Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 431 The Invincible Blood God Child
It was as if fireworks were going off on Feilai Peak, with all sorts of colors blooming brilliantly on the mountaintop.

Ding Yin swung his long sword freely in the air, his handsome face making him look just like the protagonist.

Having mastered the Blood Shadow Technique, I haven't used swordsmanship in combat for a long time, and this feeling of reminiscing about the past is truly exhilarating.

Especially when the opponent is not strong and you can withstand a few blows.

The more they fought, the happier they became, and they even let out a series of howling sounds.

It truly seems like a sword immortal descending to the mortal realm to vanquish demons on the sacred mountain.

Meanwhile, the side of justice was running back and forth on their home turf.

A long sword struck Yan Chixia so hard that he lost all his sword immortal demeanor and instead looked like a ragtag henchman who came out with his own Five Tigers Severing Gate Blade.

The difference in swordsmanship was terrifying; the flying sword techniques of Mount Shu seemed to have countless flaws.

Every now and then, it would be knocked to the ground, creating one deep crater after another.

If it weren't for the large quantity and high quality of the elixirs from Baoantang, I probably would have been dead long ago.

Guangliang was in an even worse state; his Vajra body was pitted and uneven, with patches of gold paint peeling off, making it look just like Lingyin Temple at this moment.

In terms of the use of magic, the opponent was far superior, and every collision would hit the key points of the magic's operation.

A flawless golden body? It's like a sieve.

He couldn't believe that there was such a big difference between the three realms. Could it be that I am really mediocre?
But their fighting spirit remained undiminished.

The more dilapidated Lingyin Temple became, the stronger his fighting spirit grew; he wished he could beat this bastard to death.

A vast amount of his willpower continuously poured into the surroundings through his body, trapping both the enemy and himself with great magical power.

Xiaoqing, on the other hand, was alright.

Although the opening move of wielding the divine thunder was very cool, and the combined sword light was very bright, it posed the least threat to Ding Yin.

Just play a support role on the outside, and occasionally launch a sneak attack.

Her fighting style was slightly sticky and disgusting, making the demon feel that targeting her was somewhat unnecessary, but not hitting her a couple of times was also annoying.

With perfect timing and deliberation, King Xiaoqing executed the tactical requirements flawlessly, subtly controlling the rhythm of the battle and allowing time to flow by slowly.

When the Wutu Minglei blasted Guangliang away, saving him from a fatal sword strike, Ding Yin suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Despite maintaining the upper hand in the battle, none of the repairmen in front of them suffered any losses.

The only remaining member of the Shu Mountain sect is this bearded swordsman who doesn't seem to have much talent. Could it be that the enemy has a backup plan?

His expression shifted between light and shadow.

Whether it's true or not, let's end the battle quickly.

Suddenly, a ruthless attack was launched, and immortals danced on the sea of ​​blood. Swords rang out, and the sound of sea breeze and waves resonated with heaven and earth, creating ripples.

This sword strike was extremely beautiful, extremely fierce, extremely evil, and extremely powerful.

The endless waves, carrying the most yin and poisonous power in the world, slammed into Guangliang's chest.

The Vajra power dissipated, the Dharma body collapsed, and the soul was severely damaged.

No kidding, at that moment the master saw Buddha.

Fortunately, Yan Chixia risked his life to rescue him, and Xiaoqing forced him to take a few pills. With the help of the power of vows from the Vajra Realm, he was able to return from the Western Paradise.

Then life returned, and the scattered magical power re-coalesced.

Guangliang rubbed his bald head, looked at the devastated stadium, and rushed back with a roar.

The power of vows is undeniable; it is the result of Lingyin Temple's accumulated past achievements.

Ding Yin glanced at the group of monks who were still chanting sutras to maintain the Dharma realm and frowned slightly.

"In that case, let's wipe them out first."

With a shudder, hundreds of skinless, faceless blood shadows split off from the shadows and fell from the sky.

"Blood Nerve! You are Deng Yin!"

Only then did Yan Chixia realize the enemy's true identity. He had genuinely thought the enemy was a fallen swordsman from the South China Sea Sect, but it turned out he was a traitor from his own Shu Mountain sect and one of the main culprits behind the sect's downfall.
Guangliang recognized the figure as the great demon of the southwest, realizing that Lingyin Temple was doomed. Xiaoqing, seeing the blood-red shadow, decisively activated her life-saving magic treasure to protect herself, sensed a powerful threat.

Before the three could make any preparations, Blood Shadow lunged backward.

Yan Chixia was immediately shocked.

"Be careful! The Blood Shadow Demon Art is not afraid of magic power; it only devours the primordial spirit. Get out of the way quickly!"

Upon hearing this, the two demons, Gui Da and Yu Bai, immediately retreated, behaving very obediently.

The Blood Demon sneered, "So what if he knows? He can't stop it anyway."

Having risked being besieged by Buddhism and Taoism in the Central Plains by using all his hidden skills, how could he possibly leave any survivors?

The Blood Nerve is a top-tier demonic cultivation technique. Practitioners must first peel off their own skin alive, then pierce their bodies with demonic needles and refine them with demonic fire, enduring at least nine years of suffering.

Only when the entire body is refined and becomes a blood shadow can the process be considered successful.

Having endured so much hardship to master his demonic arts, their power was naturally immense.

When facing an enemy, there is no need to use any magic weapons. Just pounce on the Blood Shadow and it will pass right through the opponent's body. No matter how powerful the cultivator is, their primordial spirit will be absorbed, which will fuel their ferocity.

Deng Yin has already cultivated 108,000 Blood God Children, and in the mortal world, only a few supremely yang and holy magic treasures and the foundations of some great sects can withstand him.

Or perhaps it is a special power in the human realm that can restrain it.

The small Lingyin Temple is not the ancestral temple of Donglin Temple, so it is doomed this time.

A hundred blood-red shadows let out eerie laughter and rushed towards the Huayan Hall, killing their way through the Buddhist power barrier of the Vajra Realm as if it were nothing.

Seeing that a bloody massacre was about to unfold, the monks were disheartened, for the insurmountable tribulation of life and death was right before their eyes.

Just then, the gates of the Huayan Hall opened.

"Death to the evildoer!"

"Heaven and earth have righteous energy, which flows in all forms."

A wooden sword appeared out of nowhere, accompanied by an incomparable and righteous aura.

The unwavering, courageous, fearless, and boundless principles, imbued with the spirit of scholars, swept over us.

What a Confucian hero! The Seven Star Sword, which symbolizes self-sacrifice for righteousness, is shining brightly in his heart, and his face is so red that it seems to drip blood.

With just one sword strike, he severely injured several bloody figures.

He then pointed his sword at the demonic energy that enveloped the sky.

"Master Xu helped me, the academy helped me!"

This is Qiantang, and shouting like this really works.

The literary and artistic aura of the two great academies by Nanshan and West Lake was instantly stirred, like the waters of the Milky Way being drawn down by sword intent.

A clear, flowing river was forcibly created, blocking the path between the monk and the blood-red figure.

The Blood God Child let out a wail the moment it touched it, for the materialized righteous energy of the human world was one of the special forces that could suppress the Blood Nerve.

Forced by this, the hundred blood shadows dispersed, attempting to corrupt the monks with their demonic hearts, intending to break through from within.

Before the mighty sword energy could strike his heart, the sound of a zither began.

Deeply entangled in demonic influence and deeply rooted in love, countless layers of melancholy have transformed into a myriad of layers of mountains.

In front of the Huayan Hall, Ning Caichen drew a string from his wrist and used his emotional heart to control his demonic heart.

Using the power of the mortal world as a net, it became entangled with the Blood God Child, constructing a second barrier.

In mythology, love is a tribulation for gods and demons; in the world of immortals and heroes, it can create countless irrational miracles.

No matter how special blood nerves are, they can't be more special than this illogical logic.

Blood God Child was troubled; how could he possibly fight this?

Who would have thought that he would be ambushed when he wasn't paying attention?

(End of this chapter)