Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 202 What a huge fire!
The Way is learned through the heart, and the heart transmits its teachings through incense. Incense burns in the jade censer, and the heart dwells before the Emperor.

Offering incense to statues of deities is a way of conveying one's own wishes, through incense, to the gods via a mysterious connection.

At the same time, they also transmit their own will to the gods, which can be considered both a prayer and a transaction.

As we all know, the power of will is a magical thing that can help people accomplish all sorts of incredible things.

For example, enabling a newly initiated monk to reach the pinnacle of human existence; reversing the rules between the realms of Yin and Yang; or bringing back to life a person who has already died.

This is what the gods enjoy; it can help them cultivate, develop supernatural powers, create divine weapons, and help them live forever.

However, they are also troubled by the myriad wishes that follow. Weddings and funerals are normal, but there are countless abnormal ones.

Only righteous deities can help to sort out these distracting thoughts, or great supernatural beings can create an incarnation to bear the burden.

But it also needs to manifest itself from time to time to gain faith among people.

Wild gods naturally do not have such abilities, so even if they are not bad people or evil demons, they will only become evil gods if they are worshipped for a long time.

Moreover, those who are willing to engage in blood sacrifices and shrine rituals will only be more ruthless.

At this moment, what is being lit is not incense, but a statue of a deity.

A large amount of smoke gathered together and, following a mysterious connection, flew down to the riverbed.

Although the place was simple, it was deliberately enclosed by the sunken human ships and buildings, and there were a few enlightened shrimp soldiers and crab generals patrolling inside.

Inside the stone-built hall, two clam spirits were blowing bubbles, and the palace gate, which resembled a stage show, was inscribed with the demonic characters "Alligator Dragon".

As the overlord who dominated a section of the Yangtze River, it wouldn't be too much for him to imitate the ruler of Dongting Lake and adopt a courtly style, would it?

The alligator dragon was drinking and eating in the main hall.

"Last time, we were so close, so very close."

Snapped!
He smashed the wine glass and yelled angrily.

If I could find that brocade box, I might actually have a chance to enter Dongting Lake and compete for that position.

Now, all we can do is eat wine and blood, and enjoy a little bit of incense, all we have to do is live along the Fuchun River.

It's simply outrageous that a member of the Dragon Clan would be living in such a cramped place.

Just as I was getting angry, I suddenly smelled something.

"Such a strong smell of incense?"

A light, fluttering incense ribbon slowly descended into the main hall and was caught by him.

"Those bastards on the shore have finally done something. If we could eat incense like this every day, it wouldn't be impossible."

Then the second, third, and fourth ones fell.

The alligator dragon was somewhat surprised. Had something big happened?
He immediately swallowed the incense sticks together, both to enjoy them and to see what kind of request could be so vehement.

Huh, what a big fire?

What kind of fragrance is this?

Good heavens, this incense looks so much like an image of Lao Tzu!
Several statues were stacked together and set ablaze like firewood. The power of their wishes, imbued with the flames, naturally flew out. Without any vessel to hold them, how could the smoke not be loud?

What does this mean now?

It's like someone overturned your own meal, leaving not even the dining table behind, and there were dozens of dining tables there.

The Black Crocodile King was so angry that he immediately jumped up, feeling a burning pain in his brain.

His tangled, vermilion-painted hair at his temples really looked like it had been burned, and there was even a burnt smell to it.

"Waaaaah, you little minions, bring me my weapons and armor!"

"Today I will devour these scoundrels!" He donned a silver-black iron beast-head chainmail and a golden helmet inlaid with jewels.

A group of lesser demons worked together to carry a water-polished steel whip weighing a thousand pounds, with thirteen square bumps.

This set of equipment was a reward given to the Lord of Dongting Lake when he paid homage to him. It is a true weapon of war and should only be worn in a major battle.

His round eyes were filled with rage, and with a roar, he led his demon soldiers to part the river and charge forward.

At this moment, the Fuchun River is covered with a sea of ​​clouds, obscuring the sky and blinding the eyes.

The river surged and crashed against the boulders like thunder, the waves almost hanging upside down on the shore, thick clouds rolled in the sky and the wind howled, and the grass and trees were uprooted.

The magistrate and his entourage in the distance retreated hastily, for the demon's power was too great, and the Taoist priest would not be able to withstand it.
The Taoist priest on the shore remained calm and even sat down without getting up.

They watched as a monster with round eyes, curled lips, and a huge mouth emerged from the river, followed by shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

In terms of sheer scale and momentum, it is indeed remarkable.

The black crocodile also spotted the enemy.

On the other side of the fire, a serene old Taoist priest sat calmly to one side.

His golden clothes had few spiritual energy restrictions, and he didn't have any decent magical treasures. His aura was that of someone who had just entered the Dao.

How dare you provoke me?
This person is either seriously ill with their mind or ignorant and fearless.

He pointed his steel whip forward, creating a sound like wind and thunder.

"You Taoist priest! Why have you destroyed my temple and burned my statues!"

"If you don't give me a reason that will please Grandpa, then you can expect to be skinned alive!"

The Taoist priest remained silent; his task for the day was simply to sit there.

This dismissive attitude enraged the black crocodile, which rode the demonic wind and charged over, intending to smash the bull-nose nose into mincemeat with a single whip. Today, Grandpa will have a meatball!

A gust of wind swept over him, but Master Mao remained motionless, though his fingers trembled slightly in his sleeve.

The patterns on the steel whip were already clearly visible; the next moment would be the moment when brains splattered and flames surged.

boom!
With a deafening roar, a figure burst forth from the torches of the divine statue, wielding two demonic swords and charging forward with a ferocious aura.

Who else could it be but Xu Xuan!
Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's demonic energy was at its peak, and they could no longer hide once they drew the jade pot. So they used the Taoist priest as bait and barely managed to launch a sneak attack at the start.

He drew his sword in mid-air, accompanied by a fire dragon. This time, he didn't bother with any sword-drawing or kicking maneuvers. He was already a cultivator at the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation stage, and a powerful figure who had fought in numerous fierce battles.

How can we resort to those underhanded tactics? Today we'll fight to the death!

The person is fast, the sword is fast, and the mind is even faster.

In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of the enemy. The demonic energy was intense, and the first thing to strike was the mind. Behold the demonic energy that was wreaking havoc on the soul!
Xu roared like a lion: "Demon, prepare to die!"

The second wave of sonic attacks, imbued with the fierce aura of a Vajra and beams of Buddhist light, was determined to suppress the tiny crocodile.

Although the combination of demonic energy disturbing the mind and Buddhist roar is a bit outrageous, the effect is definitely powerful enough. Combined with the third wave of sword energy impact, it is absolutely sure to kill!
This sword strike represents the pinnacle of Xu Xuan's conventional combat prowess.

What a formidable dragon, having fought countless battles. Even in the face of this situation, he remained calm and composed, accepting the demonic energy that disturbed his mind. Being a demon himself, the chaos only fueled his ferocity.

When the Buddhist Lion's Roar struck, a surge of black water aura rose from the robes covering the body, from which vengeful spirits and water ghosts emerged and were shattered by the Lion's Roar, but in doing so, the body was protected.

But his honed instincts allowed him to smoothly turn the steel whip in his hand in another direction to block the twin swords.

clang! ! ! !

The sound of metal clashing could be heard for miles, and the shockwave exploded directly in mid-air.

(End of this chapter)