Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 358 Senior Brother, Long Time No See

The house swayed precariously under the onslaught of the gale, its tiles scattering like fallen leaves. Doors and windows creaked and groaned under the force of the wind before cracking one after another.

Rampant desires turned every corner of the city into ruins.

The words "City of the Wrongfully Dead" were originally protected by golden light, but under the continuous tearing, they were ultimately not protected and half of them were wiped off.

"Aa ...

"I swear I will not become a demon until I avenge this humiliation!"

"Monk, you're dead!"

"No one, in heaven or on earth, can save you!"

Black Mountain's soul had been consumed by the Three Corpse Fire. Even the depths of the ocean could not extinguish this fury.

The waves surged and roared, releasing countless tons of energy.

The mountain range was shrouded in black mist, and countless rocks formed hundreds of giant feet.

Just you wait!! Demonic Monk!!

Once his desires are exhausted, he will return to the lesser hell and avenge this humiliation with the most cruel punishments.

Then flames appeared in the sky above the City of the Unjustly Dead.

Despite his inner rage, he softened his tone and threatened from afar:
"Monk, if you stop now, I might spare your life!"

"If you resort to any more evil deeds, I will never let you off the hook!"

Xu Xuan sneered, "Do you really think I'm willing to let this go?"
"Fire! Fire!"

An enraged dragon roared down from the sky, mercilessly devouring every inch of the city's land.

A sea of ​​red stretches for miles, a thousand directions are shrouded in darkness; the blazing flames fill the sky, their majestic power spreading across the land.

Their anger was boundless, directed at those before and after death, at the King of Hell, at Bodhisattvas, at Black Mountain, and even at Xu Xuan.

Destroy everything without regard to good or evil.

The latter half of the words "City of the Wrongfully Dead" was also lost, burning into fragments that exploded and fell into the sea of ​​fire, turning into ashes.

Only the faint outline of the scorched black city walls remains of the 500-mile-long megacity.

The power of the underworld and the protective force of the Bodhisattvas that were originally intertwined in this place have been shattered and may disappear completely at any time.

No! ! ! !

Montenegro was furious but somewhat bewildered, or as some might say, "furious but dumbfounded."

"It's gone, the city is gone!"

This monk went too far and left Him at a loss. Could it be that Lord Black Mountain has now fallen to the level of a roadside weed?

But when He saw the great flood of desires sweeping across the sky, He chose to concede defeat.

"Holy Monk!! Holy Monk!!"

"Please be lenient!"

"I earnestly hope that the holy monk will have mercy and pity the ants' desire to live."

"If this world-destroying flood comes down, how will those who died unjustly appease their resentment?"

"From this day forward, I will do my utmost to resolve this injustice and make this place the best place in the underworld."

That huge face was pressed against the seabed, its arrogance at first followed by obsequiousness making one laugh.

If we concede now, there is still a chance to turn things around.

Once he has regrouped, he will capture thousands of ghost soldiers from the Sixth Great Prison and rebuild the city. With the continued protection of this authority, the City of the Wrongfully Dead will still be the City of the Wrongfully Dead, and the Lord of Black Mountain will still be the Lord of Black Mountain.

Unfortunately, Xu was determined to destroy this place.

"Go! Go! Go."

Thick, dark clouds gathered on the horizon, like a giant leaden curtain, blocking out the sunlight and plunging the world into darkness.

The drizzle turned into a downpour, with raindrops like arrows, relentlessly pounding every inch of the land, and the streets quickly transformed into rushing rivers.

This is the most cruel manifestation of desire; the desire to pray for the destruction of the world and the annihilation of all living beings has always existed.

So the final decisive blow was the resolve they left behind.

Its mighty roar is like thunder as it gallops on, its surging waves like snowflakes rolling and crashing. Thousands of feet high waves engulf the road, and ten thousand layers of waves crash against the mountain rocks.

Cold as jade rinsing, rolling like a resounding zither. It splashes against the rocks, spraying shattered jade, its eddies swirling and round. It flows low and deep, meandering through the valley, connecting the upper and lower reaches. Crunch, crack.
The faint, shattering sounds echoed through the Great Howling Hell.

Like a glass cup being smashed, or a string of heaven and earth being torn apart, the sound of shattering was first muffled, then high-pitched, and finally subsided into calm.

Xu Xuan saw the rules connecting the City of the Wrongfully Dead to Hell collapsing and shattering.

The little hell is wailing, lamenting the end of its mission.

The Great Hell trembled, trembling as it reclaimed some of its authority.

Amidst the raging waves, the allure of this place for those who died violently before their lifespan was over completely vanished.

The once vast city of the unjustly dead has been transformed into a flat, unremarkable expanse of water.

Only after the desires accumulated over thousands of years were satisfied did the flood dissipate into the world.

It wasn't some kind of primordial energy magic, but rather a manifestation of desire; it comes quickly and goes quickly.

Nothing was left here.

The very foundation upon which the City of the Wrongfully Dead exists has been utterly destroyed by the inability to be reborn over the millennia, and by the desire to pray for it.

Black mountain
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"Hahahahahahaha."

"It's gone, all gone."

"A holy monk? A demonic monk? Turns out he's a monster with no Buddha, no ancestor, and no laws!"

"wait for me."

"Wait for me!"

The black mountains were enveloped by air currents, and the terrifying fluctuations of energy could be felt even through the barriers of hell.

The colossal creature moved once more with incredible speed, its goal this time to return to the Lesser Hell. Evil energy raged through the hellish landscape, and the scorching magma within the mountain threatened to melt away the heart of vengeance.

Seeing that the other party had almost exhausted its willpower and desires, it no longer had any scruples.

Death, despair, darkness—these are gifts to be given to the monster.

This kind of demon among demons must be annihilated here!
For the underworld! For hell!
The mountains had vanished from the ocean above, and in the distance of hell, darkness was encroaching with a destructive force.

Xu Xuan didn't take it seriously.

Instead, he was quite satisfied with the masterpiece he and the Bodhisattva had created together.

On the sixth day, the city of the unjustly dead was leveled, the Black Mountain Army was annihilated, and a million ghosts were delivered from suffering.

"I finally feel a sense of fulfillment."

"I suppose this is a suitable offering to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

Then, with a stunned Zhang Hua and Zhu Yingtai, they landed on the ground.

This place is devoid of good and evil; even the aura of hell has been washed away, making it unbelievably clean.

"Master Xu, what do you mean by 'very safe'?"

The two stammered, "This was a magnificent city in the morning, and it's gone by the afternoon. Five hundred li!"
Gale-force winds, raging flames, and floods.

Is this the work of a spiritual practitioner?
Horrible, terrible.

It turns out that the human world and the underworld are such dangerous places; it's lucky that I've lived until now before I died.

"Otherwise, what do you see?"

Following the direction Xu Xuan pointed, the boundless wilderness could no longer obstruct their view, and the two saw endless dark shadows covering the horizon.

"Now our only enemy is the Black Mountain Demon."

"And such a big commotion..."

A pair of hands tore open the space behind them, and surging magical power rushed out like a river, from which a person emerged in golden light.

The white-robed monk stood before me with an air of nonchalance, his demeanor as serene and untroubled as ever.

"Senior brother, long time no see."

"Junior brother, are you dead?"

(End of this chapter)