Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 810 Punishing the Dark Side
However, his past sins of bullying men and women could not be atoned for, so he was imprisoned and later sent to the river to perform corvée labor, where he died during the Dragon Boat Festival when the city was besieged by the five poisonous creatures.

An ordinary person experienced such a legendary life without even knowing it; one can only say that the forces of the times are carrying a massive amount of silt and sand along with them.

After his death, he was imprisoned in the Sixth Prison and tortured for a hundred years.

The scene of being engulfed by the poisonous fog of the Dragon Boat Festival while in prison is still vivid in my mind; little did I know that the real nightmare would begin after death.

"Zizzi."

Suddenly, a charred piece of "skin" fell off the ghost, revealing the newly formed soul within. Zhang San stared blankly at his transforming ghostly body, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed wildly. The pain branded into his soul by the copper pillar had now transformed into the purest fuel of resentment.

The surrounding scenery resembled the apocalypse:

Hundreds of bronze pillars leaned precariously, like candles overturned by a giant;
The cowardly ghost was still wailing on the pillar, emitting a burnt smell like roasted meat;

And many more "tough guys" like him are greedily breathing in the air of freedom.

"Lord Heishan is extremely kind and benevolent!"

Zhang San suddenly knelt before the towering demon god, his forehead slamming heavily into the underworld. He could feel the power bestowed upon him flowing through his newly reborn ghost body—a hundred times stronger than in life, hotter than the flames of hell!

"Black Mountain! Black Mountain! Black Mountain!"

The frenzied shouts swept through the underworld like a tsunami. From the bronze pillar forest of the sixth great prison to the blood pool of the eighteenth level of hell; from the mass grave of Beiyin Mountain to the steps of the Ten Kings Hall—the howls of countless vengeful ghosts were shaking the very foundation of the netherworld.

Zhang San stood at the forefront of the ghost tide, his soul completely transformed: his entire body was covered in bluish-black rock armor, and three sharp bone spurs protruded from his back, each tip writhing with crimson flames. He and the other transformed evil spirits were spontaneously forming a new vanguard battalion of the Black Mountain Army.

This is a more terrifying lineup than it was hundreds of years ago!

The major powers of the underworld were all shaken.

All the ghosts realized that the Black Mountain Demon who had returned this time was different.

It not only shatters the rules of hell, but also plants a kind of "seed" in the souls of evil spirits—each of those transformed ghost soldiers carries a terrifying mountain aura.

"Three years."

The Black Mountain Demon's form suddenly spoke, its voice shaking the ruins of the City of the Wrongfully Dead, causing dust to fall. All the ghosts fell silent, awaiting their king's declaration of his will.

"For the past three years, someone..."

Montenegro is issuing a declaration, attempting to give its return the best possible ending.

But the changes in the underworld were presented in a way that it could not have imagined at all.

"Now that you've stepped into the limelight, shouldn't you demand an explanation for your actions and conspiracies over the past three years?"

On Mount Baizhong in the west.

The skull cup in the hand of the Great Anathapindika King suddenly shattered, and blood wine splattered onto the hideous demon face.

Three faces contorted simultaneously, and six arms outstretched in fury. Behind them, the Blood Moon Wheel spun wildly, turning the entire mountain crimson.

Crimson fiery clouds appeared beneath their feet.

Although he practiced Buddhism, he had an eccentric temperament.

It had already broken into the Yin-Yang Dharma King's dojo back then, and today it would go and see how capable Black Mountain, who had inherited the Netherworld Sect Master's skills were!

Crimson fiery clouds soared into the sky, with thirty-two demon kings behind them like stars surrounding the moon.
King Daqilishi waved a banner made of human bones, and thousands of vengeful spirits wailed on its surface; King Daqilicha stood on a two-headed corpse dragon, its eyes dripping corrosive venom; King Anata even tore off his own ribs, which transformed into a giant white bone axe.
Dark, red and black clouds obscured half of the Netherworld, and even the River of Oblivion boiled wherever they passed.

As the Black Mountain Demon, who was reorganizing his army, seemed to sense something, countless rock pupils suddenly opened on the surface of the mountain—

Ok?
Are they here to celebrate?

Coincidentally, on Baodu Mountain in the center.

Suddenly, the mountain surged like boiling water, and countless distorted faces appeared and disappeared on the rock face.

The true form of the Demon King—that constantly collapsing and expanding aggregate of rules—was emitting a chilling shriek.

"Hehe.Black Mountain"

Its voice sometimes sounded like a baby crying, sometimes like an old woman's snarling, and finally settled on a hoarse voice that was neither male nor female: "I wonder how much power the sect leader's legacy still has left. Why don't we go and share it?"

This is not a suggestion, but an order.

Countless twisted monsters sprang out from the rocks below, including the Great Demon King, the Thousand-Eyed Demon King, the Beast-Eating Demon King, the Stone-Bearing Demon King, and others, all responding to the call.

This lineage consists entirely of rule-based ghost kings, none of whom possess physical form and are incapable of any further advancement.

As for his temperament, he naturally became abnormal at a very young age.

Adding to the fact that they have a grudge against the other side for plundering the Scattered Calamity Ghost King, then don't blame them for coming out in full force!
The Demon King suddenly collapsed into a bolt of black lightning, corroding and scorching the very space it passed through. The entire Baodu Mountain rose from the ground, transforming into a massive, sky-covering tidal wave of demons that surged towards the Sixth Prison—

Only then did Montenegro realize something was wrong; this didn't seem to be a celebration.
boom! ! ! ! ! ! !
Six loud bangs echoed in the underworld, drawing it to look north.

The entire Northern Ghost Emperor's Daoist temple was trembling violently.

The Demon King leaned lazily on his throne, casually toying with the six Netherworld Seals floating in mid-air.

"open."

With a casual command, the gates of Luo Feng Palace opened simultaneously for six days.

The six minor hells manifested, carrying with them the Heavenly Palaces of Zhou Jue Yin, Tai Sha Liang Shi Zong, Ming Chen Nai Fan Wu Cheng, Tian Zhao Zui Qi, Zong Ling Qi Fei, and Gan Si Lian Wan Lu.

Six ghost kings, each with a different appearance, arrived on the eerie wind and made their decision after exchanging a few words.

Regardless of whether the previous incident at Zhoujue Yintian Palace was the work of Heishan, now that they have appeared, let's go together to punish them.

"Then..." "Let's go and see how it goes."

When the allied forces of the Six Heavenly Palaces took to the sky, the celestial phenomena of the entire Netherworld began to become chaotic.

As expected of the Lord of Consumption Ghosts, he fully embodies his true nature.

With the central, western, and northern regions already in action, the remaining eastern and southern Ghost Emperor's dojos will also follow suit.

Suddenly, ten thousand peaches bloomed on Peach Blossom Mountain, under the rule of the Eastern Ghost Emperor, while towering ghost fires rose from Mount Luofu, where the Southern Ghost Emperor resided, and all the ghost generals of the seventy-two departments had come out in full force.

Although they can't be considered to be of the same blood, eliminating a ruler of the underworld would be entirely beneficial and harmless, so it's a feasible option.

Even from Jambudvipa, many ghost kings flew in.

It's truly a show of the world uniting to punish Black Mountain!

The Black Mountain Demon, who was laughing heartily as he gathered the Black Mountain Army, could no longer laugh.

Rocks began to fall softly from the mountainside. It gazed at the ever-growing number of terrifying figures gathering outside the Sixth Prison, and the crimson in its rocky eyes froze.
Damn it, did I break some kind of divine law?
"Is it really necessary to unseal just a bronze pillar of hell?"

A harsh, grinding sound emanated from inside the mountain, like a million teeth fighting.

Zhang San and his newly recruited ghost soldiers were terrified. Just a moment ago they were basking in the joy of their sudden surge in power, but now they were like lambs thrown into a pack of wolves—all around them were gaping, blood-red mouths drooling.

In an instant, the area outside the Sixth Great Prison had changed completely.

A somber cloud hangs over the underworld, a chilling aura of killing intent locks in the netherworld. Demons laugh in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, and blood swirls beneath the Bridge of Helplessness.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar resounded, shaking the mountain of knives and the tree of swords violently. From all directions, countless demon kings surged forth. How so? A poem testifies to this:

Red hair, blue face, massive mouth, fangs; bronze head, iron forehead, eyes burning. Steel forks sway, stars dim; sharp blades flash, ghostly howls echo.

This one once devoured the flesh of a thousand, that one was accustomed to stripping the robes of ten thousand souls. The underworld has amassed a torrent of sin, awaiting only the command of the King of Hell.

Some had blue faces and fangs, eyes like lanterns; some had long tongues hanging down to their chests, fingernails like hooks; some rode skeletal horses, their eyes burning with ghostly fire; some stood on skulls, each step accompanied by a mournful wail. Truly:

Where the eerie winds sweep, demonic soldiers gather; their armor clangs, and ghostly flames flicker. Millennia of resentment solidify into weapons; a thousand years of karmic debt transforms into banners.

The Great Anathapindika King went out alone, brandishing his spear and rebuking Black Mountain.

As a powerful ghost king who was devoted to Buddhism, although he had a bad temper, he was considered one of the more cultured ghost kings, so he tried to be polite first and then resort to force.

"Bah!"

"Black Mountain Demon, you are unworthy of being the overlord of the underworld."

"It's one thing to be unable to beat a monk from the mortal realm, but to bully the weak and fear the strong!"

“Through design methods, he secretly instructed his subordinates to plunder my Qilishi King and Qilicha King of Bazhong Mountain.”

"You have no shame!"

Montenegro:"."

A look of confusion and bewilderment appeared on the majestic and imposing Dharma image.

what are you saying?
I could do it, and even want to do it, but I haven't done it yet.
You're framing me? Do you really think I, Heishan, am some nobody?
Besides, why would so many ghost kings be needed to seek revenge on just two ghost kings?
For a moment, it didn't know how to explain, so it could only try to put aside its pride as a returning king and express its attitude in the most sincere tone.

Just then, the evil demon king of Baodu Mountain in the center appeared beside the Great Anathapindika in thousands of phantom images.

Countless mouths opened and closed simultaneously, pointing at Black Mountain and questioning the whereabouts of their own Disaster King.

"But you filled it in at the foot of Wojiao Mountain?!"

Montenegro:"."

Its mountainside began to tremble suspiciously, not out of fear, but out of rage that it felt like it was about to crack open—what the hell was going on here!

Next, the Ghost King, the master of Luofeng Mountain, the Northern Ghost Emperor's dojo, also published a nonsensical manifesto.

King Helü of Wu did some work in spreading human culture at the Jueyin Heaven Palace of King Zhou.

Even after death, a ghost king used this as an excuse to seek revenge, and even came up with some ridiculous remarks.

The remaining leaders from the East and South exchanged a glance and could only say, "Me too."

Even the ghosts from Iron Mountain in Jambudvipa said that they had lost several spirits, most likely kidnapped by Black Mountain.

The more Heishan listened, the angrier he became.

"Enough!!!"

The roar shook the Sixth Prison, causing rocks to fall in a flurry. At that moment, it finally understood what it meant to be "unable to defend itself."

Scanning the murderous horde of enemies in the sky, a myriad of emotions surged within him.

Okay, I see now.

What do you mean by losing your own Ghost King? What do you mean by remote control conspiracy? What do you mean by demanding that I release my divine soul so you can search Black Mountain?

It's nothing more than you all teaming up to try and get a share of my profits.

Since that's the case!!!

Let's do it first and then talk about it!
At worst, I'll just go overseas for another hundred years and then deal with you all!
The war in the underworld is about to break out.

(End of this chapter)