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

Si Mu gripped the sword hilt with both hands and pulled it back.

It can't be pulled out.

The hand covered in bluish-green hairs gripped the sword blade; the monster was incredibly strong.

"Let go!" Four Eyes raised his foot and kicked the monster in the chest.

"Bang."

The soles of his feet were numb from the impact, and Si Mu felt that the kick was hard as a rock.

The monster's remaining right eye darted around, its lips curling upwards, and its voice was unpleasant: "No matter how strong your Yang Fire is, it can't withstand my corpse, which was refined with a hundred years of resentment. This magical artifact of yours is mine."

It swung its left arm.

Four Eyes, along with his sword, was thrown away and rolled seven or eight times on the muddy ground before coming to a stop.

The monster stood still, looking down at the crimson bronze greatsword it had snatched, its blade covered in blood-red runes. The pure yang energy within the greatsword had been drained, and the dark red flame patterns on its spine had turned gray.

Clang.

The monster casually tossed the greatsword into the mud, turning this top-grade magical weapon, capable of cutting hair in two, into a piece of scrap metal.

"My sword!" Si Mu got up from the ground, heartbroken.

This was a treasure that Lin Chen had spent several gold bars and used his connections to recast, and now it's been ruined.

"You fiend, prepare to die!" Daoist Qianhe charged up from the side.

He flung out the remaining half of the ink line, leaving a red streak in the air as it flew straight toward the monster's neck.

The monster didn't even turn its head; it simply grabbed the ink line that was being pulled at it.

The ink line, stained with black dog blood and cinnabar, which would normally burn deep wounds to the bone when it touched a walking corpse, was now only enough to draw out a few wisps of white smoke when it was pressed against the monster's blood-covered hand; it didn't even break the skin.

"The physical body of the silver-armored corpse!" Uncle Nine's voice rang out.

Lin Chen knelt on the ground, the Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture circulating in his meridians, squeezing out the sparse spiritual energy around him.

Ordinary bronze-armored corpses can already withstand magical artifacts, but this monster has fused with the yin energy of the earth's veins and the blood curse of the South Seas, and its physical body has reached the threshold of a silver-armored corpse.

That layer of bluish-gray keratinous skin, coupled with the blood curses covering its body, made it an evil creature that couldn't be dealt with using common sense.

The monster yanked hard on the ink line.

Master Qianhe already had internal injuries, and when he was pulled by this force, he fell forward.

The monster opened its mouth, revealing two rows of blackened sharp teeth, and lunged straight for Chizuru's throat to bite.

"Get out of my way!" Master Four Eyes lunged at him bare-handed.

He didn't care about the greatsword and kicked the monster in the side.

The monster was kicked back half a step, and Chizuru took the opportunity to roll away and avoid the bite.

Uncle Nine arrived carrying the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror, its golden light shining on the monster's face.

The intense golden light struck the blood-red runes, producing a sizzling sound. The monster let out a scream and covered its face with its hands.

"Its blood curse can devour magic power. Don't use talismans, use pure yang essence blood to break it!" Uncle Nine shouted, biting his tongue and spitting a mouthful of blood mist onto the Bagua mirror.

The golden light intensified, transforming into a pillar of light that pressed down on the monster.

The monster, bathed in golden light, walked forward step by step.

Its crimson runes flickered, gradually pushing back the light of the Bagua mirror.

"Lin Fengjiao, none of you are getting away today!" The monster's voice was mixed with the accent of a Southeast Asian evil cultivator.

It threw a punch, which struck the golden pillar of light.

"Click."

A crack appeared on the surface of the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Mirror in Uncle Nine's hand.

Uncle Nine grunted and took two steps back as the golden light dissipated.

The monster broke free and set its sights on the four eyes that had just kicked it.

It was incredibly fast; with a single push of its foot, it created a deep crater in the ground and appeared right in front of Si Mu in the next second.

With its venomous claws, it aimed straight for Si Mu's heart.

Master Simu crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Bang."

Si Mu was sent flying backward by the blow, crashing into the courtyard wall of the abandoned mortuary. The wall collapsed, burying him in a pile of broken bricks.

"Senior brother!" Qianhe called out.

A furious roar erupted from the pile of rubble: "Cough cough... I'll skin you alive today!"

Master Simu pushed aside the bricks on his head and climbed up.

The Taoist robe was torn into strips, and five dark purple claw marks were left on the chest, with corpse poison seeping into it.

He knew things couldn't end well today; without his magical artifacts, he couldn't defeat the monster in hand-to-hand combat.

"You're forcing me, aren't you!" Si Mu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and took out three large incense sticks from the cloth bag at his waist.

There was no altar.

He kicked over half of the broken coffin lid, stood it upright on the ground, and inserted three large incense sticks directly into the gaps in the lid. The incense sticks spontaneously combusted without a flame.

Master Simu bit his right middle finger, smeared his blood on his forehead, and drew a talisman to invoke the gods.

Hands form a mudra, feet step in a ritualistic manner.

"Grandmaster, your disciple Si Mu has encountered evil spirits from the South Seas today. All my magical artifacts have been destroyed. I beg the Grandmaster to grant me divine intervention and lend me your magical power to subdue the demons!"

After the incantation was finished, Si Mu stomped his feet.

The eerie wind in the abandoned mortuary stopped, and a beam of golden light pierced through the red moon in the sky.

Golden light descended from the sky and landed on Master Four Eyes.

The monster abandoned Uncle Nine and turned to pounce on Four Eyes in the golden light.

It wants to interrupt the invocation of the gods.

Lin Chen finally managed to accumulate some magical power.

"Don't even think about it!" Lin Chen made a hand seal with one hand, activating the telekinetic technique.

Several pieces of bronze armor scattered on the ground flew up and headed towards the back of the monster's head.

The monster didn't even flinch, letting the bronze armor plates strike its body with a clanging sound.

Despite the attack, it slashed at Si Mu with one claw.

The claws had just reached the edge of the golden light.

A large hand emerged from the golden light and grabbed the monster's wrist.

The golden light dissipated.

Master Simu's originally thin frame began to swell.

The Taoist robe was torn, revealing the muscular physique, which gleamed with a faint golden light.

Master Simu's face was still the same, but his eyes had changed, and there was a hint of irritation at being disturbed.

"These heretical sects from Southeast Asia dare to steal the magical artifacts of my Maoshan disciples?" Four Eyes spoke, his voice booming.

The patriarch has possessed me.

The monster tried to pull its hand away, but found it couldn't.

The hand that was gripping it was very strong.

"Your skin looks pretty tough," the patriarch said through Four Eyes' mouth.

next second.

The patriarch swung his right arm and lifted the monster up.

"Old Taoist, today I'll teach you what authentic Maoshan Taoist arts are!"

The patriarch raised his fist, as big as a sandbag, with golden light shining brightly on the knuckles, and smashed it down hard on the monster's head.

"boom!"

The first punch landed.

The ground of the abandoned mortuary trembled. The bluish-gray skin that even the Crimson Flame Copper Greatsword couldn't cut through was dented by this punch.

The monster let out a scream, its body covered in blood-red runes churning as it tried to devour the golden light on its fist.

"You dare to talk back?" the patriarch sneered.

The golden light on the fist was not swallowed by the blood talisman; instead, it shot up three feet higher.

"boom!"

Another powerful punch.

The monster's head was smashed into the mud, and the blood curse runes on its face were largely obliterated upon contact with the golden light of Maoshan, emitting black smoke.

"This old thing is really fierce..." Lin Chen leaned against the half-earth wall, watching Si Mu, whose muscles were bulging, as he beat the silver-armored corpse.

He stroked his chin. How did his master's summoning spell become so powerful? It was much stronger than when he fought Nintendo before.

It seems that the patriarch of Maoshan has a temper even more volatile than the gods of Heaven. He didn't say a single word of nonsense, it was all pure physical exorcism, his approach is exactly the same as mine.