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

Master Qianhe was just knocked away by the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword and suffered internal injuries.

He was a seasoned fighter, and with his right hand he reached into the cloth bag at his waist, pulled out a handful of glutinous rice, and threw it out in front of him.

The glutinous rice sizzled as it hit the blood-red tentacles.

The flesh on the surface of the tentacle was blown apart, and the tentacle paused for a moment.

"Go back!"

Master Simu stepped across half the courtyard, gripping the fifty-pound Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword in both hands, and cleaved the tentacle in the middle with a single strike.

The tentacles were severed by the greatsword.

There was no blood at the cut, but a foul-smelling, dark red viscous liquid spurted out.

The slime splattered on the ground, corroding a walnut-sized pit and emitting white smoke.

The remaining tentacle writhed and retracted into the deep pit from which black water was gushing out.

The tentacle that had fallen to the ground was still twitching. Master Qianhe pointed his fingers like a sword, threw an exorcism talisman at it, and burned it into a puddle of ash.

"What on earth is this thing?" Master Four Eyes held his greatsword horizontally in front of him, staring at the deep pit.

The way the tentacle was severed just now didn't feel like cutting meat; it felt like cutting a softened leather rope.

Uncle Nine strode to the edge of the deep pit and stopped three feet away. He held the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror in his left hand, and the golden light on the mirror pressed down the black gas surging from the pit.

Uncle Nine said, "The blood curse in the Nanyang black magic is quite ruthless. We used the Five Thunder Talisman to cut off the Yin energy in the mass grave. The General Copper Armor Corpse, the key to the formation, was also destroyed. He was backfired by the formation and simply used himself as the key to the formation."

The black water at the bottom of the pit was churning.

A muffled sound came from the bottom of the pit.

"Lin Fengjiao... Simu...you ruined my grand plan and severed my cultivation foundation. Today, none of you will leave Blackwater Town!"

His voice had a Southeast Asian accent.

Lin Chen knelt on one side of the courtyard.

After the fire element subsided, the soreness in the meridians began to subside.

The Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture is absorbing spiritual energy from all around to replenish its dantian.

Lin Chen closed his eyes and sensed the deep pit.

There was no coffin or complete human figure at the bottom of the pit, only a mass of flesh writhing.

The evil cultivator from Southeast Asia merged with the remaining evil spirits and yin energy from the earth veins he had just absorbed.

"Uncle-Master, that thing isn't a zombie anymore." Lin Chen opened his eyes.

"He has mixed the blood curse and the resentment of the century-old corpse together and is reshaping his physical body. The bottom of the pit is full of poisonous blood."

"Want to be resurrected? Dream on!"

Master Four Eyes swung his Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword, preparing to jump into the pit.

"Don't go down!" Lin Chen and Uncle Jiu shouted at the same time.

Uncle Nine grabbed Four Eyes' arm: "The pit is full of extremely yin poisonous blood. No matter how strong the yang fire of your greatsword is, it will be extinguished instantly if you jump in. If you get even a little bit of the blood poison on you, your cultivation will be ruined."

"Then seal it off from above!"

Uncle Nine pulled the yellow cloth bundle to his chest and took out a palm-sized, blackened wooden plaque. This was no ordinary lightning-struck wood; it was engraved with authentic Maoshan runes.

"Chizuru, guard the Kun position! Yomotsu, take your sword and head to the Qian position!"

Uncle Nine usually uses a peach wood sword and a Bagua mirror, but when it comes to fighting for his life, the true essence of Maoshan is not just for show.

Master Qianhe clutched his chest, walked to the southwest corner of the pit, bit his tongue, and used his blood to draw a sealing talisman on the stone slab.

Master Simu walked to the northwest corner with his sword, and planted the large sword on the ground.

Uncle Nine stood due south, holding the ancestral tablet in both hands, chanting incantations so fast that the words were inaudible, and the surrounding spiritual energy gathered towards the pit opening.

The memorial tablet glowed white, projecting a two-meter-diameter phantom image of a Maoshan magic array into the air, covering the entrance to the deep pit.

"Thrice we beseech your divine intervention to vanquish the demons; may the divine army act swiftly as commanded!"

Uncle Nine pressed his hands down, and the phantom of the Ancestral Master descended.

The fleshy tumor at the bottom of the pit was no longer hidden; more than a dozen blood-red tentacles shot out from the bottom of the pit, trying to support the falling phantom.

The phantom of the patriarch pressed down on the tentacles, emitting a burnt smell.

The tentacles were crushed, and poisonous blood splattered everywhere.

The tentacles were numerous, breaking off and growing back, blocking the illusory figure of the patriarch at the edge of the pit, resulting in a stalemate.

"We're just a little bit short of using gravity to suppress it." Uncle Nine continued to unleash his magical power.

Chizuru and Simu were also guarding the core of the formation to prevent the blood and qi from leaking out.

Lin Chen glanced at the bronze armor plates and mutilated corpses of generals scattered throughout the courtyard.

He just dismantled dozens of armored corpses with his bare hands. The broken copper and scrap iron scattered all over the ground weighs dozens of kilograms each.

"The sharp metal energy can break through all laws." Lin Chen recalled the record in "Maoshan Refining Techniques".

He spread out his mental attributes, sensed the scrap metal on the ground, and used telekinesis to retrieve objects.

"rise."

Dozens of bronze breastplates, broken military knives, and leg armor in the courtyard floated into the air under the pull of spiritual attributes.

"fall!"

Lin Chen pressed down lightly with both hands.

Several hundred kilograms of bronze scrap iron crashed onto the phantom of the patriarch above the deep pit.

The illusory image of the patriarch only blocked the yin energy, but did not hinder the real objects. The bronze armor plate passed through the illusory image and smashed into the blood net in the pit.

A devastating physical blow.

Even the strongest tentacles can't withstand the impact of a few hundred kilograms of iron.

The tentacles were smashed, and poisonous blood splattered everywhere.

The phantom, now free of obstruction, crashed into the blood pool at the bottom of the pit, carrying with it the pile of bronze scraps.

"what!"

The screams of the heretical monks from Southeast Asia echoed from the bottom of the pit.

The Maoshan magic array took shape at the bottom of the pit, and white light illuminated the deep pit.

The poisonous blood was evaporated by the power of the formation, and the lump twisted and shrank in the white light.

"It's sealed!" Master Four Eyes prepared to pull out the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword stuck in the ground.

Lin Chen turned his head, stared at the center of the formation, and shouted, "Don't move!"

The mental perception issued an alarm, and the screams from the bottom of the pit disappeared.

The white light of the Maoshan magic array was still flashing, and the pile of bronze scrap iron that had been thrown down made a scraping sound.

"Click."

A crisp sound came from the bottom of the pit.

Uncle Nine looked down.

A crack appeared in the center of the illusory magic circle covering the pit opening, and the crack spread outwards.

The illusory image of the patriarch dissipated, the poisonous blood at the bottom of the pit was evaporated, and the tumor disappeared.

A hand reached out from the pile of bronze scrap and grabbed the stone bricks at the edge of the pit.

This is not a human hand.

The back of his hand was covered with inch-long bluish-green bristles, and his nails were curved, gleaming with a black, poisonous light.

The zombie's arm was covered with blood-red Southeast Asian black magic runes.

The runes shimmered with a bloody light, resisting the remaining yang energy around them.

Uncle Nine wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "That old bastard didn't die. He used the death energy from the broken formation to complete the fusion."

The owner of that hand climbed out of the deep pit.

He was less than 1.7 meters tall, wearing a tattered Southeast Asian robe, and the skin on his face was keratinized and had turned bluish-gray.

Its left eye is a black hole, while its right eye retains a human eyeball, staring at the Four-Eyed Taoist Master not far away.

To be precise, he was staring at the Crimson Flame Bronze Greatsword in the hand of the Four-Eyed Taoist.

The monster neither roared nor pounced.

It moved extremely fast, appearing in front of Master Four Eyes in just a few steps.

Master Simu reacted and swung his greatsword down.

It stretched out its hand, covered in blood-red runes, and grasped the blade of the Crimson Flame Bronze Greatsword.

The yang fire on the greatsword surged up, trying to burn the hand.

The crimson runes from the South Seas climbed up the blade, drawing the yang energy from the greatsword into the monster's body, causing the dark red flame patterns on the spine of the sword to dim.

The monster's remaining right eye turned and looked at the Four-Eyed Taoist.

"The blood from Maoshan tastes good."