Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

A monk was the first to mutate. His body swelled up, his robes burst, his skin turned blackish-blue, and a pair of bull horns grew on his head.

Its spine protrudes from behind, extending into a huge axe; its eyes are bloodshot, and it has lost all reason.

The other one transformed into a werewolf, wielding knives in both hands.

The remaining monks didn't exude as much murderous aura; they were just stronger and ordinary henchmen.

Another small group consists of those who have just joined the Guanyin Temple and have not yet taken many lives.

But these monks who haven't mutated are considered outsiders in the eyes of the mutated demons.

Without the slightest hesitation, the minotaur killed them with a single axe blow.

"Amitabha!" Tang Sanzang saw this but couldn't stop them in time and could only watch as their blood splattered on the spot.

Lin Zhu sighed and said, "Sanzang, hurry up and do it. If you don't kill them, they will go and kill others. There is a town with more than 100,000 people not far away."

"I did not kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren died because of me. This must not happen." Tang Sanzang slowly stepped forward. "Let me perform the rites for you all instead."

He rushed over in one stride.

The minotaur raised his axe high and cleaved Mount Hua with a mighty blow, charging towards Tang Sanzang.

Chapter 951 The Martial Monk Tang Sanzang

Tang Sanzang instinctively tried to catch the axe with his bare hands, but he missed and the axe slammed heavily into his bald head.

All that could be heard was the sound of metal clashing, and a burst of golden light appeared above Tang Sanzang's head, with sparks flying everywhere.

Although the axe blow failed to break through Tang Sanzang's defenses, it still caused him considerable pain, making his head buzz.

The Minotaur wasn't having an easy time either, getting caught in a crossfire by the short sellers.

The tiger's mouth went numb, and he could no longer hold the axe.

Lin Zhu shouted, "Sanzang, smash it to death!"

Tang Sanzang was still a little dazed, but upon hearing Lin Zhu's voice, he instinctively threw a punch, the fist making a popping sound as it rubbed against the air.

A burst of blue fire erupted from the surface of his fist, and he punched the minotaur in the groin.

There was no way around it; the Minotaur was now at least ten feet tall, and Tang Sanzang's straight punch could only reach that height.

"Awoo~!"

Even after mutating into a minotaur, the weaknesses that men should have remain unchanged.

It immediately bent over and raised its buttocks, letting out a pitiful sound.

Lin Zhu felt a chill run down his spine and gasped.

Sun Wukong said, "That thing was probably destroyed by the monk."

Lin Zhu nodded, "I never expected that Sanzang, who is usually so compassionate, could be so ruthless when he takes action."

In the air, both Guanyin and Mahasthamaprapta were buzzing in their heads as they looked at Tang Sanzang.

"When did Jin Chanzi learn such skills?" Everyone couldn't help but look at Vajra Venerable.

This is clearly a Buddhist golden statue!

The Vajra Venerable also found it strange. After examining it carefully, he said, "You don't need to look at me like that. The techniques that Jin Chanzi learned did indeed come from my Buddhist school, but they were extremely restrained. I don't know who taught him."

Da Shi Zhi said, "Actually, this is good. Jin Chanzi has his own protective methods, so we can be more relaxed."

“That’s right.” Sunlight and moonlight agreed.

Guanyin Bodhisattva thought for a moment, since everything was already in chaos, what did it matter whether it was Tang Sanzang or a martial monk, as long as they could successfully reach the Western Paradise and obtain the true scriptures.

Even if you can't get it, you can still reincarnate.

At Guanyin Temple, Tang Sanzang was extremely shocked by the power of his punch. "Benefactor, this humble monk did not do it on purpose."

Sun Wukong warned, "Master, watch your back."

Tang Sanzang turned around and saw the werewolf slashing at him with a knife.

He instinctively dodged, but his foot moved too forcefully and smashed through the courtyard wall.

Then a group of little devils swarmed forward and kept slashing at Tang Sanzang.

Then came several clanging sounds.

These little devils were very strong, but physically weak, and were directly killed by the recoil force of the Ten Thousand Buddha Golden Bell Shield.

Sun Wukong exclaimed in admiration, "Excellent skill!"

He had previously sought instruction in this skill from Lin Zhu, but ultimately found that he couldn't learn it; it seemed as if something within his body was preventing him from doing so.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang was covered in thick, green blood and reeked of a foul stench.

He was a very clean monk, otherwise he wouldn't be so fair-skinned. I subconsciously felt a jolt throughout my body.

A soft hum emanated from within, shattering all the blood and grime on his body and removing everything else, leaving him truly clean.

Upon seeing this, Sun Wukong said, "My cheap master is truly unrestrained and unruly."

Lin Zhu was taken aback. "He didn't control his strength well."

Tang Sanzang blushed. He still knew about propriety and shame. He only wanted to remove the bloodstains from his body and had no intention of being an exhibitionist!

He quickly said to Lin Zhu, "True Lord, do you have any clothing to give to this poor monk?"

He stopped attacking, but the wolf demon wouldn't let him go. Wielding his twin swords like the wind, he rushed in front of him and slashed several times in an instant, but he only managed to leave a few white marks on Tang Sanzang's body and still couldn't break through his defenses.

The minotaur recovered, picked up his axe, swung it like a whirlwind, and cleaved Tang Sanzang in half at the waist.

This time, without the earth to support Tang Sanzang's force, he was cleaved away by an axe and crashed into a wall.

Even so, he still held his vital parts tightly with both hands.

"Wukong, come quickly and save your master!"

Sun Wukong shouted, "I won't save him! I, Old Sun, won't save him! Master, you clearly have the ability to defeat him. Do it yourself!"

Tang Sanzang was quite embarrassed and said, "It's fine if I don't save you, but could you please give your master some clothes? This situation is rather indecent."

It was indeed a bit unseemly, but Lin Zhu hadn't prepared any new clothes since acquiring the Six Paths of Reincarnation Robe, so there was nothing he could do about it.

When Sun Wukong looked over, he shrugged and said, "I don't have any clothes either."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang looked utterly despairing.

Above the clouds, Guanyin also had a face full of black lines.

If it weren't for the fact that this wasn't the time for her to appear, she would have already conjured up a set of clothes for Tang Sanzang to wear.

Lin Zhu then reminded him, "Sanzang, use the Buddha's light to shield him; you should be fine."

Tang Sanzang had a sudden inspiration and was quite quick-witted. He immediately activated his Buddha light to protect his vital parts, and it truly was a case of Buddha light protecting his body.

At least it's not so shameful now.

“Amitabha, dear benefactors, it is time for this humble monk to send you on your way.”

After being beaten for so long, even Buddha would get angry. Although Tang Sanzang is a monk, he can still get angry.

So he charged forward bare-handed, deflected the axe that came at him, and then leaped high into the air, pushing forward with both palms.

The minotaur's head was smashed open by Tang Sanzang, and he fell straight to the ground.

The werewolf continued to wield his twin swords, slashing repeatedly at Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang had no need to defend himself. He reached out and grabbed the werewolf's wrist, then swung his arm around it and swung it around.

The werewolf slammed its fist on the ground with a loud "thud," leaving it dazed and confused.

But Tang Sanzang showed no sign of stopping. Relying on his strength, he grabbed the werewolf's hand and kept slamming it until it was broken into several pieces and was beyond dead before he stopped.

In the air, Guanyin and the others frowned deeply.

"This humble monk remembers that Jin Chanzi's evil thoughts remained within the golden body. What is the meaning of this, Sanzang?"

The Great Strength Bodhisattva and the others could not answer Guanyin's questions.

Afterwards, Tang Sanzang looked at his masterpiece and was stunned. "Was all this done by this humble monk?"

Sun Wukong slapped his thigh and laughed loudly, "Master, you are this one!" He gave a thumbs up, "Truly incredibly fierce."

Faced with such praise, Tang Sanzang felt somewhat ashamed.

"Amitabha, please allow this humble monk to perform a ritual for them."

As he spoke, he sat cross-legged and began chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

On the other side, Elder Jinchi, who was sharp-eared, quick-witted, and agile, had already heard the commotion and was so frightened that he quickly fled to the secret passage under the golden statue of Guanyin.

This secret passage leads to Black Wind Mountain, where he can seek the protection of the Black Bear Spirit.

That black bear spirit was no ordinary being; he was the most powerful demon king within a radius of tens of millions of miles, and he had two great envoys and ten guardians under his command.

Even the lowest-ranking of the Ten Protectors could each be considered a demon king in the outside world.

Lin Zhu and Sun Wukong both noticed it.

"Brother Lin, what should we say if this old monk tries to run away?"

Chapter 952 The Black Bear Spirit's Thoughts

"Of course, we'll give him the seal." Lin Zhu released his hand, and the Soul-Suppressing and Evil-Releasing Seal flew up, pierced through the tunnel, and landed on Jin Chi's forehead.

A mysterious blue mark appeared on Jin Chi's forehead, which then turned black as innate malevolent energy entered his body.

He was already nearing the end of his life, and now, with the impact of the innate evil energy, his soul was directly assimilated, forming a special evil spirit.

Because he had consumed a lot of the pills given to him by the Black Bear Spirit, the power hidden within his body was also activated.

His entire body was enveloped in black mist, and his body swelled up, especially his large head, which swelled up so much that it took up almost half of his body.

Perhaps because of his love for the treasure, his entire body turned golden, and the brocade robe he wore was stretched taut.

The mermaid pearl necklace and the blood-red coral beads seemed to be inlaid on his body.

A huge bald head grew eighty-one extremely sharp black spikes, making it look extremely bizarre.