Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 514 The Beginning of Hell for the Three Wonders

Above the Sixth Great Prison.

Xu Xuan is devising a bold and terrifying plan.

Xiaoqing laughed as she watched. It still had that sinister edge to it. You really are a bad person.

He then took his own script and began to work on the lines and his performance.

Unlike the small-scale operations of the past, this time the stage is huge, extremely huge.

It was so big that even the little monsters got excited because it was super fun.

After reading it, Zhang Hua commented that it was too bold and too hurtful to the three students.

"Sigh... The Sixth Great Prison is a vast expanse of scorched earth. If we rely on just a few of us, by the time we find it, Sanqi might already be old and dead."

"Besides, the underworld is not like the mortal world. There are more than a dozen forces, large and small, fighting each other here. It is not safe for the three of them."

"This is the only way we can do it."

Even if all 30,000 karmic ghosts in the Calamity Land were released to search for people, it would be a drop in the ocean.

This place is too big, and the situation is too complicated.

If my senior brother were still in the Sixth Prison, I, Xu, would certainly dare to walk around with impunity.

Last time, on the seventh day after my death, I swaggered out of the eighteenth level of hell, and I was incredibly glorious.

Now, with only a weak and helpless White Lotus Holy Father here, and no Bodhisattva to protect him, it is natural to be more careful.

They even had to resort to some underhanded tricks.

Just as turmoil was about to erupt in the Sixth Prison, four people were traveling in a corner somewhere.

To be precise, it was three people plus one prisoner.

"Great-grandfather, please hurry up."

His tone was ordinary, but his behavior was rude.

Ji Rui grabbed one end of the chain and gave it a shake, causing the old ghost in front of him to tremble.

There was no affection between them whatsoever, only hatred for each other that transcended life and death.

They are currently being led by the old ghost to other hells.

It knows the route, after all, it has served time in quite a few places.

He was internally cursing the three lunatics behind him and the unreliability of Hu Tianshen.

When he boasts, he claims to be the Fire God of the Western Regions, in charge of the endless territory of the mortal world, and possessing power like a god or Buddha.

By joining the outer realm's sect, one can be freed from the punishments of the underworld, escape the remaining major prisons, and even obtain the status of a guardian deity.

After completing the mission and opening the Yin-Yang portal, the other party disappeared.
This is ridiculous! What kind of unreliable deity is this?

I'm not even sure if I'll survive now.

It turns out that on that day, the Yin and Yang gates opened, and the old ghost used his bloodline to forcibly grab Ji Rui and drag him into hell, hoping to share his suffering and gain enormous benefits.

Who knew that the promised god Hu Tian didn't show up, and then two madmen jumped down from the mortal realm.

This is hell! Do you think it's some kind of dangerous place on earth?

If a living person has no power to protect themselves, or is ordered to conceal their aura, they will surely be devoured by the ghosts, especially since the eighteen levels of hell are full of evil ghosts.

However, this kind of reasoning is like waste paper to some people; they have experienced too much hell.

Even if Yin energy can erode one's blood and qi, even if different laws can transform one's soul, even if one's life and death are not in one's own hands once one enters this place.

but!

Confucius said: "The way of the superior man is to sometimes go out and sometimes stay at home, sometimes to remain silent and sometimes to speak. When two people are of one mind, their strength can break metal. Words spoken with one heart are as fragrant as orchids."

This is a promise, this is a belief, this is a choice.

Ji Rui didn't say anything when he saw his two companions following, because he would have followed them if he were in their shoes.

His eyes were lowered, concealing a hint of tears. The White Deer couldn't manifest in the underworld; his current methods were still too limited. Yet, the killing intent within him was stronger than ever before. If he regained his freedom, some ghost would have to pay the price.

Upon entering the Sixth Great Prison, Zao's surging blood and energy could not be concealed at all, shining like a pillar reaching the heavens, causing the surrounding ghostly energy to permeate as if in a riot.

Dark clouds were drifting in from nearby, and pairs of crimson eyes, drooling with desire, appeared all around.

This is a carnival bestowed by God, and the instincts of the dead want to devour and consume it all.

A quick glance around confirmed the danger, so I uttered a single word:
【morning】

The light descended; it was the power of the great sun.

The rising sun shone on the place, forcefully blocking out the nearby evil spirits.

The flames from the mortal realm gave them remembrance, gave them pain, and gave them death.

However, countless vengeful spirits surged forth like a tsunami, rushing towards the power of the sun in an attempt to extinguish its brilliance.

Unless the Golden Crow descends, how could they be frightened by this fire without a source?

The violent impact intensified, as if the ship could topple at any moment.

Even the old ghost of the Ji family began to advise you to retreat quickly, as there is still a glimmer of hope for survival.

Faced with danger, Zao laughed and pointed at himself and Ning Caichen, saying, "Ji Rui, we're brothers!"

He then disregarded whether it was hell or not, unleashing his full righteous energy to cut down both the man and the bronze pillar.

"Release Ji Rui."

With a single strike, even the rules of hell were shattered, blasting out countless streams of lava. The old ghost howled, "Damn, that really hurts!"

"I said! I told you to let go of Ji Rui!!!"

The second sword strike cleaved the bronze pillar, causing it to crack and ooze blood.

The old ghost howled in agony, the scorching power of his righteous energy far surpassing the power of punishment emanating from the copper pillar, a force that seemed to be his natural enemy, wreaking havoc here.

The third sword strike: the wooden sword shattered, and he used his fist instead.

"Let it go or not!!!"

Sword Saint transforms into Boxing King, critical strikes begin.

Old Ghost's will to survive told him that if he were released, he would truly die.

It can cooperate with evil gods to harm future generations in order to alleviate their suffering, so it is obviously a selfish and petty person.

In order to continue living, they must hold out until the power of the Great Sun fades or an even more powerful Demon King arrives; then they will still have a chance.
Amidst the explosive shock, a scholar asked:

"If the ruler is not upright, his ministers will flee to another country; if the parents are not kind, their children will run away to another place."

"That's a rather mild way of putting it."

Ning Caichen walked over gently. He had many insights after coming down, some of which were shocking and some were terrifying.

He casually tossed out a string, moving freely within the rules, and through layers of flames, he actually pierced through the rules of the underworld, giving the incorporeal evil spirit a live demonstration of what it means to be pierced through the heart.

One end of the string is in the heart of the demon, and the other end is in one's own hand.

Demonic tendencies manifested in his eyes; he was inherently a demon of passion, so he should set aside the path of the Holy Emperor for now.

Human emotions are complex and ever-changing.

Sometimes we need to listen to Master Xu's words, which is to believe that people have both good and evil in their hearts, regardless of their status.

Unlike Zao, Ning Caichen, upon arriving in the underworld, felt the activity of spirituality, drawing out various negative emotions from the many vengeful ghosts around him and infusing them into his hands.

At this moment, demonic energy erupts, obscuring humanity. The fingers manipulate the strings, and the heartbroken person uses the zither to wound their soul.

The dark eyes reflected jealousy, greed, and countless desires.

"This song hurts a little," the hoarse voice said softly.

The music of the zither, when it first began, was filled with resentment and sorrow, like the voice of ghosts and spirits in the netherworld; and when it became melancholic and generous, it also had a faint rumbling sound.

(End of this chapter)