Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 625 A Hero's Journey Across the World

Unexpectedly, Xu Xuan tossed it to Zao without hesitation.

"You, hold on."

Zao-kun: ?

The Holy Father is certainly not lacking in benevolence and righteousness, but he knows his own family members well, and he is still a little short of being able to command divine soldiers.

Moreover, it's somewhat unfair to force the divine weapon to be created.

Let the apprentice suffer the last bit of hardship.

As Zao hugged the cold stone pillar, looking down at the colossal claw pressing down on his head and the frenzied demons blazing with green flames rushing around him like madmen, he suddenly felt immense pressure.

How am I supposed to defend myself against this? By swinging a stick?
"You have to polish the last bit of stone yourself. Don't you know the principle that a fine sword is forged through tempering?" Xu Xuan said, but he didn't care about his disciple's life or death. Zhanlu was not yet ready to be born. If he didn't do something earth-shattering, how could he gain recognition?

They've all died once, so they're bound to bear more responsibility.

Having said that, he focused all his attention back on himself, and his fighting spirit was concentrated between the righteous and the demonic, all under the shocked gaze of Jiupanpo.

Is it true that you don't care at all?

"My demonic claw is based on the 'Secret Demon Scripture of the Heavens,' and contains the origin and conversion methods from the 'Golden Light Scripture.' There is also a primordial spirit left in it to control itself. It draws its power from the primordial spirit, and ordinary experts cannot withstand it."

By absorbing the essence of both demonic and Buddhist paths, this supernatural power can remain in the world even after the person dies.

As expected of a master of the demonic sect, his supernatural powers and spells are indeed terrifyingly bizarre.

The naked cult leader said these things at this time in an attempt to shake the mind of the Pure Land monks with words, while also subtly pointing out that his disciples and subordinates were his weaknesses.

Who would have thought that this eminent monk of Pure Land Buddhism had already made up his mind.

He was never worried about the combined power of the three wonders; together they could tear a hole in the sky.

One is resurrected, one's story is unfinished, and one remains shrouded in mystery.

These three qualities are extremely rare, making one incredibly resilient.

The only one who might hold them back is the cool and awesome Xiahou swordsman who makes a grand entrance; the third male lead's fate is rather fragile.

But the swordsman's appearance was met with a crushing blow and he even went to hell. In the end, his fate was changed, so I wish him good luck.

So, whatever.

The most urgent tasks are those concerning the people and things at hand.

Snapped!
Put your hands together in prayer and recite the mantra.

Amitabha Buddha~~~

Then his murderous aura surged, and what followed was mainly a matter of personal grudges.

He assumed a boxing stance, his energy and spirit began to surge, and the power of his will even appeared in the void.

"Old witch!"

Even if the sky collapses and the earth crumbles, and the mountains and rivers are shattered, I will still kill you today!

He was saying things that were completely unbecoming of a monk, and his words were full of chivalrous spirit.

After all, even monks have the courage and boldness to fight back when they encounter injustice.

Golden light materialized from the void and covered his physical body, while a light of rage hung behind his head.

The power of Ksitigarbha, Avalokiteshvara, Mahakasyapa, the Eastern Dharma Protector Bodhisattva, and many other Buddhist luminaries began to bestow blessings.

A burst of golden light pierced the senses.

Amidst the deafening roar of thunder, one can hear the thunderous roar of the Yangtze River—the blood boiling. The earth-shaking shift of mountains and rivers—the bones clashing. The beating of war drums, stirring up fighting spirit—the heart pounding with fervor.

The eight classes of gods and dragons—devas, nagas, yakshas, ​​gandharvas, asuras, garudas, kinnaras, and mahoragas—have returned to their positions.

Acala, Rajagriha, Kundali, Yamantaka, and Vajrayaksa—the Five Great Wisdom Kings have returned to their positions.

The Father's doctrines and principles are converging and compressing. The surrounding space begins to distort.

The combined faith of all Buddhas formed a phantom of a Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss behind Xu Xuan—lotuses bloomed in the Seven Treasure Pond, the Eight Merits Water flowed gently, celestial maidens scattered flowers, and kalavinka birds sang.

The prelude alone was already astonishing, which Kumbhanda found extremely difficult to understand.

Fighting like this usually means it's a fight to the death.

It's normal for the demonic path to act this way, but those on the righteous path shouldn't be so resolute. They should at least say a few more words before discussing their determination to subdue demons and eliminate evil.

This process is incorrect!

Left with no other option, she could only ask, "Monk, Min Jianxian of the East Sea Goddess Palace has not set foot in the Central Plains for a long time and has no connection with the Pure Land Sect. Why is he doing this?!"

Why did it come to this? Yes, Xu Xuan and the nameless sword immortal had only met once, in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

But isn't that what chivalry is all about?

Though she died, her chivalrous spirit remains, worthy of being called a hero of the world. She deserves it, and I, Xu, naturally hold her in the highest esteem.

Therefore, the spirit of the word "chivalry" must be passed on.

Three cups of wine and a promise is made; the Five Sacred Mountains seem light as a feather. This too is chivalry.

Although the nameless swordsman was unaware of this, someone may have made up their mind to help him take revenge if given the chance.

It doesn't matter whether the dead know or not; what matters is whether the living will persevere.

So, under the guise of gods and Buddhas, they told stories of the human world.

"She is a good person, and I am a good person too."

"Then the bad guys will have to die."

"With this punch," Xu Xuan slowly raised his arm, the power of the entire Pure Land collapsing towards his fist, "I will guide you to rebirth."

boom!
Punch! Punch! Punch! The fist that subdues all evil!
The blissful world contained within the fist was so heavy that as the fist traveled through the world, it created ripples and the sound of shattering echoed endlessly.

The immense force generated rings of light, distorting the space-time within that small area.

Time and space froze, all things fell silent, and a glassy vacuum passage appeared where the fist passed.

The threat of death came so quickly and so decisively that Kumbhanda was horrified and could hardly accept it.

How can a monk be so arrogant? How can a monk disregard the lives of others? How can a monk be so murderous?

Before the fists arrived, the illusion created by the killing intent appeared.

In a daze, I returned to the Demon Palace of my master at Iron City Mountain. At that time, I was so weak that I was secretly harmed to the point where I had nowhere to go.

He sought death through the gates for forty-eight days and nights, enduring all kinds of suffering, terror, and danger.

At that time, what accompanied me was this fear that clung to me.

That monk is so fierce!
Breaking through the illusion, he had no choice but to summon the second method he had prepared for the Heavenly Tribulation: the Secret Demon Armor.

These are the most treasured magical artifacts among the three demonic scriptures, totaling nine pieces.

With divine armor on his body, intense and domineering demonic energy surged wildly in all directions, and demonic flames raged endlessly, carrying with them a powerful magic that could melt gold and boil iron, and corrode the soul and bones.

Its demonic flames are a ghastly green color and can continuously release a chilling aura. Its terrifying magic power can melt even the most powerful immortal swords and magical treasures into iron slag and fragments over time.

When they first attacked Mount Shu, Qi Shuming's Golden Blazing Sword was unparalleled. Only Jiupanpo, dressed in divine armor, could withstand it and even launch a counterattack.

It can be said to be one of the most precious treasures in the demonic path, no less than the Mysterious Pearl.

In the blink of an eye, nine pieces of the Mystic Demon Armor were donned, surrounded by nine layers of ghastly green demonic flames, forming an absolute defense.

Xu Xuan's fist collided violently with Jiupanpo's secret demonic armor!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar shook the three realms, and shockwaves swept across the eight wastelands in concentric circles.

The nine pieces of secret demonic armor on Jiupanpo's body simultaneously shone with a dazzling blood-red light: the Heavenly Net Demon Heart Armor revealed the faces of countless vengeful spirits, the Nine Nether Soul Devouring Boots shattered the space within a hundred feet, and the Myriad Poison Asura Belt spewed out poisonous mist that corroded golden immortals.
But at the very moment of contact with the fist—"Crack!"

Her withered old face contorted violently, and black blood spurted from her seven orifices. She couldn't believe that the secret demonic armor she had spent over a hundred years refining couldn't withstand the force of this punch.

"Junior!" she roared, forming a demonic incantation. Nine layers of demonic phantom appeared behind her, but Xu Xuan's fist suddenly changed!

The glass-like right arm suddenly became transparent, and the originally sacred Buddhist power was now mixed with a darker, deeper, more terrifying, purer, and more orthodox demonic power.

"break."

With a single, understated word, the fist's power erupts a second time!

My righteous path emphasizes chivalry, and my demonic path emphasizes chivalry even more.

"boom--"

Caught off guard, Jiupanpo was struck as if by an ancient divine mountain; her hunched body bent at an eerie angle, and the nine layers of demonic domain collapsed one after another. She flew backward like a blood-red meteor.

After crashing through seven mountain peaks, it plunged into the East China Sea, creating towering waves!

Ignoring the stunned group, Xu Xuan chased after them headed straight for the East Sea.

It is:

Clad in green, he bravely braved the raging waves; his demonic armor shattered as the tsunami surged high.

If you ask where a chivalrous heart leads, it is to slay the treacherous villain amidst ten thousand miles of vast waves!
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(End of this chapter)