Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 432 Everyone shows off their magical powers

Yes, they were ambushed.

A white deer appeared in the void, its spiritual power slamming into the waist of a Blood God Child, instantly freezing the creature in place.

Then Ji Rui, wielding the weapon "Self-Discipline," imitated Xu Shi's opening of the heavens and earth and unleashed a slash.

This knife is even effective against itself, and it is even more effective against enemies.

An inexplicable power appeared in the wound and then spread throughout Blood Shadow's body.

Whether its form is dispersed or aggregated, or even when it unites with other Blood Gods, it cannot be eliminated.

Finally, with a scream, he vanished from this place.

The 108,000 Blood God Children were reduced to 107,999 Blood God Children, and the Perfected Blood Demon Realm was broken.

The battle between the good and evil factions was fierce and brutal beyond belief. Yet, the first casualty occurred here; it was truly a cruel twist of fate.

Ji Rui's high-level performance record is verifiable.

Meanwhile, Turtle Dayu and Bai, who were crouching in the corner, exchanged a glance, then charged back with their weapons, shouting and laughing.

At this moment, the Blood Demon, who was locked in battle in the main hall, had his eyelids twitching.

There aren't many powers that can restrain the Blood God Child, yet several have appeared one after another here. Could Lingyin Temple be a trap?!

Their killing intent then intensified; these forces had to be eradicated completely.

The Blood God's children also let out sharp roars and fought fiercely against the power of the Three Wonders.

The people of Baoan Hall were not surprised; they could accept whatever Xu Xuan's students did.

Guangliang continued his desperate fight against the Blood Demon.

Ordinary people may be able to stop them temporarily, but they will still lose in the long run.

The outcome of the battle still rests with us.

Meanwhile, Zhu Yingtai in the Huayan Hall was watching with great interest; the methods of her predecessors were truly remarkable.

Even this inexperienced female warrior was eager to try it out; it seemed she also possessed such skills.

Suddenly, a rough hand grabbed Zhu Yingtai, and the girl was startled and about to get angry.

Putting your arm around someone's shoulder is one thing, but holding hands is another.

Could it be that Liang Shanbo had homosexual tendencies?!
No, I don't want to say much about your sexual fetishes, but you might have to refrain from using them on us!

And what time is it already?!
Just as Liang Shanbo was about to teach this bastard a lesson, he whispered...
"Don't speak, I'll take you to a corner."

"No matter how good your swordsmanship is, you can't defeat these ghosts and monsters."

"Zao and the others all possess extraordinary abilities. The greatest help we two scholars can give is to refrain from causing trouble."

After overcoming shock, fear, and disappointment, Liang Shanbo's first thought was to protect his friend, who also lacked special abilities.

This determination and decisiveness in the face of battle are quite reliable; at least they know not to hold others back.

After hearing the explanation, Zhu Yingtai looked at the scholar's trembling legs and the way he was carrying the big stick, and found it both funny and heartwarming.

It feels good to be cared for.

"A person of noble character will not seek to live at the expense of righteousness, but will sacrifice his life to achieve righteousness."

"Brother Liang, you are my best friend and my best scholar."

To face danger without backing down and to think of protecting one's companions—such character is undoubtedly of the highest caliber.

Zhu Yingtai then somewhat embarrassedly pulled away from the other person's large hand.

"However, I do have some means that can lend a helping hand to you seniors."

Then he pulled a paper sword from his sleeve.

With eyes closed, he communicated with the Yin and Yang realms, and his spirit easily arrived at the Examination Office.

A moment later, he opened his eyes, which were filled with yin energy. He clasped his hands together, held the paper sword between his fingers, and slowly pulled it apart, while calling out: "Please, God Zhang Hua, bestow this sword upon me!"
boom! ! ! !

Dark red flames appeared in the void, with the hilt, sword holder, and sword blade attached to the paper sword.

The sword is three feet long and is shaped like an ancient sword from the Wu and Yue regions. Its style is simple and grand, and the front of the hilt is inlaid with golden glass, which contains the power of Pure Land Buddhism.

The crimson sword blade is engraved with the six-syllable mantra on the front and the five wrathful deities on the back.

It was the Nanming Yehuo Sword.

This technique is also the legendary method of summoning gods to communicate between the realms of Yin and Yang.

The fortune teller was not without her methods; due to her unique ability to travel to the underworld, she could communicate with Senior Brother Zhang in the Examination Bureau by burning paper money.

It is understandable that one could borrow a precious sword through divine intervention.

Holding the Nanming Yehuo Sword, Zhu Yingtai smiled apologetically at Liang Shanbo, who was standing to the side holding a large wooden stick for protection.

Brother, I'm sorry.

"Zhu Yingtai, the Divine Swordswoman of Nanshan, has arrived!"

Ironically, the special attack effect of the Karmic Fire on evil was maximized, and when combined with the mediocre Yue Nu Sword, it actually managed to fight quite well.

Even Sanqi was impressed; the new classmate was quite something.

The monks, who had become numb to the situation, continued chanting sutras to maintain the Dharma realm while glancing at Liang Shanbo standing at the door.

It's your turn.

Liang Shanbo, you might not believe it, but our Chongqi Academy doesn't teach this.

He then threw away the stick and walked into the group of monks, remaining silent.

Perhaps, the thought that I should learn something also crossed my mind for the first time. The Blood Demon, not far away, was speechless; Qiantang was too eerie.

Perhaps it's best to deal with these unexpected incidents first and then retreat immediately; this place is not a safe place to stay.

Having been humiliated and utterly disgraced, Yan Chixia finally vented his anger and laughed heartily:
"Blood Demon, this is the truth: those who follow the Way receive abundant help, while those who stray from the Way are punished by Heaven!"

"The righteous path of humanity will not tolerate a demon like you!"

Blood Demon slashed the bearded man into a rolling gourd with a single sword strike, all the while chuckling.

"So what? Killing you all first will make no difference."

"As for the saying 'Those who attain the Way receive much help'?"

"If another one comes out, I'll..."

hold head high!!!!!!

A dragon's roar resounded, faint yet domineering, conveying the pure essence of Buddhism.

The men who were fighting to the death turned their heads to look. Could it be Liang Shanbo?! He had finally transformed too!

No, he's a monk.

"Keiyou?!"

Guangliang was shocked. Wasn't this the fisherman whose family was destroyed and who was recommended by Master Fahai? How come his Buddhist teachings seem more orthodox than mine?

Qingyou was an illiterate and taciturn monk. He had few close friends in the temple and spent his days sweeping the grounds near the Three Lives Stone.

But at this moment, he stood in front of all the monks to protect them.

It turned out that a Blood God Child had slipped into the defensive circle during the chaos, which terrified the monks.

Only one monk, the most stubborn of them all, remained steadfast and stood in front of the others.

Blood God Child rushed over without even trying to figure it out.

By passing through their body and seizing their soul, one can become stronger with each battle.

After all, if we don't strengthen our forces, we really won't be able to defeat these scholars.

Can.
He lunged in, and then that was it.

Before it dissipated, I saw a pair of indescribably large golden eyes, and a dragon's roar that shattered the heavens and earth.

Spurred by this, Qingyou rushed out of the core area of ​​the Vajra Realm like a madman, punching and kicking the Blood God Child who was rushing towards him.

The boxing style he practiced was very simple; it was the Arhat Fist, a Zen introductory style used to cultivate one's vital energy.

A child worships Buddha, holding the moon in his arms; an Arhat sleeps; Xiangzi carries a basket, and a sudden blow strikes his face.
Each move may seem ordinary, but the underlying Buddhist principles are extraordinary, with the intention of subduing dragons and tigers within the techniques.

With just that little bit of magic power, the Blood God Child was struck so hard that he cried out in pain, as if he had suffered some great injury.

The Blood Demon was shocked; what on earth were these bizarre and strange things?

Wasn't I here to wipe out the remnants of the Shu Mountain sect?
No more fighting, no more fighting.

If we keep fighting, who knows what other monsters might come out? Qiantang is poisonous.

He made a decisive decision to retreat, realizing he might have discovered a great secret of Mount Shu: these remnants were in Jiangnan, connecting with various forces to prepare for a counterattack.

"A sea of ​​blood surges forth!!!"

A violent surge of blood crashed down, knocking the three masters to the ground.

Then only a few dozen Blood God Child fragments flew back and returned to their original bodies.

Ding Yin said to those below:
"I will spare you this time; I will return."

After saying that, it turned into a streak of blood and flew off in the southwest.

Guangliang wanted to give chase but was stopped by his comrades.

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy. The Blood Demon has committed countless evils, and righteous people will surely take his dog's life."

The butterfly on Yan Chixia's shoulder reappeared.

Xiaoqing, on the other hand, used her less-than-stellar speaking skills to comfort the kind monk who had offered her fruit.

“Venerable Master Guangliang, you always say that you should broaden your mind. This time, let’s be a little more broad-minded.”

Master: ...I know the principles, but that's not the time to advise others. My Lingyin Temple...is gone.

Finally, what else can you do but stomp your feet?

Chasing after them without the assistance of Vajra Realm and the two reinforcements would be suicide.

In an instant, Lingyin Temple, which had been engaged in a series of battles, fell silent.

Guangliang looked at the temple, which was only one-third intact, and felt like crying. Moreover, the bricks and stones were all tainted by the power of the Blood Demon, and it would take a long time just to clean them up.

Such demonic power is so potent that even a trace of it is like a maggot clinging to a bone, impossible to eradicate. We can't very well invite fellow practitioners from all over the country to come here and hold a water and land ritual to purify it, can we?

He doesn't have the face to do that, nor can he afford to pay that kind of reward.

Feeling depressed.

Tick, tick, tick
It's raining?
With a crack, a thunderclap resounded on Feilai Peak in the night.

A torrential downpour began at Lingyin Temple.

Strings of raindrops pelted down every corner of Feilai Peak, flowing along the rocks and tiles into the temple. The corruption of the Blood Demon was washed away by the rain, seemingly having no effect whatsoever.

Master Guangliang bowed in the direction of West Lake with a joyful expression.

"Thank you, Lady White Lady."

(End of this chapter)