Soundwave Killer

  At this moment, Yan Chixia's side should have been fighting intensely, and even with such a long distance in between, the Mo disciples could clearly feel the tremors transmitted through the ground beneath their feet, not to mention the colorful lights that illuminated half of the night sky. Since the battle situation ahead was so fierce and explosive, why couldn't they see any tense atmosphere on this side? In such a large camp, it was empty and desolate, as if all the leaders of the White Lotus Sect had already escaped?

  Just as the Mo disciples were in a state of great perplexity, a tent not far away suddenly rose up without any wind, and a strong whirlwind easily tore the oilcloth into countless fragments.

  At this time, a soft and gentle woman's voice suddenly echoed, saying in a warm and soothing tone:

  "Hehehe, how strange! I, a young lady, have never invited a gentleman to meet at midnight before!"

  A lantern suddenly lit up, and a woman's face with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression appeared before the eyes of Mo Du and his companions. A hint of murderous intent was hidden within that smile.

  Just now, Yan Chixia's fierce and violent palm thunder destroyed the White Lotus Sect's altar. Realizing that a great battle would take place tonight, Feng Wushuang, as the person in charge, immediately returned to her camp to change into a hundred-pleated skirt, with a white cloak draped over it. At this time, she looked like a lovely and elegant young girl from the outside, except for the ancient zither she held horizontally in her arms.

  The Mohists have always regarded music as a luxury that corrupts people's lives, and even though they no longer strongly oppose music like in the time of Mozi, the Mohist disciples do not have much good feelings towards music.

  Gazing at the mysterious woman with a calm expression across from him, Dongmen Qiu narrowed his eyes and sized her up from head to toe, saying in a stern tone:

  "Witch, listen up. If you know what's good for you, leave now and tell your senior brothers and sisters not to come to Jiangjia Village again to stir up trouble. Otherwise, today will be the day you arrive but never leave."

  Upon hearing this, Feng Wusuo elegantly lifted her snow-white wrist, and her slender fingers passed through her long, raven-black hair that reached down to her waist. Afterwards, Feng Wusuo seemed completely unaware of Dongmen Qiu's warning, and continued to smile as she said:

  "Hmph, what a big tone! You scared me to death, little lady. How about I sing a song for you gentlemen to appreciate?"

  As she spoke, Feng Wusuo gently untied the silk ribbon of her cloak, and as it slid off, a nearly translucent white gauze pleated skirt was revealed underneath, with a curvaceous figure visible in the flickering light of the bonfire in the distance. Immediately after, Feng Wusuo, with a beauty like that of peaches and plums, lifted her slender hands and gently stroked the silk strings of the guqin, the melodious sound of which, set against the distant cries of battle, seemed to transport her to an ethereal realm detached from reality.

  The clear and pleasant sound of the guqin came, like sobbing and complaining, at first, Mo Tu and others did not understand, until Dongmen Qiuliu carefully listened to the rhythm and beat, he only felt that his mind was spinning.

  When Dongmen Qiu suddenly realized that he had underestimated his opponent's plan for a moment, he immediately clasped his hands together in a seal and loudly shouted:

  "Beware! Seal off the six senses, calm and guard your original heart without movement. This is the divine music of the Six Thieves' Soul-Stealing, the Wonderful Immortal's Dream."

  The techniques classified as sound-attacking type have always been the biggest cold door in various techniques since ancient times, except for Buddhist lion's roar, Tianlong Zen singing, and Taoist Qingping tune, which are well-known exorcism techniques.

  If you ask about the cause, it's nothing more than the fact that the direct lethal power of sound attacks is too low, and the effective speed is slow. Once the opponent has a certain degree of vigilance and seals off their hearing early on, most sound attack techniques become useless. However, this White Lotus Sect's Great Master Sister Feng Wushuang's sound attack is a secret technique passed down from the True Transmission of the World Without Life, and its effective range is not limited to human hearing. The six senses of the human body - eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body, and mind - can all be used as a springboard for attacking the spirit.

  The eyes see joy, the ears hear anger, the nose smells love, the tongue tastes thought, the mind desires, and the body is anxious. These are the six thieves that arise from the six consciousnesses born with the human body, also known as the great hidden dangers that practitioners cannot forget. The degree of threat is second only to the heart demons born in the depths of the heart and the invisible heavenly demons.

  Feng Wusong's deployment of this sonic assault technique is bold enough to be crowned with the name of the Six Bandits, and the danger level of this special form of competition is self-evident.

  Upon hearing Dongmen Qiu's reminder, the usually austere and self-disciplined Mo disciples did not dare to be complacent. They sat cross-legged on the ground, guarding their six senses, grasping their original heart, and concentrating their will to resist the "Six Bandits' Soul-Stealing Divine Dream Melody" that stirred up the six bandits within themselves. From this moment on, both sides were competing in spiritual power and willpower. This intense battle, if viewed from the outside, had one side playing the zither with gentle strokes, while the other side listened intently with a calm mind. The scene was elegant to the extreme, seemingly not as intense as the battlefield on Yan Chixia's side.

  Little did they know that the hidden dangers and killing intent in this invisible confrontation were more than enough to surpass a real sword fight.

  "What's going on? There isn't even a bit of noise over there."

  On the front battlefield, while fighting fiercely with several White Lotus Sect masters, Yan Chixia didn't forget to pay attention to the movements in the depths of the camp. He discovered that there had been no sound coming from inside for a long time, and his heart couldn't help but feel anxious.

  In this brief moment, Yan Chixia had already used his skilled swordsmanship and palm thunder, as well as various talismans in rotation. Although he seemed to have the upper hand on the surface, the opposing divine vessel was still very active, and it seemed that the plan for a midnight surprise attack was about to turn into a protracted battle. It should be noted that this place was the chosen camp of the White Lotus Sect, and if they dragged on until dawn, the situation on the battlefield might change in unpredictable ways at any time.

  Yan Chixia thought of this, and even he, who was usually calm, couldn't help but start to get anxious. In the midst of the intense battle, he took a moment to calm his nerves and began to think of a countermeasure.

  "We can't go on like this, something must be done."

  Thinking of this, he reached into his bosom and Yan Chixia fortunately found the divine talisman given to him by Huo Shan Shen Linxu, and his heart seemed to feel more at ease.

  This talisman has no other use, it can only summon a clone with a strength equivalent to one quarter of Lin Xu's. When he handed it over to Yan Chixia, Lin Xu made it very clear that this divine symbol could only be used when there was no other choice.

  Is it really unavoidable now? Taking advantage of the interval in the battle, Yan Chixia thought carefully for a moment, and then he withdrew his hand from his bosom. There were nearly two hours before dawn, so waiting a bit would be more secure!

  The reeds beat the wolf, both ends are afraid. The stalemate between Feng Wusong and Xia Mo has also caused panic among these White Lotus Sect cadres.

  Don't look at the White Lotus Sect's senior brothers, who are usually arrogant and domineering. When they're in front of Wen Susu, they're all like mice seeing a cat, their legs are all soft. This time, Feng Wudao was sent to lead the team, and Wen Susu also had special instructions for them. If they don't take good care of her, even if it's just one hair on Feng Wudao's head that gets damaged, none of these senior brothers will have a good ending when they get back.

  Just now, I saw a group of Ink Gate disciples rushing in, although I knew that Feng Wusong's methods were not ordinary and he was not easy to mess with. I'm afraid that she might ultimately be unable to resist the combined forces...

  I thought of the White Lotus Sect's leader, Wen Suxin, who was in charge of Huainan and other counties. Her cold and furious expression, as well as her ruthless methods for dealing with dissenters, made several senior brothers feel a chill run down their spines. They couldn't help but secretly pray: "Wu Shuang, elder sister, we'll come to support you right away! Please don't get hurt!"

  Feeling that she still had an ace up her sleeve, Yan Chixia temporarily held back her temper, while the White Lotus Sect was getting anxious to the point of being on fire.

  That hot-tempered Master Chen Shili, he tore off the clothes that had burst open due to his violently bulging muscles, formed a fearless seal with both hands and loudly shouted:

  "Mahāsa?gha of the unborn world, true body Maitreya Buddha, heart seal universal Buddha light!"

  Before his words had fallen, Chen Shilie's robust body was like a torch that had been ignited, and in an instant it radiated a dazzlingly intense light.

  It is said that no matter what kind of Buddha light, it should be filled with warm and compassionate energy. When one comes into contact with the Buddha light, they will feel a sense of peace and tranquility, as if bathed in spring breeze. However, the Buddha light emanating from Master Chen Shili's hands is fierce like flames, scorching those who come into contact with it, filling them with an aura of malevolence and cruelty. Amidst the majestic chanting sounds, one can faintly hear the subtle cries of pain and sorrow.

  Seeing this, Yan Chixia seemed to recall something and gritted her teeth, saying:

  "Hum, you evil demons and heretics, every day using the name of gods and Buddhas to harm people. Yan certain will today take the place of heaven to uphold justice, except for you monsters."

  Yan Chixia's words were indeed ruthless, but the White Lotus Sect had dozens of masters, not to mention the numerous secondary disciples. The situation was one of overwhelming odds against Yan Chixia, who alone could hardly withstand the enemy even if his body were made of iron.

  Since he dared to speak loudly, he must have had something to rely on. Yan Chixia carefully inserted his hand into his pocket and finally pulled out the divine symbol given by Lin Xu.

  Yan Chi Xia ignited the talisman with true fire while loudly shouting:

  "Disciple Yan Chi Xia, I invite you to descend with your divine law chariot!"

  "Boom——"

  At the place where the divine talisman was burned out, the green smoke had not yet dispersed, and a loud crackling sound was heard. Immediately, countless petals of strange-colored flowers that emitted an indescribable fragrance descended from the sky, shining with a phosphorescent glow. A white light coalesced into a human figure in mid-air, a hundred feet above the ground.

  Yan Chixia composed himself and waited until he saw clearly that the figure before him was not the expected clone, but the true body of Huo Shan's divine Lin Xu. At this moment, Yan Chixia also couldn't help but be shocked and pale, opening his mouth several times in succession, but he didn't know where to start speaking.

  "What's wrong, did you find it unexpected to see me?"

  Compared to Yan Chixia's shock, Lin Xu was much calmer and even turned around to ask the other party.

  At the sound, Yan Chixia cupped his hands and bowed, saying:

  "I didn't dare think that the true body of the revered god would personally descend..."

  "Alas, it seems I'm still not strong enough. Creating a clone would probably just make me a laughing stock, don't you understand?"

  With a wry smile, Yan Chixia connected the context and could guess the meaning of these unfamiliar words. However, at this critical moment, he didn't have time to discuss grammar and rhetoric with Lin Xu. Yan Chixia hastily urged:

  "Respectful gods, Dongmen Qiu and other heroes have already entered for a long time. I haven't heard any movement, only fearing that the situation will change. You should hurry up and deal with the White Lotus Cult demons here, and rush to reinforce them!"

  Hearing this, Lin Xu nodded in agreement and said:

  "Yan Daochang's words make sense, so let's get rid of these annoying guys first!"

  The grand momentum deliberately created at the time of Lin Xu's debut was not inferior to the oppressive atmosphere of a heavenly superstar's first appearance on a global tour.

  It's hard to say, but Lin Xu's grand entrance and majestic demeanor really stunned many of the White Lotus followers present; they had never seen such a magnificent performance before.

  It is well known that the White Lotus Sect believers firmly believe in Wusheng Laomu and Maitreya, and other miscellaneous gods are also worshipped. The more they believe in everything, the more they fear ghosts and gods haunting them. Now, if they were to confront this unknown god head-on, it would be like blowing cowhide on a windy day - who wouldn't be afraid? Alas, the current situation is at an impasse, and the usually arrogant masters are now in a precarious position, unable to retreat. At this point, even if they know that what's ahead might be a huge pitfall, they can only close their eyes, grit their teeth, and jump in.