Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 748 New Black Mountain

They are collectively known as the "Boundless Ghost Kings," and they don't even deserve to have a name.

Qilicha himself is a very prominent figure in the Ksitigarbha Sutra, with a few more words added to the description. He just squats on the outside watching the special effects.

Back then, even the 880 were just lowly underlings standing at the back.

Three demon kings stood atop the bronze pillars of the Sixth Prison, closely monitoring the unusual activity in the outer sea.

The projection of the Black Mountain Demon stretched across the sky, and the hollowed-out mountain body faintly emitted a blazing golden light, like the embers of a great sun.

"Within the hole... there are remnants of the power of the Great Sun."

The Three-Eyed Demon King reported in a deep voice, blood gushing from the gilded vertical pupil on his forehead, yet he still stared intently into the distance.

Can't bear to look directly at it? Then look directly at it while bleeding!

The Four-Eyed Demon King's grid-like eyes were also streaked with blood and tears, but his voice was as calm as a machine:

"The nature of magical power has changed, and new power fluctuations have emerged."

The legacy of the Netherworld Cult Master... it really is real!

At the bottom, the Five-Eyed Demon King bled from all five orifices, but its vertical pupil at its throat was narrowed to a slit.

"It's just a bluff."

It is strong, but it is far from being able to crush all living beings!

This clashes with the other side's claim of unifying the underworld; the Black Mountain Demon shouldn't be that foolish.

Just as the three ghost kings were exchanging information, a wisp of bluish-white mist quietly drifted over the base of the execution pillar.

At first it was as thin as gauze, but within a few breaths it became as thick as paste.

"Something's wrong!"

The Three-Eyed Demon King's golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and all three eyes simultaneously felt a sharp pain!

This fog... is eroding my vision!

"poisonous!"

The four heterochromatic pupils of the Four-Eyed Demon King spun wildly, as if covered by frosted glass.

The Five-Eyed Demon King is the most pitiful—each of his five eyes is looking in its own direction, and he can't even piece together a complete field of vision!
Thick fog billowed, and a figure with a blue face and fangs stepped out.

"King Kilimanjaro?!"

The three-eyed demon king's golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, which were still wet with blood and tears.

It wasn't long ago...

"I am Qilicha, a protector of Buddhism!"

Qilicha interrupted sharply, his bone claws slamming heavily onto the execution pillar, causing the bronze pillar to vibrate and hum.

While emphasizing the professional title, he didn't forget to glance at the mist behind him out of the corner of his eye—the Demon King was watching!
The Five-Eyed Demon King's throat twitched violently, while its other four eyes darted around wildly.

To be finished!

It blocked the three and four eyes that wanted to argue, its bulky body bending into a difficult bow:
"Your Excellency, please forgive us! We will leave the Sixth Hell immediately..."

A fawning smile squeezed out of the ashen corpse's face, and two streams of murky tears even rolled down its chin and eyes:

"We swear! We will never reveal your presence!"

Qilicha laughed heartily.

We are all prominent ghost kings, why act like children?

Wu Mu did not explain that these were the blood and tears he shed as a backlash from when he was spying on Black Mountain; instead, he repeatedly echoed the other party's sentiments.

As long as you let me go today, whatever you say is right.

Unfortunately, Qi Licha had spent a long time hanging around Baoan Hall and was unlikely to act impulsively.

"Hmph! You little brats really think the Sixth Hell is some kind of benevolent place where you can come and go as you please?!"

The environment has undergone drastic changes.

The fog became thick and blood-like, and each breath felt like inhaling molten lead.

The golden pupils on the forehead of the Three-Eyed Demon King throbbed violently as it discovered wisps of black energy seeping from the mist—these were the physical manifestations of resentment, ruthlessness, and terror. The three poisonous energies coiled around the limbs of the three demon kings as if they were living beings.

"Sa-sa-sa-sa"

The sound of scales rubbing against the underworld came from all directions, carrying a kind of ancient malice that instantly clouded the emerald pupils in the palm of the Four-Eyed Ghost King.

A shadow, darker than the night itself, moved through the thick fog, its presence sending chilling, domineering energy through the ground. The sound of chains clanging filled the air, along with a pervasive aura of resentment, ruthlessness, and terrifying poison.

Even the ground beneath my feet seemed to radiate endless despair and misfortune.

"Twelve-eyed, heaven-piercing divine light!"

At the critical moment of life and death, the three ghost kings formed a formation back to back.

The three-eyed ghost king's golden pupils, the four-eyed ghost king's four eyes, and the five-eyed ghost king's five eyes all burst forth with extraordinary brilliance, and twelve streams of light intertwined to form the Demon-Slaying Divine Ring.

This was their combined divine power, unused for a thousand years; wherever the light passed, the mist melted away like snow meeting boiling oil.

However, after the light faded, the three ghost kings were frozen in place.

Beyond the fog lies a scene more hellish than hell itself.

Then I fell into deep despair.

The Sixth Prison before them was no longer the familiar place they knew.

The black earth cracked, and magma surged like blood vessels; chains formed a forest, each one entwined with howling karmic demons; foul language floated in the air, solidifying into tangible black incantations.

The eight sufferings and five poisons of human life began to invade.

Greed, anger, and ignorance lead to old age, sickness, and death. Those who are ignorant of reason, unable to distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, and prone to wrongdoing and wicked actions will engage in all sorts of evil deeds.

Foul language, deafening noise, madness and death—the karmic demons, possessing all three poisons, are venting their inner joy.

Thirty thousand wild ghosts and thirty thousand demonic souls, dragging chains of karmic fire, glared menacingly at the three ghosts, their mouths watering.

A dark blue python slithered across the land, its blood-red eyes gazing down at the ants below.

The demonic monk stood atop the high platform, observing everything with pure malice in his eyes.

"Who...who are you?!"

The four eyes of the Four-Eyed Demon King spun wildly, and its voice was distorted with fear.

The demonic monk on the high seat chuckled softly, a sound that gave the ghost an eerie sense of familiarity.

"us?"

"It's the New Black Mountain Army, you idiots."

His tone was as gentle as if he were discussing tonight's vegetarian meal, yet it sent the Three Demon Kings plummeting into an icy abyss.

Qilicha grinned maliciously and stepped forward, his bone claws pointing at the three demons:

"The three brothers always come and go together, right?"

"It's three against one when facing one person, and it's still three against one when facing a thousand troops, right?"

It suddenly waved its hand, and the chains of karmic fire rattled loudly:
"Now—please come up."

"Roar--!!!"

Sixty thousand karmic demon souls surged forward like a blood-red tide, instantly engulfing the three figures. The dazzling divine light unleashed by the three demon kings in their desperate struggle flickered only a few times before being extinguished like a candle in the wind.

Only the mournful echo of "Black Mountain—Black Mountain—" lingered in the air for a long time.

Xu Xuan rolled up his sleeves and returned to the territory of E'tu.

He bent down and wrote eight blood-red characters on the ground: "Those who offend my Black Mountain will be killed without end."

Every stroke is imbued with an overbearing will; any ghost that passes by can see the phantom of Black Mountain roaring within the characters.

Now the entire underworld knows who did it.

The group then ambushed several demon kings from Mount Luofu, and the scene was still very intense.

After pulling off two more heists, Xu Xuan announced with some regret, "Let's call it a day and head to Jambudvipa."

Qi Licha panicked: "My lord, Tao Zhishan's things haven't been dealt with yet!"

Xiaoqing shook her head, thinking that this protector was a bit silly.

Do you understand the concept of separating from loved ones?

The Five Ghost Emperors' dojos suffered no losses except for the East, so the alliance cannot be strengthened.

You still need to learn military strategy.

The Justice Squad left behind a Sixth Prison riddled with holes and Black Mountain, already unjustly accused before even landing, and headed straight for their final destination.

Jambudvipa, here we come!
(End of this chapter)