Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 600 The Massacre of the Clan
"A sharp blade cleaves through the clouds at Yangguan Pass, a white-clad figure treads through the snow to ascend the perilous peak."

"Next sentence... Next sentence... Let's test Yingqi."

Li Yingqi was exasperated. He had agreed to include his name in the poem's title, but after adding the character "Qing," his talent seemed to end there. This was too much of a rip-off.

Let's hurry up and finish this righteous massacre, then retreat as soon as possible.

This place is really not comfortable.

The two of them, master and disciple, traveled westward, crossing mountains and rivers, and finally set foot on the Tibetan Plateau.

This trip is to subdue demons and monsters. The Tibetan demon sects dare to hunt down the righteous heroes of Baoan Hall. They are truly going against the heavens!

If we don't slaughter a bunch of his heads, will they really think there are no heroes left in Jiangnan?

Moreover, the way these two acted brought a unique scene to the plateau region.

The scenery here is completely different from that of the Central Plains. The sky is a clear, deep blue, and the white clouds hang low, seemingly within reach.

The wind on the plateau is initially sharp and pure, carrying a refreshing chill.

As for the feeling of spiritual purification, there was none at all; only the primal stench of blood and the power of fanatical faith.

The journey was far from peaceful, with countless demonic monks, minor demons, and major demons along the way.

Apathetic ordinary people, domineering leaders, and extravagant and licentious kings.

Greed, lust, and gloating breed murder and strife; the world is a battlefield of words and a sea of ​​trouble—a stark reality indeed.
In places like these, faith is stronger and the distinction between good and evil is blurred.

The scenario of being attacked after trying to help someone has happened more than once, causing Master Qing to transform into the Little Qing King on the spot.

He led Li Yingqi, killing as they went. His green robes were stained with blood, and the Gan Jiang and Mo Xie swords in his hands blazed with demonic light.

Fortunately, Baoantang's infiltration style has always been secretive, and their cleanup work is quite professional, which prevented their news from spreading quickly.

Even so, the two dared not relax in the slightest and quickened their pace, heading straight for the lair of the Tibetan Demon Sect.

"Master, it's there."

Li Yingqi pointed to a strange cluster of buildings in the distant valley, her purple and green twin swords trembling slightly at her waist, emitting a faint hum.

This is because it sensed overwhelming evil energy and endless resentment.

Xiaoqing narrowed her eyes, a glint of light flashing in her pupils, as a putrid stench filled the air. The chanting of Buddhist prayers carried an eerie, malevolent energy.

Then a bead was thrown into the air, reflecting the distant scenery.

Skulls piled up like mountains, bones formed a forest. Human hair was matted into felt, human flesh rotted into dust. Truly, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, white bones piled high like mountains.

Looking out, it was truly a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, indeed reeking of filth. To the east, novice monks were taking living people and butchering them; to the west, wicked demons were boiling and cooking human flesh.

These must be the raw materials used by the demonic sects; it's chilling.

The cave was used to raise a large number of prey, who were in a daze and had almost no intelligence.

There is also a sandy sea and a large number of poisonous substances, which are the raw materials for refining soft red sand.

As someone who is very tactically astute, King Xiaoqing would not underestimate a demonic sect. After waiting for half a day, he captured a young lama and used his methods to interrogate him.

Under the purple flames of the Douluo Continent, the opponent was so frightened that he wet himself on the spot and confessed everything while trembling.

Only then did we realize how powerful the Poison Dragon Venerable was.

According to him, there are 5,000 novice monks in the sect in the south, 5,000 in the north, 10,000 at the east entrance, and 10,000 at the west entrance; there are also countless fire-starters and woodcutters: in total, there are 47,000 to 48,000.

There are hundreds of red-robed monks who have entered the monastic order, making them a powerful force known to everyone within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The Venerable One possessed extraordinary supernatural powers; he once used a ten-thousand-foot-long soft red sand to wash away the blood of three disobedient foreign kingdoms, bringing back tens of thousands of sacrificial offerings. Several surrounding holy kings were also subservient to him, receiving whatever they desired.

In short, everyone knows that entering the Demonic Sect is a matter of life and death, and without cultivation talent, one may become food. Yet, people still come in droves to become disciples, just to snatch a spot where they can eat people.

After all, the outside world isn't a good place either, so there's still some hope here.

The master and disciple exchanged bewildered glances. They hadn't expected the demon, whom Changmei and Xu Xuan had casually assigned, to possess such power, nor had they anticipated that this fellow had some influence.
It makes sense that the Demonic Sect has taken root here; it's part of the local ecosystem.

The master and apprentice found this kind of ecosystem hard to accept and ultimately decided that they couldn't keep it.

Li Yingqi gripped the sword hilt tightly: "Master, should we just charge in?"

Master Qing waved his hand and said, "Who are we? We're wealthy, upright people."

To be rich, you need firepower!

She took out a bottle, which was full of inferior lightning balls that she had refined some time ago.

During the Battle of Jingzhe, she used her sister's power to trap King Jinba, but in doing so, she also trapped herself. If she did not complete the refinement of the Thirty-Six Thunder Formation, she would be imprisoned at the bottom of West Lake indefinitely.

During this period of dedicated study, he persevered in researching Gui Water Yin Thunder, but ultimately failed after countless attempts.

The art of lightning is far too profound and unpredictable. Even with the secret refining method at hand and the ability to consult powerful figures at any time, it is impossible to succeed.

In the end, all that was obtained were many byproducts with mediocre power and almost no stability.

"Throw it away, as much as you want."

Following the CEO's speech, the Tibetan Demon Sect experienced a deadly bombardment from the Central Plains.

"Thunderous Prison", "Thunder Shakes the Nine Heavens", "Thunderous Might", "Five Thunderbolts Strike the Top".
This sudden bombing was indeed very effective, shattering all the red sand array nodes buried in the soil.

Thunder magic is the most effective against evil spirits.

The thousands upon thousands of novice monks were blown away and fled in terror, as if they had witnessed the wrath of the gods and their punishment.

Everyone living here is guilty, but no one wants to die. After being bombed for a long time, there was absolutely no decent resistance.

The two assassins also took advantage of the thunder's cover to storm into this hell on earth.

The red-robed lamas have all been reduced to nothingness by the Yin-Yang Dust Array in the Great Snow Mountain. How can the disciples left behind here fight against the righteous army?

The blue banner was the first to crash down onto the highest peak, followed by divine thunder clearing the way and purple flames protecting them as they charged into battle with great fanfare.

They practically rammed through the gates of the Tibetan Demon Sect and charged straight towards its core.

"Remnants of the Demonic Sect, prepare to die!"

Both master and apprentice were flamboyant, and with no one to restrain them, they naturally did whatever made them look cool.

However, a dozen or so fierce Tibetan monks surged in from all directions, some carrying bone staffs, others shaking leather drums, and chanting evil incantations.

The ground began to undulate, as if countless things were about to burst forth from the earth.

These are all junior members of the Demonic Sect who have just made their way in the world, and they have a heartfelt desire to protect this hell on earth.

After suffering so much and enduring so much hardship, just as the harvest season was about to begin, the sect was about to be destroyed?

The sunk costs were so high that they could not accept them.

Then the group of demonic monks saw the light.

Four beams of light pierced through the high ground, making their hands and feet numb and filling them with fear.

(End of this chapter)