The lonely Taoist temple is nestled in the valley, silent and mysterious. Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard in the dead wood forest in the distance, breaking the silence of the night. The Dao Master immediately became vigilant, and he held his long sword and stared at the dark forest.

The sound grew closer, and immediately after, a rotting zombie jumped out of the forest and pounced on the Taoist. Unhurried, the Dao Master dodged the zombie's attack in a flash, and then swung his long sword, the sword light glittered in the moonlight, and hit the zombie with unmistakable accuracy.

After being hit, the zombie let out a piercing scream and fell to the ground stiffly. But more zombies poured out of the forest, staggering towards the Taoist, emitting a disgusting stench. The Dao Leader took a deep breath, held his sword in both hands, and began a fierce battle.

His swordsmanship grew faster and faster, and his sword light flew in the moonlight, hitting every zombie with unerring accuracy. One by one, the zombies fell, but more zombies still poured towards the Taoist. The Taoist tried his best, and the battle became more and more difficult.

Facing a large number of zombies coming in.

The Dao Chief's face was resolute, and his deep eyes shone with wisdom. He was holding a rune paper fan and wearing a Taoist robe inlaid with gossip patterns, majestic and mysterious. Behind him, the windows dimmed, as if waiting for the end of this crisis.

The zombies staggered, their eyes hollow and their bodies emitting a disgusting aura of death. Their fingers are sharp, and their mouths let out a hoarse growl, as if calling out to their kind.

The Taoist chief stared ahead, his heart as calm as water. He took a deep breath, then lunged forward. In the midst of the zombie horde, he danced the rune fan in his hand and chanted ancient incantations.

Suddenly, the zombies' bodies shook, as if they had been impacted by some force. Immediately after, their bodies began to twist, and their bones rattled. Their skin gradually turned dark green, their eyes turned red, and their mouths roared more harshly.

Without fear, the Taoist continued to chant the mantra. In front of him, the zombies seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, moving forward step by step. Their bodies twisted even more, as if they had exceeded their physical limits.

Eventually, after the Dao Master had uttered the last incantation, the zombies let out a shrill roar before collapsing. Their bodies turned into a pile of ashes, and the Taoist Master stood there with a solemn expression.

With a long sword in hand, the Taoist stood in front of the ancient temple and faced a group of wandering zombies. His expression was firm, and his eyes were deep, as if he could see all evil.

The zombies, ugly and smelling of rotting flesh, staggered forward, their mouths uttering hoarse roars. They seemed to feel a hint of fear when they saw the Dao Chief, but then they attacked the Dao Master again.

The Dao Leader took a deep breath, concentrated, and clenched the long sword in his hand. As the zombie was about to pounce on him, he leaped to his feet, his sword turning into a cold light, and beheaded the zombie in front.

The other zombies were frightened back, but soon besieged the Michijo again. The Dao Leader danced the sword flower, and the sword qi shot out, knocking out the zombies one by one. But there are so many zombies that the Taoist chief gradually feels powerless.

At this moment, the Taoist suddenly noticed that the zombies' movements seemed to have a pattern. His heart moved, and he observed while swinging his sword, and finally discovered the weakness of the zombie.

The Dao Leader took a deep breath, held the sword in both hands, and threw it into the air, and the sword turned into an arc of light and flew towards the zombie group. Hearing a loud bang, the zombie group was blasted apart by the sword qi, and a large piece fell in an instant.

The last row of zombies had already begun to charge the Dao Chief. Their steps were heavy, their green skin glistening coldly in the moonlight. The Dao Leader took a deep breath and raised the paper banner in his hand high, ready to launch his ultimate attack.

At this moment, an even larger figure stood out from the zombie horde, it was a corpse king with a black glow all over his body. Its eyes are like an abyss, filled with the power of destruction and rage. The Corpse King opened his mouth and let out an earth-shattering roar, and the rocks around him trembled.

The appearance of the Corpse King caused a brief period of confusion on the battlefield. However, the Taoist chief was not distracted. He clutched the paper banner and stared at the corpse king. A flash of determination flashed in his eyes, and he began to chant the ancient incantation. Although his voice was low, it echoed in every corner of the night sky like the sound of bells and drums.

As the spell deepened, Dao Chief's body began to emit a strange light. His power condensed in an instant, like the dawn of the dawn. Finally, he lunged forward, placing the paper banner in front of the Corpse King.

At this moment, the Corpse King's furious attack came. The ground trembled under its thump, and the rocks cracked. However, the Taoist chief did not back down. He rushed towards the Corpse King's attack, and at the same time quickly drew a spell with both hands.

At the last moment, the Taoist finally completed his spell. A strong light erupted from the spell, enveloping the Corpse King tightly. The Corpse King's roar of pain echoed through the air, and its body faded into the light.

At this moment, a low and majestic roar came from the depths of the bamboo forest. The ground shook slightly, as if some behemoth was rapidly approaching. The air suddenly became oppressive, like the calm before a storm.

As the sound approached, another corpse king as high as Zhang Yu suddenly appeared in the sight of the Dao Chief. Its skin resembles an ancient stone wall that has stood through the weather, covered in moss and cracks. There was a cold aura of death around his body, which was daunting.

As soon as the Corpse King appeared, the originally calm zombie crowd immediately boiled, as if to pay homage to the Corpse King. The Michicho clenched the peachwood sword, and he knew that this would be his biggest challenge.

Dao Chang took a deep breath, he knew that the next battle might be even tougher. He clutched the charm in his hand, the only weapon he had and the only means by which he could protect himself.

The Corpse King's eyes flashed with a cold light, staring straight at the Dao Chief. And under the gaze of the corpse king, the Dao chief did not flinch, but straightened his chest and met the cold gaze head-on.

He raised his head and looked at the corpse king, his eyes full of determination and determination. He knew that this battle might be the most important battle of his life. He can't fail, because he can't let those innocent lives be harmed.

So, he waved the charm in his hand and rushed towards the corpse king. Behind him, the moonlight illuminates his path forward, as well as his determination and courage.

At this moment, he is no longer a Taoist, he is a guardian, he is a hero of this land.

Just as he rushed to the corpse king again, a voice was heard.

"You're acting a little wrong, isn't it?"