Uncle Nine: You were supposed to drive corpses, so you summoned the Monkey King!

The crimson mark between Lin Chen's eyebrows was getting hot.

The bronze-armored corpse absorbed all the evil energy of the former dynasty's soldiers in the courtyard, causing its body to grow half a foot taller.

The originally withered bronze-colored skin and flesh swelled up, and even long, stiff black hairs squeezed out from the gaps in the conjoined mountain-patterned heavy armor.

It gripped the five-foot-long sword tightly in its right hand, the blade igniting with black eerie flames.

The general, armed with bronze armor, used one arm to pull out the fifty-pound Crimson Flame Bronze Greatsword that was stuck in his left arm armor.

It threw it backhand, and it flew straight at the four-eyed Taoist priest on the ground.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Master Four Eyes scrambled to the side.

"Be careful, senior brother!" Daoist Qianhe shouted sternly.

He tore off the ink line from his wrist, which was soaked in black dog blood, twisted it into a rope, straightened it with both hands, and blocked the flying greatsword.

The greatsword struck the ink line, and the yang energy of the black dog blood exploded.

Master Qianhe's hands were torn open at the tiger's mouth, and he was sent flying backward by the greatsword, crashing into the broken courtyard wall and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The Crimson Copper Greatsword continued its momentum, embedding itself in the mud, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

The bronze-armored corpse, dragging a horse-slaying sword burning with eerie flames, charged towards Uncle Nine.

Uncle Nine stepped forward with the Heavenly Gang Step, advancing instead of retreating.

With a forceful turn of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror held in his left hand, he bit his right finger, which was like a sword, and forced out a mouthful of pure Yang blood.

"puff!"

Blood mist sprayed onto the mirror surface.

The golden light on the Bagua mirror gathered into a two-foot-long golden sword of energy, which pierced straight into the face of the bronze-armored general.

The bronze-armored corpse raised its left arm to block.

"Hiss hiss hiss!"

The golden sword of energy pierced the bronze arm armor. The extreme yang power and the yin evil energy devoured each other, the black hair on the arm armor was burned to ash, and the armor plates were scorched red.

The general in bronze armor paused for only a moment before sweeping his right-hand saber at Uncle Nine's waist.

Uncle Nine leaped into the air, his long sword slicing past his feet.

"This thing's shell is too thick!" Master Four Eyes got up from the ground and went to pull out his Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword.

Behind him, Lin Chen had his eyes closed.

With his mana depleted, Lin Chen's thoughts rushed straight to the South Heavenly Gate, following the mark between his eyebrows to contact Zhao Tianlei, the vanguard officer of the Fire Department.

"Zhao Xianfeng," Lin Chen transmitted telepathically, "Thirty catties of beef tallow hotpot, five jars of the strongest liquor, may I borrow a fire?"

A cold snort echoed from the depths of the Heavenly Cloud Sea: "It's a deal, kid, catch it!"

"boom!"

The crimson mark between Lin Chen's eyebrows burst open.

A stream of divine fire flowed into Lin Chen's Niwan Palace along the mark, traveling along the eight extraordinary meridians.

Lin Chen opened his eyes.

His eyes turned crimson, with two flames dancing in their sockets, and crimson flames wrapped around his arms and hands.

The surrounding air distorted, and the white frost on the ground evaporated outwards from the forest dust as the center.

"What domineering Yang Fire!" Uncle Nine steadied himself and looked in Lin Chen's direction.

Lin Chen forcibly used his physical body to bear the divine fire, causing severe pain in his meridians. He had to finish the battle quickly.

"Bang!"

Lin Chen left without hesitation and headed straight for the bronze-armored general's corpse.

The bronze-armored corpse sensed the threat and decisively abandoned Uncle Nine. It gripped the hilt of the horse-slaying saber with both hands, raised it high, and with black yin fire burning it, slashed it head-on at Lin Chen who was charging towards it.

This strike sealed off their escape route.

Lin Chen charged straight at the blade.

As the blade was about to strike his head, Lin Chen stretched out his hands, palms facing each other.

"Snapped!"

A loud bang.

Lin Chen caught the blade with his bare hands, clamping the five-foot-long horse-slaying saber between his palms.

The black flames on the blade spread downwards along the body of the blade, attempting to burn Lin Chen's hands.

Lin Chen's crimson divine fire rushed towards the Yin fire, and the black Yin fire sizzled as it was instantly burned to ashes.

The bronze-armored corpse's eyes rolled.

It pressed down hard on the blade, only to find that the horse-slaying sword remained completely still in Lin Chen's hand.

"Too weak." Lin Chen's voice was hoarse.

With a flick of his wrists, divine fire erupted, and the five-foot-long sword, tempered in the blood of the mass grave, was broken in two.

The bronze-armored general lost his balance and tumbled forward.

"Good opportunity! Let's take them down!" Master Four Eyes drew his Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword and ran over.

The fifty-pound sword swept across the ground, striking the right knee joint of the bronze-armored general.

The bronze armor plate dented, and the general's bronze armor corpse's right leg buckled, causing him to kneel on one knee.

Lin Chen casually tossed away the broken half of the knife in his hand.

With his left hand, he gripped the breastplate protruding from the chest of the bronze-armored corpse, while his right fist clenched tightly, crimson divine fire gathering at the tip of his fist.

"Penetrating force!"

A Maoshan-style ordinary punch landed on the chest of the general in bronze armor, on the charred crater that Uncle Nine had just created with his bone-piercing nail.

"Thump!"

The bronze armor plates could not withstand the penetrating force of the divine fire and shattered inch by inch.

Lin Chen reached behind his back with his right hand and drew out the lightning-struck wooden sword.

The remaining crimson divine fire on his arms flowed down the hilt into the lightning-struck wooden sword, turning the original blue lightning on the blade into crimson lightning fire.

"Get down," Lin Chen said in a low voice.

The lightning-struck wooden sword pierced through the cracks in the breastplate and into the chest cavity of the bronze-armored general, disappearing all the way to the hilt.

The righteous energy of heavenly thunder and the divine fire of the fire department detonated inside the bronze-armored corpse.

The bronze-armored corpse of the general let out a miserable scream.

Its body swelled up, and its greenish-blue scales were burned red from the inside, with crimson flames shooting out from its seven orifices and joint gaps.

It reached out its hands to grab Lin Chen's neck, but stopped halfway through.

"Splash!"

A night breeze blew by.

The two-meter-tall bronze-armored corpse of the general, along with its bronze body armor, turned into a pile of ashes, scattered in the dilapidated courtyard of the mortuary.

Lin Chen gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword and knelt on one knee beside the ashes.

The crimson mark between his brows faded, and the divine fire subsided.

The aftereffects of forcibly bearing the divine fire flared up; his limbs went weak and he gasped for breath.

"Lin Chen!"

Uncle Nine quickly stepped forward, supported his shoulder, and took his pulse on his wrist.

"Your meridians are damaged, but your foundation is intact. You are not allowed to use your magical power for the next few days."

Master Four Eyes, leaning on his Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword, walked to the pile of ashes, poked around with the tip of his sword, and picked out a fragment of the Heart-Protecting Mirror that had been burned down to the size of half a palm.

"Damn it, over a hundred military general corpses, plus a bronze-armored general corpse that has absorbed all the evil energy of soldiers, this would be enough to wipe out several towns under normal circumstances." Master Four Eyes secretly rejoiced.

Master Qianhe walked over from the base of the wall, clutching his chest: "Thanks to Lin Chen's last fire, otherwise we would have really died here today after it absorbed all the yin energy from the earth's veins."

The abandoned mortuary has fallen silent once again.

Without the suppression of the Yin Sha and Bing Sha, the surrounding temperature rose.

The ground was littered with scraps of iron and severed limbs.

Lin Chen adjusted his breathing, and slowly circulated the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture, absorbing the sparse spiritual energy in the air.

"Uncle-Master," Lin Chen said, looking at the deep crater in the center of the courtyard, "this bronze-armored general corpse was just the core of the formation."

Uncle Nine frowned.

Master Four Eyes asked, "What do you mean? The main body has been burned to ashes, so what's the point of the formation?"

Lin Chen stood up and pointed to the dark, deep pit.

His spiritual attributes allowed him to perceive the changes in the underground energy field.

"Although we severed the earth veins of the mass grave with the Five Thunder Talisman, the Yin energy of the Blackwater Town, this Yin-gathering basin, has not dissipated. With the death of the General Copper Armor Corpse, the Yin energy underground is like a funnel, pouring into that pit."

A gurgling sound came from the bottom of the pit, where a viscous liquid was boiling.

A foul stench rose from the bottom of the pit. It was the stench of rotting blood curses.

"The smell of blood curses from Southeast Asian black magic," said Master Qianhe.

A series of incantations came from the bottom of the deep pit, the sound of which made people's eardrums hurt.

Uncle Nine gripped the Bagua mirror tightly with his other hand and stared at the deep pit.

"Whoosh!"

A blood-red tentacle covered in barbs shot out from the deep pit.

It crossed half the courtyard and headed straight for the throat of the seriously injured Daoist Qianhe.