Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

Carefully sense the aftershocks within.

It was quickly determined that the telepathic connection had become even more pronounced.

The other party was actually using the same tactic.

However, what I used was the blessing of faith, the life-giving structure.

The opponent used resentment to enhance their power, and employed a death energy structure.

[The true seed of the Daoist word "death" in its embryonic form]

"This is it."

If we say that the true seed of one's own Taoist practice is to strengthen the foundation and cultivate vitality, then the meaning of this practice is to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the source.

Therefore, the opponent's use of death energy is to destroy life essence, burn potential, and turn it into a desperate attack.

These two usages, although not the same understanding, are neither right nor wrong.

The basic concepts are the same.

in other words.

The second half of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic, or rather the Taoist secret manual hidden within it, was in the hands of this monk with the silver bottle.

Although he may not have fully grasped the true essence of the word "death," he can at least use some of its basics.

……

"Not only were all the Angus soldiers killed, but all the experts from the Tongxing Escort Agency were also killed."

Even Wu Yongzhong, the chief镖头 (bodyguard) of Tongxing, did not last more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Those guys from Yuanshun Escort Agency would never do something like that.

While Wang Zhengyi might be able to do it, he would never be so decisive and ruthless.

When the monk Yinping entered the city, a luxurious carriage was already waiting for him.

He sat upright in the carriage, his gaze deep and unfathomable, looking back.

It seems one can see through the city walls and witness someone displaying divine power, sweeping away everything in their path.

"So this is Li Yanluo, isn't it?"

"The King of Hell decrees that someone should die at midnight, not at dawn. In other words, I have now completely fallen into his sights."

I just don't know how far they've chased them.

A hint of amusement flashed in the eyes of the monk with the silver bottle.

A jade talisman in his hand suddenly shattered, and a faint aura of death appeared around him.

"Come on, the sooner the better."

If you survive this time, I'll give you a chance to fight head-on.

He muttered almost imperceptibly to himself, lifted the carriage curtain to look around, and said in a deep voice, "Go home... no, go directly to Wanfulou."

Lian Sheng and everyone are rehearsing "Ambush from Ten Sides" today, and we've already made plans to go and support them.

It's already past 5 PM, they must be getting impatient..."

"Yes, son."

A deep, resounding response came from the front of the carriage.

The carriage turned and headed towards Wanfulou.

From afar, one could see the bright lights.

I heard a soft, melodious voice.

……

"The aura reached this point and then disappeared."

Li Xin's figure swayed.

Clad in white, they arrived atop the high walls and flying eaves.

Through the deep darkness of the night, my gaze fell upon the bright lights and bustling activity, and also upon the graceful figures dancing within the buildings…

"What a waste of such a beautiful day and lovely scenery! Whose courtyard enjoys such delightful pleasures?"

Morning flight and evening roll, clouds and rosy hues adorn the pavilion; rain threads and wind fragments, misty waves and painted boats…

The lyrics, sung as if they were dying, drifted into my ears on the wind.

Li Xin got goosebumps from hearing this, and his eyes showed a slight indifference.

"A perfectly good performance of 'The Peony Pavilion' is being sung in a ghostly and eerie manner. Does it know I'm here?"

What a fine monk in the silver bottle!

Li Xin smiled coldly and moved his foot.

As it rose, it transformed into a large bird and swooped down.

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Chapter 156 The Great White Bone Array, A Winding Path Leading to Seclusion

Li Xin, suspended in mid-air, swept past the large tree in front of the courtyard, lightly touching the treetop with his toes, doubling his speed once again.

He leaped to the center of the courtyard and hovered in mid-air.

When he stretched out his hands, he now carried two revolvers.

"Clap clap clap..."

The pistols fired in succession.

He fired eight shots in a row.

Singers, dancers, pianists, and drummers from all sides suddenly felt a jolt, and the black aura around them dissipated like smoke.

Three people fell to the ground without uttering a sound, blood gushing from their heads.

The other five people, however, had a black hole appearing on one side of their heads.

Turning my head, I could see a faint green light in my eyes.

He didn't die.

After Li Xin finished his round of attacks and landed, he saw seven or eight figures rushing towards him from all sides.

As the black and yellow aura enveloped him, he felt as if he were carrying a huge object weighing hundreds of kilograms, becoming much heavier.

The landing created a deep crater.

Looking up, the surrounding scenery became somewhat distorted and blurry.

Even with Li Xin's eyesight, he couldn't see it very clearly.

This does not seem to stem from visual disturbance, but rather from mental deception.

As the gunshot rang out, a surge of people rushed around.

The audience and the actors screamed and ran around in all directions.

The shadowy figures made it impossible for Li Xin to distinguish between enemies and ordinary people who knew nothing about the situation.

This is a gamble that Li Xin won't kill innocent people indiscriminately.

After all, it's been since their debut.

Li Xin had no precedent of killing innocent civilians.

They were all poor actors and ordinary people from Beijing who paid money to watch plays at the theater.

Killing someone indiscriminately might not have any lasting consequences.

But he felt absolutely guilty.

Setting this trap is a psychological tactic.

The monk with the silver bottle understood better than anyone else.

True masters are those who have their own beliefs.

Going against one's own beliefs is more painful than being stabbed in the back.

But what if we don't kill these people?

The opponent is hiding among them, launching surprise attacks and hindering their performance, which is also a very effective tactic.

“Li Xin, you dare not venture into that foreign church, yet you dare to break into my Saha Bone Array.”

In retrospect, they were proselytized by those foreign devils and became the spearhead of foreign invasion.

These days, you have been an enemy of my Great Snow Mountain, disrupting the palace, slaughtering soldiers and generals, and undermining the prestige of the court. Your crimes are truly unforgivable.

Today I will show you the boundless splendor of my Bone Forest.

On the far-off attic.

A bald man wearing a mask and a black monk's robe spoke in a low voice.

"Playing tricks and deception."

Li Xin chuckled to himself.

These so-called experts lay in ambush, along with some malicious zombies, hidden among the actors and audience.

In the eyes of the other party, I can only be restrained.

But he didn't know if they were really enemies, or if they had any murderous intent or malice towards him.

From the perspective of a psychic, everything is clearly visible, without any omissions.

Several people rushed past him, their five sharp fingers shrouded in black mist, striking only the afterimage left behind by Li Xin.

The Qi mechanism is activated.

The person on the attic was already retreating rapidly.

Their retreat was almost as fast as Li Xin's forward charge.

Upon closer inspection, two strings were visible behind him, as if he were a puppet...

It was clear that they had been preparing for this for a long time.

Do you think you can escape?

Li Xin chuckled softly.

The image of Nezha, the Third Prince, suddenly appeared in my mind.

At the tip of the longsword, a flash of fire appeared and then disappeared. The speed, which had been suppressed by more than 50%, suddenly increased by a large margin.

The blade flashed and slashed down, whistling through the air as it hurtled forward.

The man saw the blade approaching.

Seven or eight thoughts raced through my mind, but I felt there was no way to escape this seemingly sentient blade strike.

He stopped retreating hastily, but instead slightly bowed, his body radiating golden light.

As the black robe exploded, a silver bottle the size of a fist was launched with a whooshing sound.

boom……

The silver bottle exploded.

Countless tiny silver grains scattered their color in all directions.

A skeletal image faintly appeared in the air, its eyes fixed on the ground as it roared and unleashed a powerful punch.

Li Xin struck the black-robed man with his sword, feeling as if the blade had pierced through layers of gel.

A flash of light and shadow appeared in front of him, and a fist came hurtling towards his chest.

He sneered and threw a punch.