Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 180 Back home

Xu demonstrated his micro-management talent in the blink of an eye, and his mastery of the art of war was evident.

Upon seeing Lei Huan's true form appear, he and Xiao Qing sneak out of the place where their auras were hidden.

As he charged forward, he drew two sword beams from the jade pot.

He personally wielded the sword, its broad blade radiating intense demonic energy. Yang-type demonic flames rose and coiled around his soul and body, filled with hatred, killing, and slaughter. The dazzling light illuminated an area of ​​several miles around.

One of them was Mo Xie, which was given to Xiao Qing to hold temporarily. Although Xiao Qing, who was influenced by Xu Xuan, was not yet highly compatible with the Demon Sword, she would not suffer a backlash in the short term. Yin demonic energy roamed freely in the sky.

The demonic version of Yin and Yang harmony had an unstoppable mental impact that crashed into the soul even before it got close.

Scorching heat, relentless pursuit, demonic roots deeply embedded!

"You tyrant, prepare to die!"

"Master!"

"Miss!"

"Even if I die as a sacrifice to the sword today, I will still..."

Human obsessions transcend time and space, and are once again ignited.

Then, the two swords, imbued with a violent sword aura, crossed paths, slicing the enemy's body into four pieces.

"It's a stand-in!"

It turns out that in the moment of crisis, Lei Huan bit his tongue to break through the illusion and used his substitution technique one last time, disregarding the pain, so that he was not killed on the spot.

When it reappeared, a crisscrossing wound on its body was burning its blood and qi, and the demonic energy within was like a maggot clinging to its bone, constantly assaulting its soul.

Such pain even made the bad guys curse out loud.

"Despicable!" *3
The first is Lei Huan's despicable act. He was outmaneuvered and nearly killed by someone using underhanded tactics. Calling him despicable is not an exaggeration.

The next two were Xiaoqing and Xu Xuan. They thought that instead of obediently submitting to their fate, their opponents were resorting to diversionary tactics and using a substitution technique, which was truly despicable. They had to insult them.

puff! ! !
A spurt of scalding black blood nearly killed Lei Huan with rage.

He was certain that the other party was definitely a demonic sorcerer, and the most despicable kind at that.

Gan Jiang and Mo Xie must have been tricked out of the academy using all sorts of evil methods, otherwise why would that man be so perfectly suited to the divine weapons?

At this moment, the situation is beyond his control. Of course, he needs to buy himself a chance to catch his breath. What if there's still a chance to survive? He must endure! He has to endure!

So they demanded that each other reveal their family background, so that even in death they would know the truth.

"I am Lei Huan, Lei Kongzhang!"

Xu Xuan did not immediately pursue them, but instead openly and honestly revealed his name and sect.

"I am Tenzin, a direct disciple of the Tibetan Buddhist lineage, and my mission is to uphold justice for humanity!"

Xiaoqing imitated her: "I am the master of the eight hundred li of Dongting Lake, the King of Benbo!"

The enemy possesses the art of curse killing and is extremely vengeful, so naturally, they cannot reveal their true names.

I believe Lei Huan is a complete idiot!

Without even giving his real name, this spell truly cannot be cast.

Okay, this guy is a bad person too.

Before the two had even exchanged two rounds of verbal sparring, Lei Huan was so enraged by Xu Xuan that he nearly fainted. This man's mouth... he truly deserves to be sent to the hell of tongue-pulling.

Could it be that they cultivated some kind of divine soul power? This is too brutal.

I tried to buy myself some time to catch my breath, but now I feel my injuries are getting worse, and my blood and energy seem to be decreasing.

In a state of dizziness and confusion, the instinct for survival jolted me awake, and I suddenly realized what was happening.

"How despicable! This demonic sword is still harming my soul!"

Xu Xuan sighed. If only he could chat for a few more cups of tea, he could talk the person to death with his words.

I deeply admire the demonic nature of Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, which are entangled in life and death. If only they could also possess the natural and formless principle of Cheng Ying.

Seeing that the other party had realized what was happening, I could only change my attitude again.

"Hmph, why bother with morality when facing a heretic like you!"

"King of Busyness, let's go!"

Maintaining their carefully crafted personas, the two began their ruthless attack.

Xiaoqing first flung out a golden bead, shocking the soul and nearly killing the opponent on sight. Then she drew water vapor, turning it into waves that swirled around the sword, before lunging forward in a fierce battle.

Her fighting spirit soared to the heavens, and surprisingly, the compatibility between her and the Moye sword in her hand had increased considerably.

The man and his sword moved like silver light, their combined power of demonic energy, water vapor, and golden beads causing the old demon to retreat in defeat.

Xu Xuan, on the other hand, stood on the sidelines, occasionally launching surprise attacks with his Gan Jiang sword, displaying remarkable tactical flexibility.

The enemy was so angry that he screamed and his eyes glowed with a frenzied red light.

However, the battle was not immediately decided. Lei Huan was now at the point of fighting desperately. Even a centipede with a hundred legs will not die easily, let alone the White Lotus Demon who had accumulated experience over decades.

They throw out all sorts of magical treasures and spells without charging a penny.

In the midst of heartbreak, the Soul-Capturing Banner exploded, releasing numerous wronged souls—civilians, warriors, bandits, and alien races—all collected from Taiyuan Prefecture.

The north was plagued by endless war, and the people suffered greatly.

Visit several villages in the border region; you don't need to kill anyone, you can collect so many materials simply by picking them up.

Releasing all the souls at this point, with a "nothing to lose" mentality, is a desperate gamble.

"Hahahaha, I have been an enlightened being for nearly fifty years, and you think you can kill me!"

"If the imperial court is no good, then you are no good either!"

Xu Xuan gritted his teeth. What a devil he is!
If the evil spirits within this banner were released into the city, it would likely cause another great disaster.

"You fiend! You command wronged souls! Do you even know what it means to be unyielding to Heaven?"

"Today I'll show you what it truly means for those who act justly to gain abundant support, while those who act unjustly to find little!"

"Heaven help me!"

The land beneath their feet rose up, and a large number of Shaman warriors with iron chains around their necks appeared.

They clashed with the wronged spirits; although it was a battle between cultivators, it now resembled a military formation.

The two sides fought like thunder and fire, with shouts of battle ringing out incessantly.

In the end, the strongmen were more ferocious. One of the butcher strongmen, who was wielding two swords, swung both of his arms off, muttering something about meat sauce and golden cartilage.

All the wronged souls that were not dispersed were taken to the Pure Land to await salvation.

Having lost his last source of support, Lei Huan was in despair.

"Since that's the case, let's die together!"

He had been cultivating the Dao of the Soul since he entered the Daoist path, and had reached the peak of the Daily Travel. Even though he was now suffering from five strains and seven injuries, his death wish erupted and he decided to kill that despicable scholar.

He used all his magic and magical artifacts to block the King of Benbo, then self-destructed his physical body to activate a spell to isolate the inside and outside, and then his soul rushed in front of Xu Xuan.

"You despicable scoundrel, may your soul be scattered along with mine!"

Xu Xuan hesitated, glancing behind him in the direction of Xiao Qing.

"It's no use. She's determined not to break the blood curse in a short time, and she can't see what's happening here either, hahahahaha."

Lei Huan felt extremely refreshed.

Since I have nothing left anyway, it would be a good thing to drag a mortal enemy down with me.

He didn't have the courage back then, but now he has no other choice.

On his deathbed, he looked north, where his hometown had once been.

But a whisper in my ear interrupted my homesickness.

"So I couldn't see it before."

A man with a dignified and compassionate expression extended a finger as white as jade, and at the same time uttered a sentence that terrified Lei Huan.

"It's time to go home, child."

Space and soul distorted at this moment, leaving no escape, no way to avoid it, as it gently touched the forehead.

Fear transformed into peace and joy, and the soul on the verge of exploding was once again cleared and restored to its former clarity.

The resolute avenger showed an expression of conversion.

"My mother has no life, my hometown is empty!"

It then turned into a transparent fruit.

(End of this chapter)