As soon as Qin Xiao landed on the square, a series of thuds echoed throughout the heavens and earth.
Behind the mountain, a dazzling light appeared, and figures clad in gold and red robes appeared before him.
The bald man wore a round, square hat, and his body was bronze-colored as if it had been coated with oil, covered in jingling and rattling gadgets.
Qin Xiao stared intently and saw finger bones, arm bones... a skull rosary! A human skin drum! A mummified infant!
The more Qin Xiao looked at it, the more uneasy he felt, and a sense of disgust welled up in his heart.
Sensing Qin Xiao's intent, Bu Feifei's expression grew increasingly cold, while Xiao Yingyue was filled with apprehension.
Her cultivation technique made her very sensitive to changes in people's hearts, and she sensed Qin Xiao's emotional shift.
This disgust... conceals a deep-seated murderous intent, as if nothing in the world could erase it.
She was unaware that Qin Xiao had indeed slaughtered all living beings in the world for certain reasons.
This is rarely seen among beings that are neither from the evil god faction nor possess god-level strength.
Naturally, that sense of death and destruction remained buried deep within his heart.
There's a reason why killing one person is a crime, while slaughtering ten thousand makes one a hero.
Who is in charge here?
Qin Xiao said coldly.
The seven or eight monks opposite him had solemn expressions and remained silent.
Bu Feifei stepped forward, waved her hand, and a blood-like energy condensed into blood crows.
The movement of his scarlet eyes stunned everyone.
Finally, one of the seven or eight monks stepped forward.
Regardless of where this expert came from, they certainly didn't seem like someone they could afford to offend; the terrifying pressure they felt was truly overwhelming...
If we don't say anything soon, something bad might happen.
"This old monk is the abbot of Niechan Temple at Xueshan Temple. I am sorry for not welcoming you properly, distinguished guest."
He spoke neither servilely nor arrogantly, offering a small lick of his lips in a very polite manner.
Qin Xiao was not a distinguished guest, nor was he a guest of honor; rather, he was an unwelcome guest who had broken through the mountain-protecting formation.
Qin Xiao remained noncommittal, instead directly questioning, "I summoned all the sects of this world to the Heavenly Sword Sect to discuss matters, why did you not come?"
The monk was taken aback. A discussion? How come we didn't know about it?
Qin Xiao frowned. "Can't we see the continent in the sky?"
The old monk was taken aback. It was him!
They certainly saw it, but they weren't interested, or rather, they were cowards.
Anyway, someone will always go and investigate, so why be the first to stick their neck out? There will always be intelligence coming back.
Their Snow Mountain Temple occupies this southwestern snowy region, a local overlord who can take whatever he wants, so there's no need for them to risk...
They still face a life-or-death crisis, and they need to comprehend the Nirvana of Heaven and Earth. This is a great achievement of Heaven and Earth, and living beings are eager for it. How can they be distracted by other things?
Of course, these words could not be spoken aloud. "Our temple has always been detached from worldly affairs, transcending the mundane world. We have no need for gain, no fear of loss, and our original mind is natural, turning towards heaven and Zen."
He's talking nonsense about your mother.
Qin Xiao immediately wanted to raise his hand and slap him twice.
However, since Qin Xiao had set some standards for his own behavior, he didn't want to break the rules and kill indiscriminately; he wanted to wait and see.
However, he didn't waste any time and spoke directly.
"This realm is now under my control, and all under heaven have submitted. It is governed by my own faction, and resources are supplied and distributed accordingly. What do you think of your temple?"
The monk and his mother were speechless. What on earth was going on?
Barging into someone's territory and forcing them to act like dogs?
Why not at least ask in a private place? With the profound Zen practice of Master Niewen, he could at least reluctantly admit it.
After all, Xueshan Temple has been passed down for many years, and it has faced many crises before. It has survived to this day, so its kneecaps are not particularly hard.
But how do I answer when asked so directly?
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Qin Xiao directly sent out a black jade longsword, which was magnificent and awe-inspiring.
"Yun Yun, go and see if this Snow Mountain Temple is a sacred place for quiet cultivation or a raging demonic realm!"
Are these people truly compassionate and benevolent, or are they consumed by demonic desires?
Qin Xiao's voice grew even colder, echoing across the square, leaving everyone stunned.
Qin Xiao ignored her completely, and Yun Yun suddenly disappeared.
Yun Yun flew into the sky, heading first towards the mountain gate.
The road here extends to the mountain gate on the mountainside, and its ruggedness can be described as winding and difficult to understand.
A few scattered figures struggled forward on the road, some dressed in rags, others covered in sores and oozing pus.
But these people continued their journey with unwavering determination, heading towards the so-called holy land.
It is undeniable that they possess a pure, beautiful, and exceptionally firm faith.
They may be filled with longing for that world they don't fully understand.
Yun Yun remained silent, never offering any comments or biased opinions on these seekers of the Dao.
The Sword Saint shuddered, stirring up a not-so-fierce wind.
The snowdrifts along the roadside gradually melted away, revealing the frozen bones of the dead.
Yunyun turned around and headed straight for the mountain gate.
Inside the dark hall, flesh and bones were scattered everywhere, and all sorts of human organs were displayed like commodities.
Inside the training hall, monks were also making strange magical implements.
Skinning, dismembering, and butchering... raw and gruesome...
After a while, Yun Yun flew back to Qin Xiao's side, her pretty face icy cold.
“Those who cultivate are like demons and in hell, while ordinary beings suffer misery and are torn apart. This place is truly a hell on earth.”
Qin Xiao's eyes flickered slightly; he had already anticipated this.
At this point, there were no more doubts. "At the time, I was still a little hesitant about what Yue Zheng said, and I still had some womanly compassion in my heart."
"Yun Yun, Fei Fei, do it! Let the cultivators and the heritage of this place be buried forever beneath the Great Snow Mountain."
"You dare!"
"You scoundrel, how dare you!"
"Do you dare to defy the world's criticism?"
Various rebukes rang out, and the voices of more than a dozen monks resounded like the grand tolling of a great bell.
It seems to have the sound of morning bells and evening drums, prompting deep reflection.
But Qin Xiao was even angrier when he heard this. Sure enough, there is no right or wrong in power, but people are indeed of varying quality.
Yunyun and Feifei were no longer willing to wait, especially Yunyun, who immediately went all out.
The tribulation lightning was incredibly powerful; a terrifying cloud of lightning covered the entire Snow Mountain Temple, with bolts of lightning flashing and serpents moving about endlessly.
Each thunderbolt was formed from the light of a sword and the aura of calamity; anyone who touched it would perish instantly and be reduced to ashes.
Flocks of blood-red crows flapped their wings and flew, circling overhead, draining the blood and spiritual energy of everyone in their path.
It dissipated directly into a substance like sand.
Before long, the other party offered no real resistance whatsoever.
Even if there is some resistance, it is nothing more than a child fighting a strong man, which only makes people laugh.
Just like how they treated those who were harmed.
Qin Xiao did not hesitate to use his immense power.
As these practitioners perished, the roots of the Jianmu tree descended from the void.
It was as if countless terrifying tentacles had sprung up from the sky, actively destroying everything in their path.
Some items with value and spiritual energy were completely extracted by the roots of the Jianmu tree.
They were piled up in front of Qin Xiao one by one.
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