel's rotation but also conveyed a Zen-like sense of restraint before the staff fell, stopping in time to avoid being injured by the sword light.

Hundreds of subtle obstacles, added together, slowed the spinning sword wheel to a point where the individual blades were clearly visible.

At that moment, Gu Lanxiang jabbed the center of the sword wheel with the tip of her staff and leaped into the air above the sword wheel like a pole vaulter.

Su Mu stepped on his sword and retreated extremely quickly. By this time, he had already exceeded the scope of the magic-suppressing barrier. With a flick of his arm, a seven-foot-long banner flashed out from between his long sleeves.

From the summoning banner, skulls formed from black energy radiated outwards, flanking from both sides and launching a combined attack on the magic-suppressing barrier.

The barrier's faint light shrank continuously upon being struck by the skulls, but Gu Lanxiang's figure showed no sign of stopping. She lightly touched the tomb tower with her feet and leaped forward, chasing after Su Mu.

"I'm sorry, masters."

Gu Lanxiang tossed out a gourd of wine, her breathing changed, and she took a rapid, intense breath. Her healthy skin tightened its lines, and the life energy in her body gathered into a breath of "true qi" filled with intense intoxication and heroic spirit.

Her elegant light green outfit, when she moved at this moment, exuded a fierce and boundless aura. She stepped into the air and raised her hand to strike with a stick.

The life-giving flames on the bamboo stick shattered a skull, which then smashed into the gourd, causing it to explode.

The fragments and the wine inside, like amber flames, carrying the red essence of the Pandaren's generations-old reverence for warding off evil and demons, shot forward and transformed into a fiery red crane.

Zhu He spread his wings, smashing more than a few skulls, and soared into the sky, chasing after Su Mu, who was dodging and weaving with sword light under his feet, leaving fiery red trails in the air.

Su Mu flicked the long banner in his right hand again, and the Five Ghosts Copper Lamp appeared amidst the black mist of the banner.

Five crimson rays of light, amplified by the summoning banner, surged with ferocity, almost transforming into tangible, green-faced, red-horned demons. They rushed forward and collided with Zhu He.

The Five Ghosts and Zhu He suddenly locked in a stalemate, their yin and yang clashing, with crackling and popping sounds echoing incessantly.

The flickering, bursting green will-o'-the-wisps and crimson flames, like two-colored petals dancing in the wind, landed on the tomb towers and floor tiles, leaving behind pitted and uneven marks.

Su Mu's eyes flashed, realizing how troublesome this girl from the martial arts side was. He also didn't know where her teammates were or what methods they had, so he gave up the idea of ​​killing her here.

"Once I've mastered the orthodox magic of the immortal path and reached the fourth-level advanced stage, killing her will be as easy as crushing a sparrow. It won't be too late to fight her then."

This heretical reincarnator, harboring his own ambitions, did not care about this momentary anger. With a flick of his left hand, he unleashed five sword beams toward Master Wanshi's corpse, intending to pierce through the gaps in the bones and carry the body away.

Just then, a figure fell from the sky, smashing down the five sword lights.

The blade of the Divine Wood Flying Sword cut through limbs, revealing large patches of bloody light, but as soon as the severed limbs left the wounds, new arms would regenerate from the severed areas.

The person who was knocked down was Sun Ling.

Abbot Wangsheng held a staff upside down and stood beside him, pressing the tip of the staff against Sun Ling's chest, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The six arms continued to strike the abbot's body like phantom whips.

The Venerable Master Wangsheng ignored it. The full power he had cultivated from the Diamond Sutra formed a thick, perfect, pure golden pattern on his body, like withered petals and symmetrical branches intertwined.

The unique artistic feel of Buddhist mandalas covers this bald head, signifying the formidable defensive power this old monk now possesses.

Sun Ling's fists were no threat whatsoever to the fully-powered Abbot of the Rebirth Hall, who treated them like the scratches of a little monkey.

The old monk's usual smile vanished without a trace. His solemn face turned slightly as he surveyed the graveyard of the eminent monks, his gaze lingering on the body of his senior brother.

"A demonic monster..."

The sound waves emitted from the throat of the Venerable Master caused the surrounding tombstone bricks to resonate, deep and long, full of anger.

He twirled his staff with one hand, as if smashing a light polo ball, and swept Sun Ling toward Su Mu.

"Bring them to justice!!"

Su Mu felt as if a thunderclap had sounded in his ears, which made him feel unsteady. In his surprise, he moved the Soul-Summoning Banner in his right hand, and the black energy swept Sun Ling aside. He then raised his left hand and splashed out a ball of sticky, oil-like light.

This Five Yin Black Fiend is also one of the sixty-seven spells of Heshan Dao. It was extracted from the extremely vicious black fiend energy when he slaughtered a small town in the world of "The Great Sword". He also refined the demons disguised as humans into filthy blood.

Whether it's human, beast, or steel, once it falls into it, it will instantly turn into pus and dregs. Even ordinary flying swords, when they crash into this black aura, cannot break through and can only be polluted and refined.

The Five Yin Black Fiends grew taller with the wind, so thick that they were completely opaque. Their strange shapes resembled those of animals that had just swallowed the filth of ten cattle and horses, constantly deforming and stretching, making them taller and heavier than all the surrounding tomb towers.

The crisis warning in Su Mu's soul did not diminish in the slightest; on the contrary, it surged wildly.

Ignoring the problem of his mixed foundation, he unleashed all his evil magic power, activating the Five Yin Black Fiends, while also forcefully channeling his righteous magic power. The two flying swords beneath his feet shone brightly, enveloping his entire body and carrying him far away.

With a flick of his staff, Abbot Wangsheng merged with the staff, soaring up like an angry dragon, its entire body golden except for the tip, which was a mix of blue and red.

This is the Ananda Finger, a Shaolin martial art, which is an analogy for Ananda, the Dragon King in Buddhist scriptures, who is most skilled at overcoming obstacles and challenges.

Tonight, the Venerable Master Wangsheng, wielding the Shaolin divine weapon, the Tanhua Zen Staff, transformed his finger into a staff with a single strike, fueled by great wrath and possessing the power to sever Vajra. Even if all the previous Shaolin masters were resurrected, apart from Bodhidharma and the eminent monk Tanhua, none would dare to claim they could surpass him in the slightest.

The raging dragon soared, crashing through the Five Yin Black Fiends and striking the flying sword's escape light, which hadn't yet had time to flee.

The light dissipated, and Su Mu looked down at the Zen staff that had struck his chest, his entire body exploding into pieces.

The flying sword, the soul-summoning banner, and the small Qiankun bag all fell to the ground.

When the Venerable Master landed, the copper ring on his staff jingled, but it was not stained with a single drop of blood.

"He's not dead yet!"

As Gu Lanxiang spoke up to remind him, she poured all her remaining strength into the bamboo stick in her hand and threw it out, where it struck the soul-summoning banner.

The pole of the summoning banner snapped with a loud bang, almost breaking, and a cloud of black mist rose from it, roughly in the shape of a human, with Su Mu's head and face still discernible.

Although he did not die, he was filled with grief and rage. Suddenly, he crashed into his small Qiankun bag, avoiding the palm strike that Master Wangsheng brought down from mid-air.

The cultivation method of Baiyang Diagram begins with the physical body. Now that his physical body has shattered, the foundation of his still-developing righteous magic power has vanished.

The ambition to subdue evil with righteousness and to unite life and death was instantly torn into countless shattered bubbles.

Even as a reincarnator, who is said to have infinite possibilities as long as he doesn't die, he doesn't know how much he will have to pay to find such a suitable and well-founded path to heaven again.

They had accurately assessed Shaolin's strength, but they hadn't expected that a reincarnator who arrived a month later than them would have already made contact with these people so quickly.

Su Mu's soul was filled with sinister thoughts, but at this moment, there was only one path left to choose from. If he didn't choose it, he was afraid he would really die here.

Inside the small Qiankun bag, a huge flying centipede hovered in a state between life and death. When Su Mu's divine soul pounced on it, its two eyes immediately emitted a bright green light.

Between the pagodas, the small brocade pouch suddenly expanded, and a flying centipede emerged, colliding head-on with the Master of Rebirth. The black energy that erupted from it shook the entire pagoda forest three times.

"How hateful!"

In the end, he still chose this mediocre four-star path. As a reincarnator and a person of the immortal path, he couldn't even easily crush the ordinary native four-star here. Instead, he suffered pain again under the Zen staff.

The centipede made a human-like sound, which also sounded like a dragon's roar. It swept its tail back, stirring up the surrounding debris, and flew into the night sky, flying several miles away, riding on a stench and black mist.

"It's just a temporary setback. I will make you pay the price!"

When the last message was transmitted, the demonic aura suppressed the boiling emotions, and there was no longer any anger in the voice, only a deep and cold chill.

"withdraw!!!"

(End of this chapter)