Chapter 112 A blizzard rages, the Fist Without Fire shatters the mysterious ice! The Demonic Monk de
The winds of the far north snowfields are like thousands of invisible, sharp knives, howling and tearing everything between heaven and earth.
On the vast white snowfield, the dozen or so ghostly white figures had completely blended into the blizzard. The ice-carved masks on their faces reflected a chilling glint in the dim light, and the ice crystal longswords they held emanated a terrifyingly low temperature that could freeze even the soul.
Beyond the heavens, a fierce battleground of wind and snow!
This is one of the strongest barriers erected by the extraterrestrial demonic sect to defend against foreign invasion. These white-clad assassins are all death warriors who grew up in the extreme cold, bathing in medicinal elixirs. Their blood flows with ice, and their nerves have long been frozen numb, devoid of pain. In this absolute home turf they occupy, even a master of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm who dares to trespass will be devoured alive in the snow like a pack of wolves devouring a tiger.
"kill!"
Accompanied by a cold shout devoid of any human emotion, the dozen or so white-clad assassins instantly sprang into action!
Their movements were incredibly unpredictable; their feet left no footprints in the thick snow, as if they were gliding across the snow like gusts of cold wind. A dozen ice swords, from all directions, above and below, intertwined into an impenetrable net of death, relentlessly slashing towards Lei Wujie!
"Perfect timing! I was just worried this tattered cotton-padded coat was getting in the way, so I'll use you guys as punching bags to loosen up my muscles!"
Lei Wujie roared, his voice like rolling thunder, which made the surrounding snowflakes pause for a moment.
Although he spoke arrogantly, he dared not be careless in the slightest. At this moment, his fire-burning technique was completely sealed off by Su Changqing with that trace of mysterious rule power. The karmic fire true energy in his body, which could burn everything with just a thought, was now like a stagnant pool, and no matter how he tried to activate it, it had no effect.
What's worse, he was wearing that "ice silk weight-bearing cotton coat" that weighed over 100 pounds!
This thing was not only incredibly heavy, like a small mountain pressing down on his shoulders, but it was also extremely bulky, severely hindering the flexibility of his limbs. Normally, he'd be breathless just carrying a tray in the brothel; now, wearing it in this frigid place, he had to fight to the death against a group of painless assassins—this was practically a hellish start!
"call--!"
An ice sword silently pierced through the wind and snow, heading straight for Lei Wujie's back.
Although most of Lei Wujie's internal energy was sealed, his "waiter's instincts," honed through countless trials at Changqing Tower, remained. He didn't even need to turn around; his muscles reacted reflexively.
"The stealth step!"
He gave a low shout and suddenly pushed off with his feet. His body, which should have been as bulky as a bear, slid half a foot to the left at a razor's edge, defying the laws of physics!
"Sizzle—"
The ice sword grazed past the outer layer of his thick cotton-padded coat. The sharp blade, capable of cutting through gold and jade, left only a faint white mark on the fabric woven from ice silkworm silk, without even breaking a single thread of the cloth.
"Hehe! This outfit my brother-in-law gave me is a bit heavy, but its defensive capabilities are absolutely top-notch! It's practically a super divine set!"
Lei Wujie felt much more at ease. Since he didn't need to worry about his defenses being breached, what did he have to fear?
"Taste my Unparalleled Fist!"
Lei Wujie unified his waist and stance, instantly channeling all the power of his muscles into his right arm. Without the enhancement of the Fire Scorching Technique, his punch no longer produced a dazzling red flame, but rather a terrifying surge of energy so pure it was compressed to an extreme, even producing a sonic boom!
"boom!!!"
With a single punch, the wind from the fist surged like a dragon!
The white-clad assassin who had just ambushed him never expected that this boy in bulky cotton clothes could unleash such terrifying pure physical strength. He didn't even have time to retract his ice sword for defense before being struck squarely in the chest by this powerful punch!
"Snap!"
The sickening sound of bones cracking rang out clearly in the wind and snow.
The white-clad assassin's ice-carved armor shattered into dust instantly, his entire chest cavity caved in horribly as if struck by a battering ram. His body flew dozens of feet across the snow like a cannonball, crashing through three thick pine trees before finally coming to a stop. He coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, convulsed twice, and then died completely.
One punch!
He instantly killed an elite assassin from the Outer Heavens with pure physical strength alone!
Sitting on the carriage shaft, Xiao Se saw this scene and nodded slightly.
"Indeed. It was a wise move for you to seal his fire meridians, sir. Lei Wujie used to rely too much on the explosive power of fire-based techniques, neglecting the foundation of his physical body and fist techniques. Now that the dazzling exterior of flames has been removed, his fists have become purer and more domineering."
"This is nothing."
Wushuang, who was also sitting on the carriage shaft and holding a sword box, curled his lips and looked arrogant. "If I had made a move, those thirteen flying swords would have turned those white rats into ice shards on the ground in that instant."
"Stop bragging." Xiao Se glanced at him sideways. "Didn't the master say that your perception is sealed by 70% because you're wearing those thick cotton gloves? Are you sure your flying sword can still be as accurate as before? Don't end up cutting the carriage wheels instead of the enemy. If that happens, the master will hang you upside down on the snowy mountaintop to be exposed to the wind."
Upon hearing this, Wushuang shrank back, subconsciously glancing at the incredibly heavy cotton gloves on his hands, gloves that made even bending his fingers difficult. He felt a chill run down his spine. These things were a nightmare for a micro-management-focused swordsman like him!
On the battlefield.
The remaining dozen or so white-clad assassins, seeing their companion killed in a single punch, showed no fear in their eyes, but their attacks became even more ferocious and cautious.
They no longer chose to fight alone, but quickly changed formations.
"Form the array! Lock the spirit with mystic ice!"
With a hoarse shout, more than a dozen assassins simultaneously plunged their ice swords into the snow beneath their feet.
Om-!
An extremely terrifying chill erupted from them instantly!
This chilling aura was unlike natural ice and snow; it possessed an extremely insidious corrosive quality. Within a radius of several dozen feet, the accumulated snow instantly transformed into hard ice spikes radiating a ghostly blue light under its erosion!
These ice spikes sprouted wildly from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, not only blocking all of Lei Wujie's escape routes, but also turning into blue frost chains that climbed up Lei Wujie's legs, attempting to freeze him completely into an ice sculpture!
"What a vicious formation!"
Lei Wujie felt a bone-chilling coldness spread through his legs, the chill even penetrating his ice silk cotton coat and reaching his meridians. If he could use fire-burning techniques now, he could melt this level of ice chains with a single thought. But now, he could only watch helplessly as the frost spread past his knees, making his legs feel as heavy as lead.
"Boy, dying under the Mystic Ice Soul-Locking Array is your honor!"
More than a dozen assassins simultaneously drew their ice swords, the tips pointing directly at Lei Wujie, who was trapped in the center of the formation and struggling to move. Stepping on ice spikes like venomous snakes gliding across ice, they launched a final, deadly attack on Lei Wujie with unwavering resolve!
"Oh no! This is terrible! I can't move my legs!"
Lei Wujie was sweating profusely with anxiety, desperately pounding the ice on his legs with both hands, but the ice was harder than steel, and he couldn't break it with his bare hands!
He watched as a dozen icy, sharp swords were about to pierce him like a beehive.
"Ugh, what an idiot."
A helpless sigh suddenly came from inside the carriage.
Followed by.
"call out!"
A fruit pit, half-eaten and carrying an incredible amount of kinetic energy, slowly flew out from the crack in the car window.
The fruit pit traced an extremely random parabola in the air.
Its speed doesn't seem fast at all; it's almost like a piece of trash that a child carelessly throws away.
But just as it fell into the area shrouded by the Xuanbing Locking Spirit Array.
The entire space seemed to collapse in an extremely bizarre way in an instant!
"Click...click click..."
A faint cracking sound was heard.
The dozen or so white-clad assassins, who were so menacing and less than three feet away from Lei Wujie, suddenly froze in mid-air as if a pause button had been pressed.
The murderous intent in their eyes froze instantly, replaced by an extreme sense of bewilderment.
next second.
"Bang!!!"
Centered on the spot where the fruit pit fell, a terrifying shockwave, visible to the naked eye, swept outwards like a nuclear explosion!
The indestructible Xuanbing formation, the frost chains spreading across Lei Wujie's legs, even the ice swords in the hands of those white-clad assassins and the ice-carved armor on their bodies...
At this moment, it all turned into the finest ice powder!
"Splash! Splash! Splash!"
More than a dozen Heavenly Warriors were like kites with broken strings, blown into the air by the shockwave, and then crashed heavily into the snow dozens of feet away, bleeding from all seven orifices and dying instantly!
There was no bloodshed or carnage, only a clean and decisive crushing by absolute power.
It was just a leftover fruit pit.
He broke through the strongest killing formation of the Outer Heavens and instantly killed more than a dozen elite assassins!
"Gulp..."
Lei Wujie swallowed hard, looking at the ice powder shimmering with a ghostly blue light all over the ground, feeling his calves spinning.
He turned his head and looked at the carriage that was quietly parked in the wind and snow.
Inside the carriage, Su Changqing's lazy and disdainful voice could be heard.
"Lei Wujie, how did I teach you in the tavern?"
"When you're carrying a tray and encounter an obstacle, are you just going to stand there and wait to get bumped into?"
"Your legs are frozen, so you can't use that force against them? Can't you use your 100-pound cotton-padded coat as a weapon and swing it around and smash it? A brain is a good thing, but unfortunately you forgot it in the kitchen of Changqing Tower when you left."
"I……"
Lei Wujie was so embarrassed by the scolding that he wished he could find a snowdrift to bury himself in. He had indeed panicked just now and completely forgot the weight of his "divine armor." If he had recklessly jumped up on the spot and used the hundred-pound weight combined with his physical strength to slam down, those ice spikes wouldn't have been able to hold him back at all!
"Brother-in-law is right! I was just too stupid!" Lei Wujie scratched his head and quickly admitted his mistake.
"Daddy, is the fighting outside over again?"
Inside the carriage, Xiao Nuomi's soft, sweet voice could be heard. She seemed to have been awakened by the earlier tremors and was rubbing her sleepy eyes, nestled in Su Changqing's arms.
"Yes, they were just a few ignorant snow bugs. Father has already flicked them away."
Su Changqing gently patted his daughter's back, and one could even hear the soft sound of him using his internal energy to warm her hands.
"When will we see the Great Yeti? Nuonuo can't wait!"
"It'll be soon, it'll be soon."
Su Changqing's voice carried a hint of inexplicable amusement, "Besides, we don't even need to go looking for them. The leader of that group of 'Yeti' has already delivered himself to our doorstep."
The voice just fell.
"Boom—!!!"
Suddenly, a deep rumble came from the massive snow-capped mountain ahead, as if a slumbering ancient beast was awakening.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying pressure, hundreds or even thousands of times stronger than the dozen or so assassins combined, poured down from the top of the snow-capped mountain like an avalanche!
This oppressive aura was mixed with extremely dense demonic energy and a lofty, unparalleled sword intent.
The wind and snow became even more violent at this moment.
"What a terrifying aura!"
Xiao Se and Wu Shuang stood up at the same time, their expressions becoming extremely solemn.
"This sword intent...is it from the White-Haired Immortal?!"
A glint of light flashed in Xiao Se's eyes.
The White-Haired Immortal, one of the two great protectors of the Outer Heavens, once stopped the Northern Li army with a single sword strike, demonstrating unfathomable strength. Several years ago, during the battle at the Shattered Void Gate, he had already displayed astonishing cultivation.
Now, in this base camp of the Outer Heavens, in this snowy home ground that belongs to them, his strength will only become more terrifying!
"Whoosh—!"
A blinding white light tore through the swirling snow and ice, crashing down from the snow-capped mountain peak like a falling meteor!
"boom!"
The white light struck the snow less than thirty feet from the carriage, creating a huge crater. The blast wave whipped up the snow, forming a white storm wall several feet high.
As the storm gradually subsided, a figure slowly emerged from the deep pit.
He was a tall, slender man with an extremely handsome face.
He wore a pure white fox fur coat, and his long white hair, like a waterfall, danced wildly in the wind, further highlighting his eerie and noble temperament.
In his hand, he held a broad, long sword that was entirely emerald green and shimmered with a jade-like light.
It is none other than the guardian deity of the outer heavens, the white-haired immortal!
"Who are you? Why did you kill my disciples from the Outer Heavens without cause?"
The white-haired immortal's voice was icy and chilling, devoid of any emotion. His narrow eyes were fixed on the luxurious carriage before him, filled with vigilance.
He could sense just how terrifying the power contained in the fruit core that had just shattered the Xuanbing Locking Spirit Array was!
That's definitely not something those three young guys outside could produce.
The real masters are sitting in their cars!
"Senior White-Haired Immortal, it's been a long time."
Xiao Se jumped down from the carriage shaft, his hands tucked into his sleeves, and met the white-haired immortal's gaze without fear.
"Who are you……"
The white-haired immortal frowned slightly as he looked at the young man who was dressed in a coarse blue robe but exuded an air of imperial nobility.
A moment later, his pupils suddenly contracted.
"Prince Yong'an, Xiao Chuhe?!"
The white-haired immortal's tone was filled with shock.
He never imagined that the prince who had his martial arts crippled and fled Tianqi City like a stray dog would actually appear here! Moreover, judging from the faint aura emanating from Xiao Se, his martial arts had actually recovered?!
Even stronger than back then!
"No wonder he dared to trespass into my Heavenly Realm."
The white-haired immortal sneered, his jade sword trembling slightly and emitting a clear, ringing sound. "However, even if you've recovered your cultivation, this isn't a place for you to run wild! The sect leader is in seclusion, and no one is allowed to disturb him! If you know what's good for you, get out of the snow mountain immediately!"
"We want to see Wuxin," Xiao Se said calmly. "Tell him that an old friend has come to visit. Tell him to prepare the best food and wine to entertain us."
"presumptuous!"
The white-haired immortal was furious. "How dare you address the sect leader by his name? You're asking for trouble!"
As a protector of the Outer Heavens, he couldn't stand anyone disrespecting the sect leader. Before he finished speaking, his sword intent erupted instantly, and he transformed into a white afterimage. The jade sword in his hand, carrying the terrifying power to cut through wind and snow, slashed directly at Xiao Se!
This sword strike was both swift and ruthless!
The sword energy crisscrossed, as if it would split this world in two!
"Senior, you still have such a bad temper."
Xiao Se did not dodge.
He didn't even take his hands out of his sleeves.
Just as the jade sword was about to strike his head...
"clang--!!!"
A deafening clang of metal clashing rang out in front of Xiao Se!
The white-haired immortal felt an unimaginable force surge through the sword hilt, causing his tiger's mouth to split open and blood to flow freely. His powerful sword strike, comparable to the peak of the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, was actually blocked in mid-air!
He looked closely and was utterly terrified.
What blocked his fatal sword strike was not some peerless divine weapon.
It was a... hand.
A slender, fair hand that even looks somewhat delicate!
Before anyone knew it, Su Changqing had appeared in front of Xiao Se.
He didn't even glance at the white-haired immortal. He simply extended two fingers as casually as if he were picking up a falling leaf, and steadily and effortlessly caught the jade sword that exuded terrifying sword energy!
No matter how frantically the white-haired immortal channeled his inner energy, the sword seemed to be rooted to the spot and remained completely still!
The sword intent, powerful enough to tear through space, vanished without a trace the moment it touched Su Changqing's fingers, like a mud ox sinking into the sea!
"you……"
Looking at the man in front of him, dressed in a thin blue robe and without a trace of true energy, the white-haired immortal felt as if his heart was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.
fear!
This was a kind of tremor he had never experienced before, a tremor that came from the depths of his soul!
Even when facing those arrogant sword immortals back then, he had never felt this powerless feeling, as if he were facing the vast universe and himself was as insignificant as an ant!
"Your sword is too fragile. It's fine for peeling apples, but it's not good enough for killing people."
Su Changqing finally raised his eyelids and glanced at the white-haired immortal.
There was no murderous intent, no anger in those eyes, only an extreme indifference.
"I was originally planning to keep you around to lead the way, but since you're so ignorant of the rules, I'll teach you a lesson."
Su Changqing tightened his grip on the jade sword with the two fingers holding it.
"Snap!"
A crisp cracking sound.
That peerless sword, which had accompanied the white-haired immortal for half his life and drunk the blood of countless masters, actually shattered inch by inch between Su Changqing's two fingers, just like fragile glass!
"puff--!"
With his natal flying sword destroyed, the white-haired immortal suffered an extremely severe backlash. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with a broken string.
"boom!"
He crashed heavily onto the snow, sliding dozens of feet away, leaving a long trail of blood on the snow.
It was just a fleeting glance!
Two fingers!
They crippled a renowned protector of the demonic sect!
The entire snowfield fell into a deathly silence once again.
Only the howling wind and snow seemed to tell the unbelievable story of what had just happened.
Su Changqing patted the jade dust off his hands as if he had done something insignificant.
He looked up at the majestic snow-capped mountain peak, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Wuxin, your hospitality is really lacking."
Su Changqing's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the swirling snow and reached the summit of the snow-capped mountain, echoing continuously within the magnificent palace in the outer heavens.
"I came all this way to support you, and this is how you welcome me?"
"If you don't come out soon, I'm going to tear the house down. Don't be sad about it then."
The moment the words fell.
"when--!"
"when--!"
"when--!"
Three melodious, resonant tones, seemingly capable of cleansing all the sins of the world, rang out from the summit of the snow-capped mountain.
Immediately afterwards, the dark clouds and blizzard in the sky seemed to have encountered their nemesis, and quickly retreated in all directions under the resonance of the bell!
A ray of brilliant golden sunlight pierced through the heavy haze, shining like a sharp sword directly on the snow-capped mountain peak.
Within that dazzling golden pillar of light.
A figure dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, with twelve ordination scars on his bald head, seemed to be slowly descending from the snow-capped mountain peak, as if stepping on an invisible golden lotus.
His face was so handsome it was almost bewitching, with a single red cinnabar dot between his brows, as red as blood. A half-smile played on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes held a compassionate look that seemed to have seen through the world's illusions, yet also a wild arrogance that looked down upon the world.
With each step he took, a golden lotus flower would bloom in the void beneath his feet.
May every step bring forth lotus blossoms!
The Buddha's light shines everywhere!
The young master of the Demonic Sect, a demonic monk from Hanshui Temple.
Unintentional!
He's finally here!
He treaded through the wind and snow, accompanied by a sky full of Buddhist light, and slowly landed in front of Su Changqing, Xiao Se, and the others.
He first glanced at the white-haired immortal lying on the ground, seriously injured and vomiting blood, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes, but he did not blame him.
Then, his gaze swept over Lei Wujie, over Wushuang, and finally landed on Xiao Se, who was dressed in blue and whose temperament had changed drastically.
That face, which always wore a wicked smile, finally revealed a hint of genuine satisfaction.
"Boss Xiao, this blue robe looks much better on you than that tattered fox fur coat. What, you've finally decided to put down your accountant's abacus and come all this way to catch up with this bald monk in this freezing weather?"
Looking at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for four years, who had shed his youthful naiveté and grown into a sect leader, Xiao Se smiled warmly.
"Reminiscing is secondary."
Xiao Se said casually, "I mainly heard that the food at Tianwaitian is pretty good, and my boss wanted to treat us to a free meal. Monk, you can't even afford to treat us to a meal, can you?"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Wuxin laughed heartily, his laughter filled with the joy of reunion.
But he did not continue to reminisce with Xiao Se.
Instead, he suddenly stopped smiling and straightened his white monk's robe.
Under the incredulous gazes of all the disciples of the Outer Heaven and the White-Haired Immortal.
This high and mighty leader of the demonic cult, revered as a god.
He actually knelt down on both knees, facing Su Changqing, who was holding a little girl and looked languid.
He kowtowed deeply!
"Ye Anshi, Sect Master of the Outer Heavens, pays his respects to Mr. Su!"
"I was unaware of your presence, sir. I apologize for not welcoming you properly!"
This kneeling.
Kneeling shattered the pride of the heavens beyond.
They also knelt down, showing their absolute submission to this true god on earth!
Su Changqing looked at Wuxin kneeling in front of him, casually waved his hand, and yawned.
"Alright, alright, get up. I hate all this 'kowtowing' stuff. I didn't come here to hear you beg for forgiveness."
Su Changqing pointed to the little glutinous rice in his arms, who was curiously examining Wuxin's shiny bald head.
"My daughter wants to see a giant snow monster. Do you have any here? Hurry up and bring a couple out for a walk. If you don't, I'm going to give you a bad review!"
Wuxin stood up, and upon hearing this, a bitter smile appeared on her alluring face.
He looked around at the ruins and then at Su Changqing.
"Sir... there is indeed no Great Yeti."
Wuxin's gaze suddenly became extremely serious, and his voice lowered, carrying an unprecedented sense of apprehension.
"However... although there is no great snow monster, something a thousand times more terrifying than the snow monster broke into this forbidden area atop the snow mountain last night."
Wuxin took a deep breath and said, word by word:
"An old monster... from the depths of the far north, who has lived for countless years, is trying to possess my body!"
The voice just fell.
"roar--!!!"
A deafening, inhuman roar, seemingly not of this world, suddenly erupted from the depths of the forbidden area at the highest point of the snow mountain!
The roar was mixed with overwhelming demonic energy and boundless greed.
At this moment, the entire mountain of Tianwaitian emitted a cracking sound as it struggled to withstand the pressure!
A crisis far beyond the imagination of the world.
At this very moment of reunion, it suddenly arrived!