Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 623 Fate is wonderful
A chaotic vortex rippled deep within his pupils, each line churning with the most filthy obsessions of all living beings.

It seems they intend to drag this human into the demonic path and ruthlessly torment him.

The idea was good; even that human agreed and praised it, saying, "Good stuff, very nourishing."

The turbid obsession was captured by the White Lotus Heart Sutra and poured entirely into Shengxie.

Once the Sword of Evil had tasted the delicious food, it became unstoppable and began to actively absorb it, quickly clearing away the black tide.

Of course, all of this is just the prelude.

As the cracks on the stone tablet multiplied, a small piece of the bright red tablet was finally broken off, signaling the start of the main course.

In the blink of an eye, the world had turned as dark as night, and the dark clouds had spread to the city near the foot of Qinxi Mountain.

The people of Donghai County, unlike the people of Qiantang, were not battle-hardened and were already alarmed by the might of Heaven. They looked at the sky in fear as the muffled thunder grew more and more intense, as if war chariots were rolling over their heads.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves.

"Spring thunder without rain?"

"There must be a monster involved."

"I heard there's a giant snake in the neighboring county, hundreds of feet long, that blots out the sky. Could it be here too?"

A thunderous roar resounded through the sky, and a bright white light illuminated the terrified faces of the crowd.

This also triggered a calamity involving the artifact.

A sudden, intense stench, like the putrid smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp piled up for days, mixed with the musty smell of damp earth, filled my nostrils.

The little girl in red suddenly appeared at the edge of the fire, tilting her head, a strange smile on her grayish-blue face, her mouth almost splitting to her ears.

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, like rotten fruit soaked in honey: "It's too dangerous here... Come with me..."

The seductive power surged like a tide, as if countless tiny hands were tugging at everyone's sleeves and trouser legs, even trying to pry open their eyelids and forcefully instill the idea of ​​"going with her."

Unfortunately, this isn't a modern, eerie fairy tale theater, so this kind of look doesn't offer any power boost.

Xiahou Jian sneered, flicking his sword to sever the invisible, bewitching threads that were binding him.
"You mere little demon dare to play tricks on me, your master?"

The little girl in red froze, her skin quickly lost its color, turning ashen and deathly pale, and the whites of her eyes rolled back, leaving only tiny black pupils the size of pinpoints.

"If you won't listen to a polite toast... you'll have to drink the penalty cup..."

The sound suddenly became sharp, like a fingernail scraping against an iron plate.

The next second, he was stabbed to death by Ji Rui with a small knife.

Although the Self-Disciplined Knife is incredibly powerful, capable of neutralizing almost any force, the fact that this demon was killed so easily suggests it's rather insignificant in the face of the weapon tribulation.

It's definitely not presentable.

Demon Child is a local demon from the southeastern coastal region. His favorite pastime is abducting children. Although his name contains the words "demon god" and sounds powerful, the "child" at the end reveals his true level of power.

Xu Xuan, a recognized bigwig in both the righteous and demonic paths, knew at a glance that the power of this thing originated from a small monster born from collective fear and anxiety.

The more the public cares about it, the stronger it becomes.

However, the monsters born from this kind of "interpretive myth" also mean that their numbers are extremely large.

"Swish..."

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the mountains and forests, withered branches snapped, and fallen leaves fluttered in the air.

Hundreds and thousands of demon children emerged from all directions. Some looked like withered old men, while others resembled pale children. They were all dressed in tattered red clothes, with bluish-gray skin and the same eerie smile on their lips.

They spoke in unison, their voices overlapping into a chilling chorus:
"Come with me...come with me..."

The power of bewitching surged, crashing down on the crowd like a monstrous wave.

Zao snorted coldly, his righteous aura protecting him, and the bewitching power dissipated as soon as it approached; Ning Caichen closed his eyes and concentrated, and the strings of his Seven Emotions and Six Desires vibrated, cutting off the noise invading his sea of ​​consciousness; Ji Rui didn't need to do anything, he was self-contained, and the bewitching power was like hitting an iron wall, rebounding one after another.

Xiahou was the most direct. With a wild laugh, his sword flashed like lightning, instantly slicing the three closest demon cubs into six pieces! "You pretentious charlatans, do you even dare to block my way?!"

The demons finally tore off their disguises, letting out piercing screams, and rushed in like a tidal wave!
The war breaks out!

Since Zao had no sword at this moment, his fists moved like dragons.

Each strike carried a righteous energy capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks; the demon boy crumbled upon contact, turning into black smoke and dissipating.

Ning Caichen flicked his fingers in rapid succession, transforming his seven emotions and six desires into invisible sound blades. Wherever they passed, enemies fell like wheat being harvested, vanishing into nothingness before even hitting the ground.

Ji Rui's blade flashed like water, each strike seemingly random yet precisely hitting the enemy's weak points. His swordplay was continuous and relentless, leaving no one able to withstand a single blow.

Xiahou Jian was the most frenzied killer, his sword energy crisscrossing like a storm, leaving blood and flesh flying everywhere he went, and severed limbs flying all over the sky.

Having just experienced a great battle in the underworld, this kind of war is nothing compared to what's to come.

Fortunately, there were enough demon children to keep them all alive. Otherwise, this battle would have ended much sooner.

The slain corpses rotted rapidly when no one was watching, turning into a foul-smelling black mist that gradually enveloped the battlefield, obscuring vision and corroding spiritual energy.

The little girl in red stood at the edge of the battlefield, smiling sinisterly. Her figure appeared and disappeared intermittently, as if she could appear behind anyone at any moment to deliver a fatal blow.

That's the killer move.

Although its individual combat power is not strong, once this black mist is deployed, it represents a group-wide ultimate attack that cuts off all chance of survival.

Little did they know that this was precisely what the people present were most satisfied with, because the battlefield was easy to clean up.

There wasn't even a trace of blood. You're a true environmentalist. You really did your best, worthy of being called a local demon.

The four men dispersed to kill, leaving Xu Xuan alone by the fire to continue hammering the stone tablet.

As the stone tablet shattered, pure energy enveloped the surrounding area for several feet, preventing any demons from getting close.

But at the very end, he suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked behind him.

The mere demon child is certainly not the final tribulation; what is destined to come will come.

What's more, the one who came happened to be the very demon he had been wanting to kill recently.

Fate, amazing.

His eyes, radiating Buddhist light, had already pierced through the void. He shouted, "Come out!"

The Great Thunderous Roar was like a thunderclap on flat ground, its fierce and domineering power sweeping in all directions, shaking the evil and heretical forces.

The void surged like a tide, and the demons hiding within emerged, bearing the damage, seemingly surprised that their whereabouts had been exposed.

"What a keen eye! There are so many geniuses in the Pure Land School."

"But if the divine sword is unwilling to emerge, why force it?"

“How can Buddhism form such a connection? It would be better to put it into the fire of the earth and wait for the destined person to come out hundreds of years later before it is reborn.”

"What does the master think?"

An aged female voice appeared there, and then her true form was revealed.

The newcomer was no more than four feet tall, thin and withered, almost like a zombie. His head was shaped like a dove, his face was as black as ink, and his pair of blue eyes gleamed with a fierce light.

A black veil covered her entire body, making her appear like smoke or mist, and her exposed hands and feet resembled bird claws.

He held a dove-shaped staff in his left hand, its eyes gleaming, and colorful smoke occasionally billowing from its mouth.

Despite his fierce appearance, he possessed the air of a master. Even his words were well-reasoned, as if he genuinely cared for the other person's well-being.

But the Holy Father didn't care about this hypocritical greeting at all.

"Lord of the Naked Sect, do you still remember the Sword Immortal of the East Sea!"

(End of this chapter)