Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 589 Fished Out a True Dragon

Amidst the discussions, a mountain was painstakingly pieced together.

Fortunately, the snow-covered mountain is a no-man's land, and the rain turned into snow, resulting in a heavy blizzard.

In a short while, a uniquely shaped snow-capped mountain stood in place.

With that, the finishing touches are complete.

Xu Xuan was planning to offer Bai some emotional support by praising the beauty of the snow-capped mountains with his extraordinary poetic talent, but she simply wouldn't listen.

When it came to poetry, she glared at the guy with her beautiful eyes.

"Hanwen, stop reciting poetry to me."

"I'm going to the South China Sea to retrieve something, so I won't be at West Lake anytime soon."

After Bai Suzhen finished speaking, she flew away.

She could tell Xu Xuan was curious about where they were going, but she couldn't tell him.

Because this time we are going to Mount Luojia in the South China Sea, which has been hidden away, and is the sacred site of Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The story of Changmei and Sanying Eryun gave me some inspiration, and it seems I have found a way to escape my love tribulations.

"Hahaha, it must be because your poem is bad."

"My sister praised the poem I wrote. That was quite unexpected."

The self-disclosure of the deputy hall master drew a pitying look from Xu. "Unexpected" is not a good word, little monster.

Next, Xiaoqing took the initiative to suggest not returning to Qiantang first, but instead taking her little apprentice to the plateau to subdue demons and bring justice and fairness to the people there.

What a perfectly legitimate reason! Even the little monster has learned this trick.

But the Holy Father was no ordinary man; he immediately guessed the other party's ulterior motives.

"Searching the house?"

"It is indeed a good time."

The Poison Dragon Venerable has fallen, and his three direct disciples have even surpassed their master. Even the formidable Eight Demons of Xichuan have all been killed by Li Yingqi.

In addition, with the hundreds of disciples here refined by the Yin-Yang Micro Dust Array, the Western Demonic Sect's mountain gates are wide open, and the interior is empty.

At most, there are a few ordinary disciples guarding the mountain; how could they be a match for the Water Lord of Taihu Lake and the Killing Star of Shu Mountain?

The Western Demonic Sect's headquarters, which has been operating for so long, must contain many treasures, which would be a rare and delicious feast for Vice Hall Master Qing.

If you don't become a householder, you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are.

She had to support Bao'an Hall and eight thousand Taihu demon soldiers, which put her under a lot of pressure.

Xu Xuan simply reminded him to be careful.

Besides the Poison Dragon Venerable's lineage, the Holy Kings also have many other esoteric sects on the plateau, so don't easily get into disputes with them.

Finally, it's essential to nip it in the bud.

Xiaoqing nodded knowingly; she did have that much understanding.

After saying that, he took Li Yingqi and flew towards the plateau region.

Yan Chixia, who was left with the task, knew very well that his job was to take the Qi siblings back to Qiantang to report for duty.

As the connecting point between the old and new Shushan, he also has a historical mission.

For example, it can earnestly recount the great achievements of Baoan Hall, showcase the organization's core values, and expound on the new Shushan concept, etc.

If you're not good at speaking, just leave it to Master Mao. He's been traveling the world for many years and is quite good at bluffing.

After everyone had left, Xu Xuan prepared to return to his physical body.

I don't know how far things have progressed in Dongye, but when it comes to ordinary people exorcising demons, it's definitely not as direct and brutal as it is here.

Before leaving, I looked at the newly formed snow-capped mountain and suddenly felt a touch of poetry when I thought of the departing Changmei, or rather, I wanted to send a blessing from afar.

The black sun surged violently, and the causal lines fluctuated wildly.

Gazing into the void, he began to carve with his hand as a brush.

“In the spring of the thirty-seventh year of Wenhe, I remember the poem given to me by the Patriarch Changmei.”

"The morning glow reflects the rising sun, and the wind whispers through the temples. The snow-capped mountains are eternally cold, and the Emei Peak shines alone."

How fitting! Hahahaha. The imagery of the poem, following an inexplicable trajectory, has flown into a secluded paradise.

There are over a hundred springs here, some flowing and some stagnant, the water scattered and dissipating, stretching for seventy or eighty li. Moreover, the mud and mire are so thick that it is impossible to walk on them or look at them closely. But from the high mountain below, they appear as bright as a constellation of stars.

Such a beautiful scene is like a paradise on earth, but in reality, it is a forbidden land where neither the righteous nor the demonic dare to set foot.

The cave on the north bank of the fairyland is the dojo of the Blood Demon, a fearsome creature.

A strong, fishy stench permeated the air. Countless sharp stalactites hung from the cave ceiling like fangs, dripping scarlet droplets that fell into the blood pool below, creating ripples.

The pool of blood churned, as if countless vengeful spirits were struggling and howling within it, emitting low, mournful cries.

Candlelight flickered around the cave walls, illuminating the dense scripture texts on the walls. These texts were not carved into the stone walls, but rather onto pieces of leather.

It is still trembling slightly, as if it has come back to life.

In this space where blood and darkness intertwine, the Long-Browed Immortal sits cross-legged in the void, his figure as steady as a mountain.

The Haotian Mirror in his hand emitted a milky white light, which contrasted sharply with the surrounding scarlet.

Suddenly, a thin thread flew out from the mirror and quietly disappeared into the space between the eyebrows.

He closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, a complex expression flashing across his face.

"Three heroes and two clouds. Shu Mountain."

Lost.

It also revealed that it was still alive, resulting in a huge loss.

He gave up the Purple and Green Twin Swords, abandoned the Shu Mountain Sect, and relinquished the Imperial Palace's Heavenly Talisman and True Edict. All of this was done to escape the original fate of Shu Mountain's destruction.

Unexpectedly, all their efforts were in vain, as someone had already collected all three heroes and one cloud.

"Xu Xuan."

The scene of his soul's fall, and the cause and effect, all flooded into his consciousness like a tide.

Long-browed is indeed a top expert; even when faced with Lady White's attack, he showed little fear.

So what if he's a true master of the Daoist tradition, a king among demons? As long as he hasn't become an immortal, it's fine for everyone to fight under the heavens.

Don't forget that he is a human, favored by the heavens.

The most troublesome one is that demonic monk; he seems to have an extremely unique influence on divination.

Their sudden appearance and sudden destruction meant that even with such an ingenious plan, their plan was utterly wrecked by the opponent's brutal tactics.

What's even more frightening is that there seems to be some unknown essence hidden within.

Originally, he used the Nanming Li Huo Sword to fish for luck, but instead he caught a real dragon.

This should be my second time fighting against this opponent, and the result is another defeat.

The situation of the Tao declining and the demons rising is indeed perilous.

Having such an enemy is definitely a calamity for humanity.

To become an immortal, one must undergo tribulations, and Xu Xuan's tribulation was his own.

The third time is when the final cloud enters the Dao and returns to its rightful place.

Although the other side has the advantage of timing and location this time, so what? My true abilities have not yet been revealed.

At this moment, the Little Star Sea shook, and the Blood Demon returned.

"Hahahaha, there's no master, master, senior brother at all?!!!!!"

Upon entering the cave, Deng Yin was dumbfounded. He had been wandering outside for a long time, and when he returned, he saw his nightmare sitting peacefully in front of him.

Didn't you ascend to heaven?
A thousand thoughts flashed through the Blood Demon's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. He immediately tried to escape from the Starry Sea.

Unfortunately, the long-browed man, who was prepared, used the Haotian Mirror to freeze him in place.

Then, with a hand seal, the entrance to the Little Starry Sea cave was instantly enveloped by earth, fire, water, and wind, cutting off its retreat.

"Junior brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

　I was out running errands today and didn't have as many as I planned, I'll make up for it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)