Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 359 How dare you harm my junior brother's life!

Ruoxu, who had just arrived, was completely bewildered.

He should be very familiar with this place; every time he made a breakthrough, he would go to the outskirts of the City of the Dead to practice against Black Mountain.

But when I returned to this place after half a month, it felt somewhat unfamiliar.

The black mountain range that stood there, even if it was cratered and dented, disappeared.

And what about such a large city of the unjustly dead?

Forget about the city, there are hardly any ghosts left.

"Junior brother!"

"How did you die?!"

The reunion of fellow disciples should have been a heartwarming scene, but Ruoxu's current feelings were indescribable.

Although my junior brother is now radiating considerable magical power, and although he is surrounded by abundant Ksitigarbha Buddha power.

Can.
This is not a physical body entering the underworld, nor a soul leaving the body to wander the world; it is a complete loss of life.

A real ghost.

How could Ruoxu possibly accept this?

It's only been a year, how could my junior brother be dead? How could he be dead?!
The golden light of the Pure Land Buddha flickered around him, revealing the extent of his emotional fluctuations.

Just as Xu Xuan was about to comfort his senior brother and mention that he still had a resurrection coin left.

Darkness comes.

Below the horizon of Little Hell, a black mountain range emanates power like a colossal beast.

It was enveloped in a thick darkness, as if it were formed from the shadows of the earth, heavy and oppressive.

The black mountains and the eerie wind intertwined to create a chilling scene.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The thunderous roar of a massive object crashing into the ground came from the edge, then grew faster and faster!

Rumble! ...
A giant foot made of countless boulders stepped on the clean ground of the Great Howling Hell, shaking up countless bits of hellish earth.

The smoke and dust almost covered the distance, and was even approaching at an alarming speed.

An overwhelming killing intent and an all-pervasive hatred are filling the heavens and the earth.

A chilling, biting wind howled in, carrying the scent of death, like the lamentations of countless souls, echoing between heaven and earth.

Sometimes it coalesces into a hideous ghost face, sometimes it transforms into sharp black claws, as if it could reach out from the void at any moment and tear any living being that dares to approach it to shreds.

At the mountain peak, a wisp of black energy was separated and began to materialize into a human figure, sitting on a black throne.

He wore a helmet, armor, a belt, and leather boots. He had an open mouth and glaring eyes, raised eyebrows and a sparse beard. He wore a wide robe with a blue top and black bottom, and had a white face and red lips.

It is the soul of the Black Mountain that has existed for ten thousand years.

The old demon felt the magma within the mountain providing endless fury and power, and the magical power accumulated over ten thousand years was going berserk.

His cold, starry eyes ignored everything else, focusing only on that lawless monster.

"Demon monk, today you shall die!!!"

The furious roar echoed throughout the netherworld, and the resentment within could not be washed away even by pouring out all the waters of the four seas.

若虚
First, my junior brother died.

Second, this place is the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Third, the Black Mountain Demon.

Fourth, there was a past conflict between them.

Fifth, could it be that I've implicated my junior brother?

Right, everything is right.

With eyes lowered, countless thoughts collided 36,000 times in the blink of an eye, ultimately condensing into a single sentence.

"Junior brother, you've suffered."

Then he walked in front of his junior brother to face the encroaching dark aura.

The threat from the horizon was completely blocked simply by changing positions.

An invisible flame ignited in his heart; the Sixth Great Hell was already scorching, and now the burning sensation was amplified.

Golden sand appeared beneath their feet, and a pure land materialized before their eyes. The primordial energy of heaven and earth that had surrounded them amidst endless Buddhist chants was forcibly dispelled, leaving only the essence of this pure land. Even more terrifying, there were scattered specks of Ksitigarbha's Pure Land within it, their aura becoming even more profound.

Blessed by the Pure Land, he is impervious to all magic. Surging magical power surrounds him, and the golden war god reappears.

To be precise, he was an enraged god of war.

A fierce-looking Vajra?

No! Even the fiercest expression of a Vajra is insufficient to describe it!
Even Buddhas are wrathful deities with fire!
A blinding golden light began to condense into the image of the Bright King behind Ruoxu, a prelude to an epic event.

Montenegro's mind, clouded by rage, cleared somewhat when he saw the golden statuette.

Even Buddha couldn't control his anger, let alone demons.

"Ruoxu! Get out of the way!!!"

Move aside?

You dare kill my junior brother again?!
The fundamental mudra remains unmoved, and the Dharma form emerges!

This deity sits on a rocky seat in the form of a child. There are seven topknots on his head, and his braided hair hangs down to his left shoulder. His left eye is slightly closed, and his lower teeth are biting his upper lip, showing a wrathful expression. He carries a raging fire on his back, holds a sharp sword in his right hand, and a noose in his left hand, in a posture of cutting off afflictions.

The golden Acala stood in the void, bestowing its blessing upon the golden body.

Taking a deep breath, the magma of hell dimmed at that moment, and under the illumination of the spiritual light, the arm appeared as warm and resilient as jade.

brush!
The arms tore through the space as if tearing paper.

"Montenegro!!!!"

"How dare you harm my junior brother's life!"

"Die!!!!!"

Punch!

The movements are extremely simple, yet they contain profound truths about the universe.

First came the collapse of matter and space, then a dazzling light burst forth from the fist, tearing through the void and causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

"boom!"

A deafening roar shook the entire little hell; it was not merely a sound, but the manifestation of Buddha's wrath.

The fist that subdues all evil spirits.

The golden passage traversed space, directly penetrating the old demon avatar sitting atop Black Mountain.

It even created an exaggerated golden skyline.

He's so handsome it makes people jealous, and so incredibly handsome it makes Xu's scalp tingle.

Using authority and willpower is certainly convenient, but the feeling of throwing a punch is just too exhilarating.

If I'm not mistaken, my senior brother's aura has become much stronger. Also, where in the Pure Land Sect do we find something as good as the Immovable King Seal?

You're going on a long trip, managing to both vanquish demons and find a good opportunity?

He saves his junior brother and Zhu Yingtai, a key character in the side story, during a crisis, and then starts showing off, firmly holding onto the protagonist's role.

Although it was cool, Xu Xuan still spoke up, intending to explain the cause and effect.

"Senior brother, I'm not."

After unleashing this earth-shattering punch, Ruoxu softly spoke to those behind him:
"Don't worry, I'll be right back."

After saying that, he stepped into the edge of the little hell. Sometimes, this is how speed can cause misunderstandings, especially when anger is running high.

It's not that the parties involved aren't telling the truth; Xu Xuan even wanted to devise a joint operational strategy.

He has several very good plans A, B, and C that can deal higher true damage.

All that can be felt now is the earth-shattering magical fluctuations and continuous roars coming from afar. The earth is churning endlessly, and the dark clouds in the sky are being crushed into fragments, as if it is about to be destroyed.

Zhang Hua, Zhu Yingtai
Before, a million vengeful ghosts from the Milky Way entered the cycle of reincarnation; the Three Calamities destroyed the City of the Wrongfully Dead. Afterwards, fists suppressed hell; the Bright King refined the Black Mountain.

It turns out the problem wasn't with Master Xu, but with the Pure Land school of Buddhism.

A very stereotypical view has emerged.

Meanwhile, the Black Mountain King, a super villain recognized by both of his fellow disciples, was in a very bad situation.

It's embarrassing for His avatar to be shattered in one blow, but it doesn't matter. He's lost face today and it's gone to the bottom of the sea.

(End of this chapter)