Because a Monk Asked Me Why I Came from the West

A surging cold current shot out, its Primal Qi almost reaching the peak of the Spirit Transformation level. The azure pillar of light instantly engulfed the Zhu Mei, annihilating the Netherfire and freezing her into a six-sided crystal pillar. Then, the cold current swept in all directions, changing the surrounding terrain and transforming it into a crystal-clear world of ice and snow.

"The Profound Ice Cannon is incredibly powerful, but unfortunately there's only one."

The girl put down the serpentine cannon, drew her crystal sword, and drew a long line in front of her, saying, "No one is allowed to cross this line. Those who violate it will be punished by heaven!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she swung her sword, and icy Sword Qi spread out in all directions. With the support of the environment, its power was multiplied, freezing dozens of Monster Race experts who tried to approach into ice sculptures.

"Woman, if you want to be arrogant, you'd better ask the judge of the Judging Official for his King of Hell's Decree first!"

A Monster Race with the lower half of a bull and the upper half of a human wielded a meteor hammer and smashed it towards the girl.

The girl moved lightly, avoiding the heavy blow, and slashed at the chain from the side with her One Sword. The Judging Official was delighted at the sight and was about to spin his meteor hammer to entangle the girl's sword with the iron chain before delivering a fatal blow.

Unexpectedly, the divine weapon was incredibly sharp, severing the iron chains with One Sword, giving them no chance to entangle. The Judging Official was caught off guard and tried to retreat, but it was too late. A flash of cold light appeared, and he was beheaded on the spot!

"You think you can kill me like this? How naive!"

The headless corpse sprang up, grabbed the head that was flying through the air, pressed it against its neck, and tried to reattach it.

Unexpectedly, a layer of ice crystals formed on the wound, preventing the head and neck from fitting together, and it was difficult to heal for a while.

Taking advantage of the moment, the girl swung her sword and cleaved the Judging Official into four pieces from top to bottom. A thick layer of ice crystals formed on the wound, and the cold air spread rapidly, quickly freezing the Judging Official into ice shards.

"Next, who?"

The young girl brandished her sword in a show of defiance; her imposing figure, combined with the frozen corpse that had just fallen to the ground, inspired awe.

The half-human, half-horse Examining Official and the half-human, half-goat Death-Questioning Official exchanged glances and nodded slightly. The two Monster Race generals were about to launch a joint attack when suddenly a fierce and malevolent Vicious Qi surged from behind, accompanied by a burly black shadow.

"Get the Laozi out of my way!"

Pan E, carrying a chilling aura of malevolence, wielded his spiked club with overwhelming force, smashing anyone who stood in his way into a shower of flesh. The Arhat Demon-Subduing Formation was shattered, and more than ten martial monks were killed in a single blow, along with eight Monster Race experts. Pan E showed no mercy to his fellow clansmen.

"Die! Fierce Spirit Devours Buddha!"

The spiked club swirled with a dark, malevolent current, causing even frozen vegetation to wither and lose its vitality. The numerous afterimages transformed into black clouds, blotting out the sun, and the chilling aura, like an avalanche from above, crashed down upon the girl.

Facing a powerful enemy whose cultivation surpassed her own, the girl showed no fear. She removed the tortoise-shell shield from her back, spun around, and it seemed as if flower petals were blooming, covering her entire body. At the same time, the tortoise shell absorbed the surrounding cold air, and a thick layer of ice condensed on its surface, accompanied by heavy snowfall.

The spiked club slammed fiercely into the tortoise-shell shield, shattering the ice crystals. The expected resistance did not materialize. Just as Pan E was wondering what was going on, he saw the tortoise-shell shield easily knocked away. Behind the shield, however, the girl's figure had vanished, leaving only swirling snowflakes.

"In the sky!"

"Too late, Thousand Directions Afterimages!"

The girl's sword flashed rapidly in mid-air, multiplying from one to two, then to four, and in the blink of an eye, it had changed a thousand times. Hundreds of cold rays flew down, like a shower of stars falling, creating a magnificent meteor shower.

However, Pan E, possessing the Mountain God Body, was thick-skinned and had a body harder than steel. When the Sword Qi struck him, it shattered, leaving only a shard of ice.

"Useless, useless, useless! This effeminate Sword Qi can't hurt me at all!"

Ignoring the Sword Qi raining down on him like an egg hitting a rock, Pan E reached out his large hand, trying to grab the girl falling from the sky. Unexpectedly, one of the dense Sword Qi struck the wound left by the Buddha-Slaying Monk earlier, causing him to groan and stop moving abruptly.

The girl naturally wouldn't miss such an obvious opportunity. She immediately became one with her sword, transforming into a streak of azure light, striking Pan E's wound directly and piercing it through with One Sword!

Sword Qi pierced through his back, and the blood froze into ice as it splattered, turning into a red flower that fell to the ground. The girl's attack did not stop. The swirling sword shadows, like wheels, spun rapidly around Pan E. The impenetrable cold light kept surging over, adding layers of ice to Pan E's body like paint.

"The Ferocious Spirit Divine Desolation!"

Frustrated beyond endurance, Pan E, unleashing a torrent of violent energy mixed with evil currents, which transformed into a gigantic club tens of feet tall. Carrying immense ferocity, it smashed towards the Thousand Buddhas of the Bhadrakalpa Formation Tribulation, attempting to force the girl to take the blow.

However, he forgot about his surroundings. The ground, which had been modified by the Profound Ice Cannon, was covered with extremely cold freezing air. At this moment, attracted by the girl's Sword Intent, it all rushed towards the wound on Pan E's chest, causing his Qi and Blood and qi to freeze and his movements to be hindered.

"The Seven Rosy Clouds Heavenly Light Reflecting Moon Wheel!"

Seizing the opportunity, the girl quickly activated her inner energy. Runes on the surface of her Profound Armor flickered, allowing her to reach a new Cultivation Body. Then, the sword light transformed into a crescent moon, piercing into Pan E's body, and finally bursting out as a silver full moon!

Before Pan E could even let out a scream, his blood froze into ice, and ice spikes emerged from his pores. The Mountain God Body was completely ineffective against this attack from the inside out, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a hedgehog covered in ice spikes.

The young woman showed no mercy; One Sword again, cleaving Pan E into ice shards. Then, she raised her sword and pointed it at the monsters, her phoenix eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Next, who?"

Chapter 398 Because a monk asked me the purpose of my Xilai

At the west gate of Glazed Temple, the three divine generals Ghost Chariot, Wu Da, and Henzhen led their army straight into the city gate, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

Abbot Fahong personally led the monks to resist, but only Fazhao among them was a Grandmaster- level expert, who could not withstand the attack of the three Divine Generals and was forced to retreat. Fortunately, the monks were fearless and, with the help of the environment, they formed a defensive line with their flesh and blood, holding back the Monster Race army.

"The Blazing Glaze, Arhat Clears the Way!"

"That's the trick again! The bald monk has run out of ideas; the Ferocious Bird Returning Wings!"

The Ghost Chariot swung its wings like a slash, its circular energy spreading through the air, annihilating all the Arhat statues and severing four of Abbot Fahong's fingers in the process.

The bird-headed creature in the middle laughed arrogantly, "Bald monk, you have no chance of winning. Surrender now! I, this lord, am kind-hearted and merciful, and I guarantee I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

The bird on the left spat and said in a hoarse voice, "Is your brain full of shit? How can he possibly surrender after saying that? Why didn't you lie to him first and say, 'If you surrender, I'll spare your life,' and then turn on him after he actually surrendered?"

The bird-headed figure in the middle retorted, "I am Nine Ding, and I always keep my promises. If I say I'll leave you with a whole corpse, I will leave you with a whole corpse; if I say I'll spare your life, I will spare your life. How could I possibly go back on my word or lie to you?"

The bird-headed creature on the left scoffed, "You don't even understand the principle of 'all's fair in war,' you're truly a hopeless idiot. Talking to a weirdo like you makes even this old man's brain dull. Have some self-awareness and stay away from me."

The bird's head in the middle roared, "Do you think I don't want to? If I could split my body into three parts, I would have run away long ago, so I wouldn't have to breathe in the stench of your old man's face every day."

The bird on the right opened its beak and spewed flames, burning its two companions to a crisp. It then roared, "You two better watch yourselves! This is a decisive battle, with so many people watching. Don't embarrass yourselves. Any conflicts can wait until we get back."

While the Ghost Chariot was fighting amongst themselves, Fahong took the opportunity to pick up his severed finger and retreat to the rear. He sought treatment for Fashan injury from Fa Shan, the abbot of the Medicine King Hall, and was replaced by Faji, the abbot of the Sarira Hall. In any case, it had been confirmed from their previous encounter that the Ghost Chariot was face-blind and could not distinguish who was who. It was estimated that to him, all bald people were the same person.