Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 544 The troops are divided into two groups
boom!
Wang Daoling crashed into the rocks in a sorry state, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. He remained buried inside without any hurry to come out.

Some of the cunning faces were so swollen that they were unrecognizable; it was unclear whether it was from injuries or the effects of toxins.

This is something I did that wasn't very ethical.

Although there's no moral constraint, we still can't beat them.

The demon race believes in the laws of nature, and those in lower positions who scheme against those in higher positions will pay a price.

If it weren't for the White Lotus Sect's female demon needing cannon fodder, I might have really died here.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King, standing outside, did not continue the pursuit.

Half of his magic power had been drained, and coupled with his injuries, he was unable to defeat the toad demon for the time being.

"Wang Daoling, is it? This matter is not over!"

A demon sits at home, yet disaster strikes from the sky.

Moreover, it was the White Lotus disaster that caused the problem, which was absolutely fatal.

If this matter is discovered by other people or forces, we're doomed; the threat of being universally condemned is no joke.

The aggrieved Golden Cymbal Dharma King was in a state of impotent rage.

But after regaining his senses, he could only sigh, for he couldn't break the spell.

The demon is ruthless, and at this moment, a white lotus flower is clearly visible above the demon's soul.

If betrayal is detected immediately, then there will be no consequences.

After much deliberation, I can only obey for now, hoping that the ancestor will discover my disappearance soon and come to Jiangnan to save me.

After all, Phoenix Mountain is a very important location, as it, along with Azure Dragon Mountain, suppresses the evil energy of Jiangnan.

It is precisely because of the suppression of evil energy that a large amount of spiritual power gathers here, even forming a spirit realm.

There are also many spirit demons on the mountain, making it a small blessed land.

The ancestor will not abandon this place. When that happens, any remnants of the White Lotus will surely flee at the mere sight of him, and the marks on their bodies will be washed away.

But this undeserved calamity must eventually be vented, otherwise this evil fire could burn the demon to death.

Hu Qiang, the mentally challenged son of the Golden Cymbal Dharma King, stood to the side, somewhat stunned.

It still doesn't understand what happened, how its home disappeared when it came to its senses.

The old centipede spirit gave this fool who betrayed his father a complicated look.

If it weren't for this fool's reckless actions, even if I were no match for him, I wouldn't have been easily defeated, and even if I had been defeated, I would have had a chance to escape.

I suddenly understand why the patriarch was so overjoyed when he saw Deng You.

jump!
One palm

"You can go in too."

After saying that, it left angrily, heading to Qiantang to subdue some of its demonic subordinates.

As for that idiot son, we'll leave him alone and let him hang out with this jinx.

An hour later, Wang Daoling and Hu Qiang climbed out of the mountain together, looked at each other, and then started fighting.

After the fight, the two reconciled and decided to complete the mission together.

"It's not that I'm trying to scam you, bro, it's just bad luck."

“How could I, a righteous person of Maoshan, voluntarily do something that would hurt my friends and please my enemies?”

"This is very dangerous. Whether we survive or not is up to fate."

Wang Daoling, with a bruised and swollen face, tricked Hu Qiang, saying he needed a capable but foolish subordinate.

I also brought along two adorable, silly rabbits. It was their first time venturing out of the mountains, and they couldn't tell which way was which.

It's not that he's kind-hearted, but rather that the Great Compassionate Dharma King needs cannon fodder, while the toad spirit doesn't?
Nobody wants to die, so the only option is for the big fish to eat the small fish, and the small fish to eat the shrimp.

He considered himself a wise and capable leader, Hu Qiang a foolish henchman, and the rabbit spirits as bait and laborers; this combination was relatively stable.

The fact that the toad spirit, a mini-boss, could assemble a small team so quickly shows that he is quite capable.

"Let's go, let's go to Tonglu next to Qiantang first." At the same time, Wang Daoling was also a rather cowardly demon. Although he could not disobey the White Lotus Demon Lord's orders, it was not difficult to delay them.

Once you enter Qiantang, your life and death will be out of your control. After all, how could the devil send cannon fodder to test you if there is no great danger?

And so, a strange new atmosphere suddenly appeared in Wu County.

In particular, the demonic aura was exceptionally active.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King has always remained outside the local demon race, considering himself different from ordinary wild demons.

It is a centipede spirit carrying out a secret mission and task, cooperating with the major operation in the North.

If the ancestor's plan succeeds, it, as a downstream member of the bloodline, will also receive a huge response.

At that point, it won't just be a simple improvement in realm, but an improvement in the foundation.

But at this moment, it lowered its proud head and searched all over the mountains for monsters on other peaks.

They temporarily formed a demon clan force and then attacked Qiantang.

On the one hand, it could escalate the situation to attract the patriarch's attention; on the other hand, it could also be a way to find a scapegoat for oneself.

Even though it guards Phoenix Mountain every day, it knows the name of Master Yu. This old man is really not to be trifled with.

It would be good to bring a bunch of underlings to keep things under control.

Then the black wind descended upon Black Tiger Cliff in Yuanjiajie.

"Black-hearted Tiger, come out!"

Blackheart Tiger is a man of imposing stature, with strong muscles and bones, exuding a majestic and awe-inspiring presence. His face is sharply defined, his eyebrows are like swords, and his eyes are like those of a hawk, radiating a cold light that inspires fear in all who behold him.

He established a demonic sect and sought to drink the blood of the Qilin to enhance his power.

They made a great name for themselves in this area and built a great business empire.

Today, he has been targeted by the Golden Cymbal Dharma King.

Blackheart Tiger knew an unwelcome guest had arrived as soon as he appeared, so he immediately started fighting.

His unparalleled "Heavenly Demonic Dance" technique caused the winds and clouds to change color and the heavens and earth to tremble. With a swing of his giant blade, the sword energy was like a rainbow.

The Dharma King remained calm and composed, his body radiating a surge of black energy that formed a barrier, completely blocking the sword energy.

His face looked rather pale, and he even took a few steps back.

In the past, there would have been no need for such a sorry state; a single spell would have been enough to defeat this black tiger. What a pity and how hateful.

If I can't beat the White Lotus Demon, can't I at least beat you?

He muttered incantations, and countless golden light blades swept down from the sky.

The two fought fiercely, and the heavens and earth changed color.

After an incense stick's time, Blackheart Tiger's giant blade broke and he lay on the ground, seemingly seriously injured. Beside him lay a pile of his underlings, including protectors, hall masters, and stewards.

The difference in their levels of understanding is so great that quantity cannot compensate for it.

However, this demonic sect is doing quite well; they even dared to attack the Great Demon King, which is quite remarkable.

So the Golden Cymbal Dharma King got even angrier. "Doesn't this make me look incompetent?!"

"Stubborn!"

"You think you can resist me?!"

Just as the Golden Cymbal Dharma King approached to collect the true spirit, Black Heart Tiger stuffed a pill into his mouth, and then his aura surged, with demonic energy forming a black tiger image that appeared in the void.

The demon king rose again, his hair stood on end, his eyes turned bloodshot, and the surrounding aura became chaotic, filled with violent and destructive power.

This is a classic case of going astray in cultivation, something that ordinary practitioners would avoid at all costs, but it is the opportunity that Black-Hearted Tiger hopes to turn the tables on.

"Idiot, my specialty is palm techniques!"

Black Heart Killer Palm, Black Tiger Claws Heart, Black and White Impermanence, Darkness Without Sunshine, Heavenly Demon Dance!
The sky was instantly shrouded in thick, dark clouds, obscuring the sun and moon and plunging everything into darkness. A fierce wind arose, whipping up sand and stones, uprooting trees, and shaking the mountains and rivers.

(End of this chapter)