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

Silver sand splashing.

Li Xin leaned back, his bones groaning.

It flew backwards into the air.

He somersaulted out.

In the face of the impossible, the body that was already in mid-air rose even higher, as if defying the rules of physics.

Instead of flying backward, it leaped forward...

The blade flashed as it swept across the skeletal fist.

The man in black robes was only wearing a white undergarment and was being pulled backward at high speed by thin threads.

A flash of blood appeared on his chest.

He had already been stabbed.

He screamed and muttered something under his breath again.

The white skeletal humanoid roared.

The aura intensified once again.

Amidst the crackling sound of the ground, countless white bones converged towards the silver sand.

The skeletal figure grew larger and larger, its aura becoming stronger and stronger. In the time it took to breathe, it solidified into a tangible form.

Meanwhile, black and yellow armor also formed on the bones.

A sharp cry rang out from the sky.

The voice pierced Li Xin's mind like a sharp needle.

"The so-called Saha White Bone Array is nothing more than this."

Li Xin was highly skilled and daring, but he wasn't reckless.

After trying it out, they found that Yin Ping was indeed a man of many tricks up his sleeve and extremely difficult to deal with.

In a one-on-one situation, killing him would be as easy as killing a chicken.

But now that he is in the great formation, his strength, especially his speed, has been suppressed by more than half.

It's not that we can't fight.

But it's really unnecessary.

To fight head-on against this hastily cobbled-together skeleton.

He's not that stupid.

With this thought in mind, he exerted his strength in his waist and abdomen, performed a backflip, and retreated fifteen or sixteen meters.

The blade flashed and cut down three writhing zombies along the way. With a light touch of the toes on the curtain, he leaped up and landed on the treetop.

They were about to leave the array's cover at any moment.

With a cut to his chest and covered in blood, the monk Yin Ping roared in anger.

A dark shadow streaked down from the sky.

It struck like a sharp arrow.

chirp...

A sharp cry.

Li Xin felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

This psychological attack was even more powerful...

Li Xin's body felt ten times heavier.

My mind feels heavy and dull.

He mustered his courage, turned around and cleaved Black Hawk in two with a single stroke. Enduring the excruciating pain in his forehead, he let out a muffled groan and leaped back onto the roof.

My body felt lighter than before.

Looking at the lights of the Red Mansion again, I couldn't help but smile.

"Good formation, not bad. I don't believe you can hide inside forever."

He shook his arm and felt that his left arm was sore and weak, as if countless sharp needles were pricking it.

It is clear that the fascia and meridians have been damaged.

He fought against the giant white-boned giant made of silver sand scattered from the silver bottle, but still suffered minor injuries.

However, after drinking a talisman dissolved in water upon returning home, everything was fine.

This so-called "Great White Bone Array" in front of us is indeed quite something.

Although this is the Dharma-ending Age.

However, we cannot disregard steamed buns as a staple food.

Even a wrecked ship has three thousand nails.

I didn't know before, not because I didn't know, but because I wasn't qualified to see it.

Now that their core interests have been threatened, they've resorted to any means necessary.

The thought of foreigners building embassies around the imperial city, grabbing land, and engaging in large-scale operations is striking.

But they waited and did not immediately attack the palace.

It's not that they aren't greedy; they're probably just waiting for the right opportunity.

If it were so easy to win over important figures in the palace, why bother with all this futile effort of semi-colonialism? It would be completely pointless.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, Li Xin will take it as true.

……

"Hongxiu, investigate carefully and find out which high-ranking officials and wealthy young men frequent the Wanfulou Theater."

Their target was a dashing, well-regarded young man.

Regardless of whether he has martial arts skills or not, let's look at his fame.

After returning to Li Garden, the first thing Li Xin did was not to check his gains or add any more points to his faith power, but to instruct Zhuang Hongxiu to prepare for a thorough investigation.

"Yuanshun will be sending a batch of children to settle us in our previous place. Take some people with you. I'll go with you later."

"Yes, young master."

Zhuang Hongxiu glanced at Li Xin with some concern, her gaze lingering on his left arm.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury. The enemy is more seriously wounded. Go get a bowl of water."

"OK, all right."

Zhuang Hongxiu did not alert the others in Li Garden.

Even when Xiaoyue asked her questions, she managed to fool her and brought warm tea into the room with a smile.

Watching Li Xin dissolve the talisman and drink the water, he finally let out a long breath, clutching his chest, and said with some sadness:

"Young Master, we have plenty of time. Some things don't need to be done in a day. We can take our time..."

"I know, it was just a test."

Li Xin waved his hand.

Seeing Zhuang Hongxiu still looking at him pitifully, as if she wanted to say something but dared not, he realized that she was looking at him with a pitiful expression.

He chuckled and took his head maid's hand, saying something from the heart: "Don't worry, I haven't had three wives and four concubines, nor have I experienced the beauty of this world. How could I possibly take any risks?"

Even if everyone else in the world had problems, I wouldn't have any problems.

"Pooh……"

Hongxiu blushed.

"Who's so shameless? Young Master, you mustn't say that in front of outsiders. Otherwise, even Senior Sister Feiyan won't talk to you anymore."

"So, Hongxiu, you're willing?"

"Young Master?"

Hongxiu could no longer hold back.

Although she was gentle and weak and had no temper, she was not without shyness.

Who asks that to your face?

Besides, I don't have any real status.

She walked to the door. Turning back with a smile, she said softly, "Actually, as long as Young Master can keep Nunu by his side, that's enough."

After saying this, she covered her face with her sleeve and quickly left with small, quick steps.

Li Xin felt that even when she practiced Wing Chun's central attack, she was never as light and agile as she was now.

Clearly, she was in a very good mood.

"What a wonderful girl! It's such a terrible old society."

Li Xin smiled, chuckled a few times, and then calmed down.

My body is still just a child's, so I can only talk nonsense for now. I shouldn't think about these things for the time being.

Look at your arm.

As life gathers.

The tendons in my left arm are recovering rapidly.

At the same time, the dislocated bones and bruised muscles caused by the shock also improved quickly under the catalysis of a cool aura.

……

Chapter 157 The Identity of the Silver Bottle, Martial Arts Competition Among Nations

The function of the 【生字】 is far more than just healing injuries, nor is it limited to curing diseases.

Thinking of Yin Ping and his application of the "death character," Li Xin pondered.

In truth, it's about nurturing life and eliminating stagnation.

These are complementary things.

Life and death are inherently one.

When viewed separately, each has its own flaws.

But when viewed together, it represents a person's fundamental growth.

Life and death are in my control, and old age and illness are gone.

No matter how you look at it, the potential of these two Taoist seedlings is still greater than their own martial arts cultivation.

It is also above the [Divine Strike] secret technique.

After all, the purpose of martial arts training is solely to defeat enemies.

At most, it can cause some physical transformation and extend lifespan to a limited extent.

However, without the support of faith, the secret techniques of divine strikes are nothing more than the protective skills of heretics.

It can protect the Dharma and the Way, but it cannot directly lead to immortality.

It is not the same concept as the true lineage of Taoism.

"Therefore, the [death character] at the Silver Bottle Monk's place must not be let go."

Thinking of the monk Yin Ping, Li Xin recalled the previous battle.

Leaving aside the strength of the Silver Bottle Monk.

The key point is that this person is particularly insidious.

The pre-prepared Saha White Bone Array was also extremely powerful.