Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 555 My Sister Helps Me!

The legendary Dragon King is right there, and he might be watching us monsters right now.

Why did the White Lotus Demon choose this place?! Anxious, she naturally began urging her idiotic son on.

"Hu Qiang, when will the backup arrive?"

"Hu Qiang? Hu Qiang?"

Hu Qiang was currently overjoyed at the withering of the white lotus and had no time to care about this old man.

He, Hu Qiang, has abandoned darkness for light and has a bright future. Master Xu is a man of his word, powerful and influential; following a boss like him is the only way to survive.

And what is the identity of Old Deng beside him? He is a backward demon king from the old era, a country monster who has no ambition and only knows how to fight and kill.

Everyone's status is really different now.

Therefore, the old father must die. If he doesn't die, and if he also abandons darkness and embraces light, how can I ever have a chance to rise above my circumstances?

So he arrogantly said:
"Bah!"

“Golden Cymbal Dharma King, you have acted perversely, bringing disaster to the whole country, harming living beings and oppressing your fellow human beings.”

"Heaven may tolerate it, but I, Hu Qiang, cannot! Today I sever all blood ties and witness my act of sacrificing family for the greater good!!!"

Then, with a strange cry, he jumped into the Han Canal, intending to reunite with his own people and fight against these evil demon soldiers together.

At this moment, ripples appeared on the calm water surface, followed by rolling waves and splashing water, as if a giant object was about to break through the water.

Two dazzling sword lights flew out of the water, shattering Hu Qiang's demonic body with a single strike. The accompanying baleful aura began to erode his soul, displaying extreme cruelty.

"I... I'm a demon myself!" Then the little centipede demon vanished into thin air, after all, the Purple and Green Twin Swords left no survivors.

Even in death, it never understood that it wasn't part of a certain demon king's script.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King immediately led his troops to retreat.

The Hangou Canal was not wide to begin with, but now it was diverting water from the Yangtze River, thus widening the river surface.

Even more alarming is the fact that the numerous waterways along the banks of the Yangtze River are rising simultaneously on the north bank, completely encircling the area in all directions, with a tendency to converge into a lake.

Blah blah blah!

A large blue flag broke through the water's surface and unfurled, fluttering in the wind.

In an instant, thunder rumbled and darkened the sky, while steam rose and gathered along the riverbank.

The monsters gathered on the shore by the Golden Cymbal Dharma King were thrown into chaos, their killing intent palpable.

bump!
The water surface exploded, and the sound of splashing water echoed from all directions, making the demon's heart tremble.

King Xiaoqing, clad in battle armor, wielding two swords, rose slowly from the eastern waters, his feet resting on the azure waves, his position aligned with the direction of the palace.

His features were exquisitely handsome, yet he exuded a chilling murderous aura. Two thousand demon soldiers followed closely behind, each clad in scale armor and wielding sharp blades, their imposing presence overwhelming. They were majestic and awe-inspiring, their killing intent palpable.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King sneered: "So it was you who instigated my son to betray us?"

What audacity! To dare to get involved in the White Lotus Demoness's important affairs, she truly doesn't know her own death.

"That demon king, if you retreat today, there is still hope."

Before it could finish speaking, Xiaoqing waved impatiently, and Yu Bai immediately gave the order from behind.

A cannon boomed, the river to the north exploded, and a bearded man appeared leading two thousand soldiers. According to the Kun official position:

The army marched on the water with great momentum, and the two thousand soldiers were like dragons.

A magnificent sword light illuminates the heavens and earth, and demons vanish without a trace upon hearing the news.

Two cannon shots rang out, the river to the south exploded, and a Taoist priest led his troops out, according to the Qian Palace orientation:

With white hair and beard, he treads the waves, his Taoist robe fluttering like that of an immortal.

Soldiers followed closely like dragons and tigers, their imposing presence like wind and thunder on the water.

Three cannon shots rang out, the river to the west exploded, and a female swordswoman led her troops into battle. (According to the Kan official position:)
With heroic bearing, they traversed the waves, their swords flashing like water reflecting the clear sky.

Soldiers lined up behind them, their righteous spirit sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Generals guarded all four sides of the river, with the Flying Dragon Banner flashing its red tassels, the Flying Phoenix Banner swirling with purple mist, the Flying Tiger Banner exuding murderous intent, and the Flying Leopard Banner covering the ground and obscuring the sky.

The shouts of the three armies shook the heavens, and the five-colored flags fluttered, obscuring the sun. A drumbeat sounded, and the various camps bravely displayed their might; several gongs struck, and the generals followed the ranks in orderly fashion. Beneath the precious banner, auspicious smoke enveloped the air; blue command flags moved back and forth.

A total of eight thousand demon soldiers surrounded the place completely.

The violent aura of war even caused changes in the celestial phenomena, and the aura of the regular army instilled fear in the rabble opposite them.

They all planned to enjoy the demon life with the new king, but who knew they would actually risk their lives.

Encountering such elite aquatic creatures right from the start, in such a harsh environment, it's easy to imagine that we were doomed.

Morale plummeted instantly; they should have stayed hidden deep in the mountains.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King was also greatly alarmed. Putting aside the top combat power, his tens of thousands of demons were no match for them.

However, he couldn't afford to lose in terms of momentum, so he raised his voice and said, "How dare you, a mere aquatic creature, contend with the spirits and monsters of the shore? Retreat at once, or I'll spare your life!"

In the past, Xiaoqing would have been in the mood to compose a poem to show off her presence.

At worst, they'll engage in a heated exchange of words to demoralize the enemy.

But thinking about the enemies Xu Xuan would have to face in the south, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Since that's the case, why waste time talking nonsense?

"kill!"

The sky was filled with murderous intent, and the river was filled with the sight of iron horses and spears; patches of war clouds drifted by, and five-colored banners fluttered in the distance.

The towering waves crashed down with tremendous force, along with the generals from all four directions.

The two armies clashed, the waves and the flash of swords intertwined, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth.

Xiaoqing took the lead and headed straight for the Golden Cymbal Dharma King.

To catch the thief, you must first catch the king; as the commander-in-chief, I naturally have to set an example.

The twin swords danced like the wind, and wherever they passed, monsters fell to the ground, their blood splattered by the demonic sword energy.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King also swung his Dharma weapon and went straight for Xiaoqing.

This was truly a fierce battle: the monster had a poisonous tumor on its back and eyes like copper bells, releasing poisonous gas from all sides; the Water Lord wielded two demonic swords with the strength of a thousand pounds, swiftly slicing through demonic flames.

They would fight for over thirty rounds, neither gaining the upper hand. After another thirty rounds, he would gradually gain the upper hand.

In terms of magical power, experience, and spiritual cultivation, Jinbo was far superior. If it weren't for the fact that the Great Compassionate Dharma King had extracted his vital energy and soul some time ago, the outcome would probably have been decided long ago.

After all, he is a major villain with a lot of plot developments, and his strength is what makes him stand out.

If it weren't for his son's betrayal and the sealing of the magic weapon, even Da Ci would have had to put in some effort to take it down.

Unfortunately, his subordinates were really incompetent, and the leaders of the north, south, and west were all taken down in a single move.

Seeing his master suffer a loss, Li Yingqi roared angrily, "You monster, I'll take you down!"

The purple and green swords combined, their dazzling light entering the Flowing Light Domain. The innate evil energy and the Heavenly Fate Killing Star merged together and slashed fiercely.

This sword incorporates many insights into the universe and embodies its own destiny, so its power is naturally astonishing.

Unexpectedly, after being deflected by the cymbals, he lost his aim and plunged into the river.

In the distance, the Dragon King laughed heartily, finding it amusing.

Seeing this, Master Mao stopped his rash advance, cleared away the surrounding demons, and then threw the altar to begin casting a spell.

The altar table is in the center, its square shape representing the earth and its round shape representing the heaven. The table is covered with a yellow cloth, symbolizing the supreme authority of Heaven and Earth. The altar steps are divided into three levels, the upper level corresponding to Heaven, the lower level to Earth, and the middle level to Man, thus completing the three realms and demonstrating the profound mystery of Taoist practices.

He casually took out the treasure box, released three beams of spiritual light, and three blurry shadows flew out and hovered in mid-air.

The three divine swords, Han Guang, Cheng Ying, and Xiao Lian, contain the mechanism of chaos, and are formed by the unity of heaven, earth, and man.

This time, it's a proper gathering of the three swords.

The Taoist priest bowed three times and unleashed three invisible sword energies that pierced through the heart of the old demon king.

The Heavenly Dao power of the Child Warrior began to take effect, and the worshippers were the first to be injured.

Blood flowed from Master Mao's mouth and nose, indicating that his magical power was almost exhausted.

Fortunately, the three swords formed a formation, which helped him reduce the backlash, and this time he was finally able to escape unscathed.

But the Golden Cymbal Dharma King was unlucky.

Although there were no wounds, no pain, and neither flesh nor soul changed in the slightest.

However, a deep sense of unease arose within me.

The rhythm of the battle was constantly disrupted for no apparent reason. My magic power was already unstable on the day of the Awakening of Insects, and now it was even more vulnerable.

The power of the magic weapon was intermittent, and occasionally it even injured him, which was simply unbelievable.

For a moment, Xiaoqing managed to block them, as if they were wearing an invisible shackle.

This bizarre ability both shocked and enraged him.

Li Xianfeng also returned from the river at this time, his face already flushed.

I've never suffered such a loss since my debut. It's so embarrassing, and I'm really furious.

They charged forward with murderous intent, two against one, but there was still a slight difference in strength.

At this moment, Yan Chixia, who currently possesses the strongest single-target attack in Baoan Hall, finally prepared his ultimate move.

He manipulates the ways of Heaven, transforms Yin and Yang, generates Yin and Yang, and turns the universe around, thus granting the imperial pardon.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows the law; the law arises from the heart, and life is endless. Taiyi Tianzun, may this be done swiftly as the law commands!"

The first sword strike, like a rainbow, its unparalleled sharpness striking the golden cymbals and unleashing dazzling sparks.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, wind and thunder are commanded; dragons battle in the wilderness, all ten directions are destroyed. Taiyi Heavenly Venerable, hasten as the law commands!"

The second sword strike was like wind and thunder, wild and domineering, possessing extreme destructive power. The sword energy passed through the golden cymbals and bloomed streaks of blood on the Dharma King's body.

"Subduing Heavenly King, descend and establish Heavenly Unity; Heaven and Earth, Profound and Yellow, Yin and Yang, Wondrous Laws. Supreme Heavenly Venerable, hasten as the law commands!"

The third sword strike, with its myriad variations, split yin and yang, embodying the power of creation, was unstoppable, directly piercing through the Dao body and striking the centipede demon's true form.

"Heavenly net and earthly Yama; the sword of wisdom is drawn, slaying demons and vanquishing spirits; all calamities turn to dust. Taiyi Tianzun, hasten as the law commands!"

The fourth sword strike embodies the compassion and power of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun.

After unleashing four sword strikes, Yan Chixia could no longer maintain his water-walking ability and was taken away from the battlefield by Yu Bai.

And the sword energy that made a third-realm sword cultivator fight with all his might also achieved a brilliant result.

“It hurts so much!!!”

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King was forced back to his original form, revealing his blood-red compound eyes, slender body and scales, as well as thousands of centipede legs.

A giant centipede, tens of meters long, writhed and twisted wildly in the river.

The terrifying sword energy pierced through the body and soul, leaving behind injuries that were almost impossible to heal.

Carapace, flesh, and foot segments continuously peeled away and fell into the water, staining this section of the river red.

Xiao Qing glanced at it and found it quite familiar; the last time, Deng You died in a similar way.

However, one is gold and the other is black, so they probably aren't related.

Never mind, he grabbed his twin swords and launched a furious chase.

The giant centipede that he fought with his little apprentice went berserk, insane, and furious, wishing it could destroy everything in the human world.

"Despicable villains, how dare you gang up on me!"

The centipede's inherent ferocity was fully unleashed, and it began to fight back with its claws outstretched.

Xiaoqing realized after fighting for a while that this wouldn't work; given the old centipede's resilience, it could last for another three days and three nights.

But Xu Xuan couldn't wait that long!
He raised his head and roared, "Sister, help me!"

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

The sky was as dark as ink, with churning clouds. A blinding bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, illuminating the heavens and earth. Immediately afterward, a deafening clap of thunder boomed, as if the sky had been torn apart, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

Thunder rumbled like a thousand horses galloping past. Lightning flashed and darkness mingled, thunder roared and rain poured down.

In the fleeting flash of lightning, people seemed to see a figure in the sky with three heads and eight arms, holding the sun, moon, bow and arrow, golden spear, golden bell, shield, and sword.

"Thunder, summon it!"

(End of this chapter)