A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Although these strange monkeys look like living creatures, when they bounced onto the roof, their feet landed on the ground, and not a single drop of water was splashed up.

It is clearly the kind of ghost that does not have a physical form.

Guan Luoyang suddenly lunged forward and snatched the ancient sword back from Zhao Qianniu's corpse.

Waqing kept a close eye on his movements, and the moment his shoulder moved, he had already shot out the iron skewer in his hand.

Unexpectedly, Guan Luoyang's stride and grab were incredibly fast, his body moving almost as fast as a flying iron skewer.

The three iron skewers aimed at their original positions missed their mark, and the remaining five were swept away by his slash as he turned around.

The strange monkey passed right through the sharp iron spikes that were deflected, its body completely unharmed. But then a long, dark green patterned knife slashed down, cutting through its bluish-gray body and eliciting a scream that ripped through the eardrums.

The strange monkey that was slashed by this blade exploded into a cloud of billowing blue smoke.

The other strange monkeys, oblivious to fear, continued to pounce and bite, their figures seemingly taking over the entire spacious hall roof.

But Guan Luoyang's sword strikes were far faster than those of the strange monkeys. He slashed left and right, then swung back and turned, the wind and shadows of his blades making him almost blurry. All the strange monkeys that approached were cut down by his magic sword.

Some were cleaved from head to toe, exploding into smoke and dissipating on the spot. Others, if only their limbs were severed or they were whipped away, would recover from their injuries amidst the rising smoke and rush back.

In the forests of the Nanyang River Valley, there are some places where the number of monkeys exceeds the number of people. The strange art mastered by the monkey official Tang Zhi uses monkey ghosts to harm people. Although each monkey ghost is not much stronger than a real monkey, its advantage lies in its astonishing number.

After Guan Luoyang was surrounded, he had a strange feeling for a short time that no matter how many strange monkeys he killed, their numbers seemed to increase. The bluish-gray monkey shadows leaped and thrashed about in the shadows.

Master Luo tightened his grip on the four-sided short cane, his eyes fixed on Guan Luoyang's direction, but after a slight twitch on his relaxed face, he still chose to kill their real target for the day first.

call! ! !

He tilted his body, like a huge gray bat, and glided out toward the backyard.

While Qiu Di was wielding his magic sword to deal with the monkey demon, he glanced up and saw this scene. With a flick of his sleeve, a small triangular command flag shot out.

This command flag has a flagpole made of fine steel, seven inches long and as thick as a chopstick, covered with vermilion patterns.

The flag is small, one side is yellow with the character "定" (ding) written on it, and the other side is green with the character "影" (ying) written on it.

The Zhenwu Temple's ritual implements, the Shadow-Shooting and Form-Capturing Flag!

The command flag struck Luo Shiye's shadow precisely, embedding itself into the ground.

While suspended in mid-air, Master Luo felt a restraining force pressing down on him. He flicked his left index and middle fingers towards his dantian and uttered a soft shout: "Shed the shell!"

The figure in the air, resembling a giant bat, split in two.

The large robe seemed to freeze in mid-air.

Master Luo himself, holding a short staff, flew down and fought his way to the edge illuminated by the autumn stone lamplight.

Qiu Shi's eyes narrowed, and he flicked the lantern in his left hand.

Amidst the hazy light and shadow, two identical figures emerged from Qiu Shi's body, one to the left and the other to the right, both carrying lanterns and swords.

The three Taoist priests drew their swords simultaneously.

The famous "Seven Star Illusion Lamp Spell" sword technique of Wudang is a unique skill that combines magic and martial arts.

Back then, when Lord Koxinga recovered Jiangnan, the main branch of Wudang in the north wanted to move south to Wudang in Quanzhou. However, he was pursued by two thousand elite soldiers. The seventy-two swordsmen of Wudang used the Seven Star Illusion Lamp Spell to create hundreds of clones. They fought and retreated, delaying the retreat for a full half hour before calmly withdrawing.

The enemy suffered more than two hundred casualties, with both men and horses killed.

Although Qiu Shi had only mastered the third level of this spell, it was already enough to reveal its sharp edge, capable of shattering even iron armor and overwhelming all who stood against it.

Faced with this sword, Master Luo simply flicked his short cane, and the four-sided wooden cane unfolded into a huge folding fan with a "whoosh".

This fan, with its ribs over three feet long, is not an elegant object used by scholars and literati, but rather a large decorative piece that is displayed year after year in the main hall of a Jiangnan household, allowing guests to appreciate the calligraphy and paintings on its surface.

However, when this ornamental object was used by Master Luo, with a single press of his wrists, it was as fierce and brutal as a boulder crashing down on his head, forcefully suppressing the three sword lights with the fan.

Boom! ! !

Qiu Shi's longsword was broken, and his two illusory forms disappeared at the same time. However, his two junior brothers were right beside him, so he could not retreat. He had no choice but to use the broken sword and lantern to parry the attack.

With a flick of his wrist, Master Luo caused the large folding fan to flip to the side, causing the broken sword and lantern to swing aside. The edge of the fan stood up like a sharp axe and slammed forward.

Qiu Shi had nowhere to dodge and was about to be disemboweled by the fan when suddenly two more swords came stabbing from the sides.

A sword pierced the gap in the fan ribs, wedging the fan in place. The swordsman was Qiu Hua, who had only one arm.

The other sword aimed directly at Master Luo's vitals, a move that Qiu Di used to attack the enemy's inevitable defenses.

With just one hand, Master Luo caught the tip of Qiu Di's sword. With a few quick movements of his fingers, he chopped the straight-stabping sword into several pieces and sent them flying back.

Qiu Di hurriedly retreated to dodge, but was still struck through the left shoulder by a broken sword.

The huge folding fan was flipped open with just the strength of the right wrist, snatching Qiu Hua's sword from her hand.

But Qiu Shi had already seized the opportunity. He grabbed the belts of his two junior brothers, leaped forward, and dodged the large fan that swept across the sky.

Master Luo missed his first strike, so he reformed the fan into a staff, slid down to pursue Qiu Shi, and lashed out at his back.

Halfway through pulling the folding fan, Master Luo suddenly jerked his wrist back and used it to shield his ear.

*Smack!*

A bronze mirror struck his closed folding fan, cracking the ironwood fan ribs. The edge of the bronze mirror was completely deformed, and it bounced to the ground.

Master Luo's hand holding the fan went slightly numb. He turned his head to look at the roof and saw a figure being smashed over, creating a large splash of muddy water in the backyard.

That was Waqing. His left hand was empty, and his right hand was deformed and pressed against his abdomen. The few iron skewers that were stuck between his right fingers were knocked back into his stomach by the whip-like palm strike.

A small section of the roof collapsed, and Tang Zhi fell into the hole. All the blue smoke rushed into the hole.

When the smoke cleared, there was no one left on the roof!

Master Luo's gaze shifted downwards in surprise, just in time to catch a glimpse of a white-tinged-blue blade of light shining through the back window of the main hall.

The folding fan drew its precious sword, and the figure that had smashed through the window was right in front of him.

Guan Luoyang pressed down on the folding fan with one hand, and then thrust his right elbow into the chest. The water burst open, the ground caved in, and the force traveled from his feet to his upper body. With this single elbow strike, he could shatter a rockery as tall as a person.

Master Luo was hit by the elbow and flew out, crashing into the back wall. But the sound was wrong. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a scarecrow.

Before Qiu Shi's eyes, the smoke twisted, and the old man appeared, a withered and thin hand slashing towards his throat.

Qiu Mu, heartbroken, was being held in Qiu Shi's hand when he suddenly raised his head and spat a mouthful of black blood onto Master Luo's face.

Master Luo's hand, following the momentum, struck Qiu Shi's neck, knocking him away. However, due to a sudden wave of dizziness that pierced his mind, he had already lost nine-tenths of his strength.

Qiu Mu's disembowelment was caused by a cut from Master Luo's folding fan, which was poisoned.

The poisonous blood sprayed onto Master Luo's face, seeping directly into his eyes, turning them bloodshot and causing them to bulge slightly outwards. His eye sockets were swollen, a truly horrifying sight.

He let out a cry of pain, guessed the direction Qiu Shi had fallen, and reached into his pocket as if he was about to throw something at Qiu Shi.

Guan Luoyang moved like a leaping horse, chasing after Luo Shiye with a punch. He used a soft force, his fist swinging like a mallet, striking Luo Shiye on the forehead.

Master Luo's thin body swayed and he collapsed into the sewage.

The eyes, splashed with poisonous blood, remained open even after falling into the water.

wow-

Guan Luoyang pulled him out of the water, checked his breath, and shook his head at the others.

The old man seemed to be the leader. Guan Luoyang had intended to spare his life, but the poisonous blood seemed too potent, and since it entered the brain directly through the eyes, it had already killed him.

"Qiu Di, why are you here with this fellow? Where are Master and Uncle?"

"them……"

"They're probably going to run into trouble too."

………………

Dozens of miles away, on a small road at the foot of the mountain, several sedan chairs and more than a dozen corpses dressed in soldiers' uniforms lay scattered around.

But more people rose from the weeds, forming a dense encirclement. There was a bald old man with a hooked nose, a naked giant with iron hooks on his hands, and a person sitting in a bamboo sedan chair carried by zombies. There was also a sorcerer in a purple robe, playing with a flute made from a woman's shinbone.

Many others wore somber expressions, all draped in black cloaks, and remained silent.

The copper coin magic sword in the hand of Daoist Jiuying was stained with poisonous blood, the red rope was broken, and the copper coins were scattered. He looked down at the various people with an imposing and dignified gaze.

"The Commander's token is genuine, but the person who came to invite me is an imposter."

"The old lady in the Commander's family suffered from phlegm. She just wanted to follow the old custom and go to the Zhenwu Temple to ask for a bottle of Moon Dew Pills. She didn't invite you there in person. However, not long after his men left, we killed them and took their place."

The middle-aged man in leather armor, who looked like a school officer, wiped his face and peeled off a piece of human skin, revealing an androgynous face with red lips and pink cheeks.

The man laughed and said, "Among your Zhenwu Temple, Jiuhe, that dead bull-nose, has the deepest magic. He has cultivated the Seven Star Illusion Lamp Spell to the highest level. Everyone knows that he can transform into seven different forms. However, the lineup we have to kill you this time is almost the same as Jiuhe's."

"Master Jiuying, it is an honor to embark on your journey."

The flamboyant young man clapped his hands, and several sorcerers around him, some laughing and some roaring, charged out together.

Daoist Jiuying touched a blue cloth bundle he was carrying on his back.

The purple-robed sorcerer, whose hair covered half his face, blew a bone flute. The shadows of the people around him trembled one after another, and finally, the fluctuation was all directed at Daoist Jiu Ying.

The shadow beneath his feet was stretched and flattened like dough. The copper coins and magical artifacts that had been scattered on the ground were either shattered or bounced up when swept by the shadow.

This is a wicked tune that disrupts spiritual energy. Righteous magical artifacts value order above all else. When disturbed by such a wicked tune, no matter what magical artifact is behind Master Jiuying, its effectiveness will be suppressed by at least 50%.

The sound of tearing silk echoed all around.

The first few sorcerers who rushed out turned into headless pillars of blood, each spurting two or three feet high.

The rag fell to the ground, and Daoist Jiuying clasped his hands together. A thick iron rod, as thick as a child's arm, was thrust into the hilt of the knife, the mechanism activated, and the lock engaged.

"In terms of magic, Junior Brother Jiuhe is indeed superior to me, but haven't you found out that I practice swordsmanship at Wudang?"

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist priest with the sword had already charged into the crowd. The Spring and Autumn Broadsword, weighing sixty-four pounds, was like a feather being swept across the grass by a gale in his hands.

But whether it's a zombie with steel bones and flesh, or a sorcerer who relies on evil magic to make flesh as soft as cotton and spine as serpentine, when they encounter the feather-like shadow of the blade, they all end up with nothing but blood and flesh torn to pieces.

The alluring young man, missing a leg, fell heavily to the ground, his face pale, and blew the whistle hidden under his tongue.

Master Jiuying, who was rampaging through the blood rain, suddenly stopped and looked back.

The figures draped in black cloaks swelled and stretched, their forms so large that even the loosest clothing could not contain them.

When that group of people stopped changing, Daoist Jiuying's height had only reached the height of their abdominal muscles.

roar!!!!!

A faint roar swept across the grassland and into the forest.

A massive, muscular black shadow rose up from all directions and pounced on the Taoist priest with the sword.

Master Jiuying raised his head, his Taoist robe stained with blood, and with a long, drawn-out breath, he swung his knife.