Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 277 The Holy Mother!

Simply put, it means using one's own morality and fortune as a balance to subtly weaken the opponent's physical strength, magical power, and luck.

This demon must die!

Before I knew it, the fiery clouds of the evening had gathered overhead.

The white fish is insane. If it escapes, it will indiscriminately retaliate against all ordinary people in Jiaxing. Baoantang's move this time was designed to kill it in one fell swoop.

First, let the giant turtle lure the enemy, then let Master Mao cast a negative aura on the enemy, and finally, the real trump card will appear.

Clang!
"Monster, die!"

The sound of swords piercing the air!
Two sword lights flashed from the reeds, merging into one as they flew through the air. A thick torrent of sword energy surged forth, so dazzling it brought tears to one's eyes.

Obsession and regret, burning longing and endless passion.

The demonic power of unresolved resentment and lingering hatred chilled the hearts of people within a radius of dozens of miles.

The white fish spirit shuddered, sensing a long-lost fear deep within her bones. This sword strike, in terms of both momentum and magical power, had exceeded the limits she could withstand.

It was as if he was trapped in a swamp of emotions, and his movements were terribly slow.

The impending life-or-death crisis triggered her survival instincts; white scales pierced from beneath her humanoid skin, instantly transforming her from a beautiful woman into an ugly fish demon.

Her cherry-like mouth suddenly opened, revealing two rows of fangs that gleamed with a chilling light.

A sharp, explosive roar erupted from within, the sound waves surging like a torrent of water, tearing the air apart layer by layer.

This is an innate divine power. When used suddenly upon close proximity, even the thick-skinned and fleshy bodies of demons cannot withstand it and will be torn into pieces in a short time.

Unfortunately, the information from the alligator dragon had already described this move very clearly. So far, only the turtle has actually gotten close to the white fish, while everyone else has kept a great distance.

The sonic wave and the frenzied, powerful sword light clashed for only a moment before being completely overwhelmed by the ever-increasing hatred.

But it was in that instant that the seemingly certain death was broken, though half of his body was smashed.

The fish spirit was filled with rage and fear, and disregarding its injuries, it tried to jump into the river to escape.

He felt numbness in his limbs as soon as he exerted his strength, and his demon core stagnated when he tried to circulate his magic power. It was too late to move again.

The second sword has already reached his head.

He immediately used his innate supernatural power again, but suddenly felt a blockage in his throat and was unable to utter the demonic sound.

This is!

Intuition led him to the Taoist priest standing in the distance, holding his sword, and a sense of despair filled his heart.

Then, the second sword shattered the other half of his body, even destroying his demon core, and his soul let out an unwilling roar in his head.

Duo!
A broken sword was stuck in the head, shattering the demon's soul.

The battle is over.

Perhaps this monster has a tragic past, or some unknown secret.

But none of that matters; Baoantang never hesitates to make a move.

Xiaoqing looked at Gan Jiang and Mo Xie in her hand and felt very satisfied.

After the last time he merged with the swords, he completely mastered these two divine weapons. In Xu Xuan's words, he didn't know why the little demon's compatibility with the two swords reached its peak, so he simply gave the two swords away.

Given his numerous karmic connections, as long as he doesn't die, there's no need to worry about him lacking anything.

If all else fails, there are always wealthy women from West Lake who can pick up any weapon they want, and they'll all be named and recognized.

Little Green King's mind raced, and he immediately sheathed his twin swords.

"Hurry up and clean up the battlefield!"

Turtle immediately ran out from another direction and started working.

Master Mao then pulled out the broken sword, which was on the verge of shattering, and prepared to find a scenic spot to build a tomb for Master Liu. After the group quickly completed all the follow-up work, Xiao Qing pondered for a moment and decided that it was necessary to bring the demon race back into the sights of the righteous path and the imperial court.

This crazy fish demon was standard enough in both strength and crimes, so it took out a lotus petal that Xu Xuan had made himself from the bracelet and left it on the spot.

The three then quietly retreated under the cover of night.

Such a commotion did indeed attract the attention of others, but not ordinary people or government officials, but a man wearing a hood.

"Cough cough, cough cough, it's actually Gan Jiang and Mo Xie!"

After leaving Jianye, the Karmapa traveled around Dantu.

Upon learning of the five dragons emerging from behind, he immediately fled to the more distant Jiaxing region, fearing that he would be intercepted by the righteous path.

Throughout the journey, I was deeply moved by Shao Weng's courage and resolute determination in the face of consequences; he was truly going all out for his hometown, Zhenkong.

Upon arriving in Jiaxing, besides recuperating from his injuries, he also investigated the connection between the Dongting aquatic tribes and the Holy Sect. Rumors circulated that they were colluding, but how could the Dharma King be completely unaware of this?

Fearing that he might miss out on a good fellow believer like Shao Weng, he lingered for a few days.

Master Mao was noticed as soon as he arrived at the Misty Rain Pavilion. His newly entered Daoist realm was nothing special, and there should be no great danger.

Seeing that the other party was going to deal with the fish demon, I followed to take a look and used this opportunity to find clues from a third-party perspective.

And we actually saw something interesting.

A turtle with some bloodline is nothing special, and even the white fish spirit is just like that.

But Master Mao's Chengying Sword caught his eye a few more times. He understood the divine sword's status and, taking advantage of the opportune moment of Yin and Yang, combined with his own courage, unleashed three sword strikes.

That's remarkable.

If the fish spirit has a powerful background or great fortune, or if it has a hidden secret, it will suffer a backlash.

The old Taoist's determination, the opportunity, and his background as a rogue cultivator tempted him somewhat, and perhaps he could be brought into the Holy Cult.

But Xiaoqing's next big surprise was that she turned out to be Gan Jiang and Mo Xie!
The sword used to assassinate the king holds special significance for the White Lotus Sect.

Lei Huan fought tooth and nail to seize the swords because he knew they were of extraordinary value, and the Great Treasure Dharma King's eyes lit up.

It's unbelievable how this tiny snake demon managed to make the demonic sword fit.

Was her true intention also to seek revenge against the emperor?
If the Northern Headquarters obtains the fully activated twin swords, it can venture into many areas covered by the dragon aura of Emperor Jin.

This has a strategic significance for the development of the religious sect, and also greatly increases its deterrent effect on the royal family.

"The trip to Jiangnan was fraught with hardship, but also yielded many gains. The opportunity for a resurgence has arrived."

Lost in thought, he glanced casually at the fish spirit's corpse at his feet and then froze.

His pupils contracted, his soul began to boil, and thunderous roars resounded within the imperial court, making him a thousand times more excited than when he first entered the Dao.

The Taoist thunder magic and Buddhist golden light sealed within his body went berserk, and his injuries worsened to the point that he vomited blood before regaining his senses.

The Karmapa trembled as he bent down and touched the tiny lotus petal amidst the filthy flesh and blood.

His eyes held a mixture of confusion, fear, expectation, longing, and hatred—a complex mix beyond imagination.

The source of breath is the mother
But how is this possible? How is this possible?!
A magical tide of energy surged along the shore of Pinghu Pond, causing a massive amount of primordial energy to be gathered together by a distorted will and begin to fluctuate chaotically.

Wind, fire, thunder, and lightning swept across the river, reeds, land, and air until everything was obliterated.

She's dead! Really dead! How could a demon possess someone?!

He suddenly turned around and looked in the direction Xiaoqing had retreated.

"The Holy Mother?!"

(End of this chapter)