Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 515 Script: Reincarnated Spirit Child

In an instant, his liver and intestines were torn apart, and the old ghost felt more than ten times the pain he had felt when the copper pillar was burning him.

Aaaaaaaahh ...
Old Ghost's eyes bulged out, and disgusting saliva dripped from his wide-open mouth. It was hard to imagine that there could be a scene of drooling in the Sixth Great Prison, a place where the scorching energy had broken the balance.

That was a loss from the source, and the pain that spread deep into the soul directly shattered the old man's psychological defenses.

The two attacked relentlessly like demons, and in the face of excruciating pain, they finally abandoned the shackles of their bloodline and broke free of their chains.

Ji Rui, now free, was furious, extremely furious.

Unexpected disasters may be caused by tethered cattle, or by the gain of a passerby, or by the misfortune of a womanizer.

It's me again, and it's danger again. No matter how wondrous this curse may be, let it end completely today.

The bond of blood cannot be severed; it is the power of life's continuation and a fundamental rule.

So he chose to draw his self-discipline knife, intending to accomplish something that could not be done in the human world.

He grabbed the old man and held a small knife to his forehead.

"I don't know if going against human ethics will bring divine retribution, but what about me?"

Although the old ghost was on his deathbed, his instinct for survival still lingered.

Knowing that this descendant no longer cared about family ties, and seeing the many evil spirits that had surrounded them, they came up with a way to survive.

That is to help three living people survive.

The final result was that the self-disciplined knife was used to suppress the fluctuations of Qi and blood on Zao Tongxue, Ji Rui's anger was covered by the ghostly aura of his great-grandfather, and Ning Caichen, like a local, was already overflowing with demonic energy.

The three people and one ghost are sneaking towards the fifth level of the Steaming Hell.

Those who spread rumors, frame others, slander, and insult others are cast into the "Steaming Cage Hell" after death; the old ghost of the Ji family also served his sentence there.

It has also been to the higher hells of the Mirror of Retribution and the Tongue-Pulling Hell, and after the sixth hell, there are other hells to go to.

He carried a judgment that filled several pages, a sentence of over a hundred years longer than his lifespan.

Therefore, it responds immediately and cooperates well when faced with the summons of foreign rituals.

But when it got to a certain place, it suddenly knelt down and cried, crying very sadly.

The reason, if you ask, is that they knew their lives were ultimately doomed.

Ahead was actually the territory occupied by the Demon King of Disaster.

Even the domains of other ghost kings could be traversed, after all, the scorched earth was hundreds of millions of miles in size.

However, the realm of this Ghost King is always quite eerie, and it is very difficult for living people to hide there.

It doesn't matter if they die, but they will definitely kill it before they die.

Sure enough, the three people behind them exchanged a glance and understood what was going on.

"It seems we won't be able to wait for Master Xu."

As Ji Rui spoke, he pulled out a small knife, intending to complete the final step.

Hayamoto stepped in front of him, indicating that he would do it.

Ning Caichen transformed his emotions into the strings of his zither, and had already laid down a deathly melody from the surrounding yin energy.

Just then, they all looked up.

Not only them, but many ghost kings and demon kings in the entire Sixth Great Prison were looking up at the sky.

Beneath the dark clouds, a golden beam of Buddhist light was flying, disregarding the demons below, so ostentatiously, or rather, somewhat hastily.

"Guangliang! You can't escape!"

It turned out that a palace filled with demonic energy was following behind them in pursuit.

An overwhelming aura swept across the dark red sky, an ominous, powerful, ancient, and authoritative force all merging into one—what a terrifying demon king!

The two sides chased and fled, until finally a huge blue snake tail flew out from the palace and circled around all directions, blocking the direction in which the Buddha's light could escape.

Watching these high-level matches, the demons below were trembling with fear, lest they be wiped out by the aftermath.

Meanwhile, the face of the Demon King of Scattering Calamities, whose features were obscured, was trembling.

No matter how powerful the demons are, they are common in the underworld.

What it feared was that golden light.

"The light of Ksitigarbha Buddha?!"

It almost fled at the first sign of trouble. Half a year ago, Ksitigarbha manifested his power, and everyone in the underworld saw the terrifying Womb Realm, the enormous blue lotus bursting out of the small hell, and the compassionate Light-Eyed Woman.

Even the renowned Lord of the City of the Wrongfully Dead was defeated in a single battle, losing his dojo and fleeing to the underwater world.

This suggests that the disappearance of gods and Buddhas is not entirely absolute. On the other hand, if I'm not mistaken, it's the Examination and Examination Bureau.

This is the only palace in the underworld that allows free flight, and it is highly recognizable.

The demon king who made the move was far stronger than the Void Belly Ghost King, so it seems the palace has already fallen to another.

At that moment, demonic energy suddenly erupted within the palace.

Dark clouds obscure the Milky Way, and the land is shrouded in darkness, devoid of light.

This is a sign of the birth of an unparalleled demon.

A sudden gust of cold wind arose, and the gate opened, from which flew a giant, green-scaled python.

Look at her: her eyes shoot forth the morning stars, her nostrils exhale the morning mist. Her teeth are like rows of steel swords, her claws like curved golden hooks. She appears on the ground as if she were a brocade quilt, and in the air as if she were a rainbow.

Its enormous body spiraled upwards, its scales shimmering with a ghostly light, as if formed from the oldest secrets of the abyss of hell. Each twist was accompanied by a slight tremor in space, and its eyes were like two eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, flickering under the dark clouds.

A massive snake head blocked the Buddha's light and roared, "Hand over the three people, and I will grant you reincarnation."

The figure in the Buddha's light did not answer.

The giant serpent seemed to have lost patience and transformed into human form, which turned out to be a charming female yaksha wielding two swords.

"Monk, if you won't hand it over, then die!"

Fierce and domineering, his demonic flames raged. His expression was filled with resentment and murderous intent.

He wielded two swords and began fighting against the Buddha's light.

This is a fierce battle: the demon wields his sword, the monk forms hand seals. Now, displaying his masterful skills, he unleashes his power and magic, like a golden guard. In the first few exchanges, he spews forth a mist of sorrow, then soars into the sky, scattering colorful clouds.

The holy monk radiates divine light, while the demons are bold and daring. His skills are as varied as brocade, and his hands move with the agility of a well pulley.

The clang of ping-pong swords and clubs echoes. A desolate expanse of wild clouds floats by. Words are succinct, schemes are employed, and the back-and-forth is like a painting. The battle rages, the wind howls, sand flies, wolves and tigers tremble in fear, the sky darkens, and even the stars disappear.

Buddha's Light seemed to be all bark and no bite; after only an hour of fighting, he had already begun to retreat repeatedly.

Then he unleashed his ultimate move.

According to the consensus in the cultivation world, you either use a powerful move at the start to defeat the enemy, or you use it at the end to fight to the death.

"Praised by the Buddhas of the three worlds, and taken refuge in by the Bodhisattvas of the ten directions."

"Homage to the World-Honored One, Ksitigarbha."

A blue lotus flower blooms, growing taller in the wind, as if it were using the great supernatural powers of the Mandala Realm to capture the snake demon.

The aura of Ksitigarbha descended upon the Sixth Great Hell once again, causing a wave of panic among the demons and monsters watching.

Seeing this, the snake demon also used its supernatural powers, combining its two swords into one.

The intense demonic will entered an unknowable realm of divine speed in an instant, and the sword was pressed against the blue lotus.

The struggle between the two sides caused lightning and thunder in the Sixth Prison, with mountains collapsing and rocks splitting. Demonic energy, Buddhist light, and auspicious energy intertwined, creating countless strange phenomena on the horizon.

Finally, a dazzling light flashed, so bright that neither humans nor ghosts could open their eyes.

When the storm subsided, two demonic weapons were seen piercing through his chest.

The Buddha's light dissipated, revealing the monk's true appearance.

As expected of a disciple of Ksitigarbha, he remains fearless in the face of life and death.

"You can't bring the reincarnated Ksitigarbha child out of the underworld, Guangliang!" the snake demon continued to roar, even threatening repeatedly. "Lord Black Mountain has already obtained the inheritance of the Netherworld Master and is about to return from the foot of Jiaowo Mountain. He sent me here to intercept him because he doesn't want to push things too far."

"Tell me, and you can be reincarnated!"

"The master will help the child reincarnation return to his rightful place."

The holy monk smiled: "Past, present, and future. You cannot harm any of them."

After saying this, he severed his own life and passed away on the spot.

The serpent demon was furious, yet helpless. It could only drag the monk's corpse back to the Examination Office, and then fly towards the Howling Hell.

The many demon kings in the sixth great prison gasped in shock. What had they just heard?
A reincarnation of Ksitigarbha?!
What are you talking about? Is this something we can understand?

And did the Black Mountain Demon really obtain the inheritance of the Netherworld Master? The heavens of the underworld have changed.

Ji Rui and the others below exchanged glances.

These two actors look very familiar, although their aura and appearance have changed.
"Those three people, you mean us, right?"

　Today is my birthday, I'm another year older. I'll try to write more starting tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)