Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 68: Divine Strike
Let's go back a little in time, back to when the flying crane letter from Liu Shao, the owner of Jianghu Inn, was delivered.

Watching the young shopkeeper Liu delivering information about himself to the I-Kuan Taoism headquarters in the form of a paper crane letter, Wang Yi knew that it was his turn.

"Brother Liang, thank you for your help."

"Ah."

Liang Ting nodded, raised his hand, and began to stimulate his true Qi. Behind Liang Ting, the ten puppets covered with black cloth were also activated under the connection of Liang Ting's true Qi. The ten puppets, which were only the size of half-grown children, were engraved with dense talisman stripes. Under Liang Ting's control, they split into two groups and walked towards the Yiguan Daoist mansion in front of the two people, trying to surround it.

The movement of the puppet naturally could not deceive the servants who were confused by vision. Wang Yi just waved his hand and made the servants who were guarding the door fall asleep. Then he watched Liang Ting show his talents as a grandmaster of both mechanisms and talismans at this moment.

Ten puppets, which were only the size of children, surrounded the I-Kuan Taoism's mansion. Then they opened their arms in unison. The soft bones represented by the Mo Jin Rou Gu Sect popped out from the puppets' arms. The puppets, which were only the size of half-grown children, also kept shrinking as the soft bones popped out, until they were connected by a line. Looking down from a high place, it seemed as if a circle was drawn around the I-Kuan Taoism's mansion.

The talisman stripes engraved on these puppets glowed faintly in the darkness, forming a formation that isolated the inside and the outside, so that the people inside could not hear the movements of the outside world, and the people outside could not see clearly what was happening inside.

Just using these ten puppets and talismans to create such a relatively simple isolation between the inside and the outside, Liang Ting, the grandmaster of mechanical mechanisms and talismans, had sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Brother Liang?"

"It can hold up, but this formation, apart from blocking the sound and sight from both inside and outside, cannot prevent people from entering or leaving."

"enough."

Wang Yi replied concisely, and then he did something that made Liang Ting, who had always been calm, show an expression of surprise. Also shocked by Wang Yi's move were the masters from all sides of the capital who were watching this show in Yinghe Tower.

Wang Yi put his hands behind his back and stepped forward, as if he was stepping on solid ground. He walked towards the air step by step, as if an invisible staircase was under Wang Yi's feet, allowing him to step into the void step by step.

This scene was too shocking for the wandering Taoist priest of Baiyun Temple, who was watching from Yinghe Tower through the unique image transmission method of Jianghu Inn. Even his disciple, the young Taoist priest Dongtian, grabbed his master's sleeve, pointed at Wang Yi's stepping in the air in the picture, and shouted loudly.

"Master! Gods! There really are gods!"

To the young Taoist priest Fang Dongtian, who was only twelve years old and had not yet started practicing, Wang Yi's performance was just like the immortals recorded in the classics, floating in the air as if riding the wind and ascending to heaven.

"Hmph! Evil creature! What immortal? It's nothing more than a method of controlling objects and stepping on them! Just like that group of Yi Guan Taoism, they are all just tricks to deceive people!"

"But the liars of the I-Kuan Taoism can't fly..."

The young Taoist priest Fang Dongtian felt wronged after being hit on the head, but he didn't know that his master, Taoist priest Yunyou, was also wronged. Although the means of floating in the air are not uncommon, not everyone has it. At least in their Quanzhen lineage, in the practice of dual cultivation of sex and life, there is a move called Yang Shen's Travel, which can experience the feeling of looking at the vast sea in the morning and the vast sky in the evening. But that is only what Yang Shen sees, which is his own soul, not his physical body. And it can only be done by those who have reached a very high level of dual cultivation of sex and life.

There are not many people who can step on the void like Wang Yi does now, without the help of any external objects, like a god.

"Hey! How could such a good seedling be taken advantage of by the Ghost Hand King, a Quan Xing bastard!" The wandering Taoist priest from the Quan Zhen lineage of Baiyun Temple also joined the team that was jealous of the Ghost Hand King.

Wang Yi didn't care how much shock his move brought to the audience. He just walked slowly in the air until he reached the banquet hall of the Yiguan Daoist house. While he was still thinking about how to make his debut, he heard the sound of the doctrine being read from below. In the sound of the recitation that gradually became solemn and dignified, Wang Yi also sensed the surge of the innate Qi.

This made Wang Yi feel very strange, because these surging innate Qi were spontaneously converging somewhere below the banquet hall, as if at the end of the gathering of these innate Qi, there seemed to be something absorbing these innate Qi as nutrition.

Didn't expect to get an unexpected reward? In this case, Wang Yi no longer thought about how to make a brilliant appearance. He responded to the teachings read by the guys below and raised his hand to press down.

The human body's magnetic field was in full force, and an invisible force, under Wang Yi's control, covered everyone in the banquet hall indiscriminately, forcing them to kneel or lie down, interrupting their noisy chanting.

With a wave of his hand, tiles flew everywhere, and Wang Yi slowly fell down, floating in the air. In this brightly lit banquet hall, from the head of the Yiguan Daoism, to the masters of the four major charity halls, to the believers and Taoist children, no one could stand, and could only kneel or lie prone on the ground, barely looking up at Wang Yi who looked like a banished immortal.

Unfortunately, Wang Yi didn't even look at these guys who were suppressed by his palm. In the banquet hall, including the great master, there were only five guys who could barely be called extraordinary people. But their methods, well, really made Wang Yi puzzled. Even if this kind of people had someone supporting them behind the scenes, how could they take root in the capital?

Wang Yi locked onto the direction where the innate Qi had just gathered. It was on the wall behind the seat of the great master, where there was a painting hanging.

There is no landscape in the painting, only a vortex of clouds. Looking closely, there is a strange feeling that it is sucking people's minds into it. There is also a little innate Qi overflowing in this painting. In this painting, Wang Yi seems to feel that there is a life sleeping.

"Interesting, is this the trump card that allows you to gain a foothold in the capital?"

Wang Yi raised his hand and was about to put the painting into his pocket, but at this moment, the Great Immortal of the I-Kuan Taoism who noticed Wang Yi's action suddenly shouted loudly.

The tone of his voice was like that of an opera, but the degree of his body twitching was more like the method used by a hermit outside the Great Wall to allow an immortal to possess his body.

"Mother of the Unborn, the hometown of the Vacuum! Yiguan Daoism, the ancestor of all paths, the headmaster, omnipotent! The 24th headmaster of the Beijing branch of Yiguan Daoism, please invite the headmaster to possess you!!!" Along with his mixed opera voice, the incantation of the horse spirit and the White Lotus Sect, the innate Qi that stored the power of faith of all living beings also flew out of the painting and attached to the so-called headmaster. In an instant, he broke free from the restraints imposed on him by Wang Yi, and the four charity hall masters were also isolated from the force field by his innate Qi.

One or two of them stood beside the master, like the four heavenly kings guarding the Dharma.

"Interesting. I know how entertainers play gods, but entertainers from other families use the power of faith to play the real gods worshipped by all living beings. You, on the other hand, create your own gods, believe in them, and play them yourself. What's the matter? You are from the hometown of the Unborn Mother of the White Lotus Sect, and you are the head of the Yiguan Dao Sect, who is all-powerful. You are also a hybrid. Come, let me see how you are all-powerful and how you are all-powerful."

Wang Yi laughed when he saw this scene, your Taoist teachings are a mess, and even your method of acting as a god is a mess. You are really lucky that you didn't suffer from schizophrenia.

But it’s better this way, so that the fight won’t be so boring.

As he spoke, Wang Yi used the same trick again, applying pressure from the gravity field.

But this time, the leader of the I-Kuan Taoism, who carried the power of many beliefs and transformed into the innate Qi, just swept the whisk made of the true Qi in his hand to isolate Wang Yi's gravity field, and at the same time shouted loudly.

"You bold lunatic! How dare you say that we are all frauds! Today, I will let you see the immortals and gods we invited.

The head of the I-Kuan Taoism held a whisk made of true Qi in his left hand and placed it on his right hand. He pointed his right hand at Wang Yi and spoke in a pretentious manner. At the same time, he waved the whisk made of true Qi in his hand. The whisk, made of the power of faith of all living beings, split into four parts and sank into the bodies of the four charity hall masters he had brought up.

As the power of faith of all living beings entered their bodies, the eyes of the four charity hall masters turned white, they pointed their swords with their right hands, held their left hands, pointed their swords towards the sky, stepped on the ground with their feet, and muttered something.

"Tai Shang Lao Jun is in a hurry like a law!"

"Please call upon the Monkey King, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!" The true energy in his body turned into a long stick, and his body became as clever as a monkey, but this cleverness became funny on this man.

“Second, please invite the Central Plains Martial Saint Guandi!” With one hand stroking his beard, he held the Green Dragon Crescent Blade that was transformed from true Qi in the other, his eyes were bright and full of murderous intent.

"Please invite Nezha, the Third Prince, to turn the rivers and seas upside down for the third time!" He held the true energy in his hand and it turned into a circle of heaven and earth, but unfortunately he did not have the illusion of three heads and six arms.

"Fourth invitation to Guanjiangkou..."

"I invite your mother!"

"boom!"

Another gunshot was heard. The true Qi transformed from the power of faith of all living beings was able to block Wang Yi's invisible and intangible gravity field, but it could not stop Wang Yi from shooting impatiently.

The fourth hall master hadn't finished chanting his words for a divine beating when a hole appeared on his forehead. His eyes, which had been rolled back, regained their spirits as he stared at the smoking muzzle of the gun in Wang Yi's left hand. He hadn't finished chanting his words when he fell straight down.

Wang Yi held the gun in his left hand, an invisible force field unfolded, and he picked his ears with his right hand, looking impatient.

"You should probably read it three times, why four times? Reading the lines also counts."

"kill!"

The shock caused by the gunshots lasted only a few seconds. After a few seconds, in addition to the three hall masters who were controlled by the power of faith of all living beings to fight, the head of the I-Kuan Taoism, who was in control of everything, also reacted at this time.

The sleeves of his robe waved and wrapped around him. The innate Qi blessed by the power of faith of all living beings turned into strands of silk and attacked the pistol in Wang Yi's left hand.

Yo? You're still afraid of guns?

Wang Yi was happy, but looking at the three hall masters who had turned into puppets in the hands of the head of the I-Kuan Taoism with the power of faith of all living beings, Wang Yi was too lazy to shoot, as he had no place to find replenishment of bullets.

He just raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the three guys who were attacking him and leaving him no chance to dodge.

He said softly: "Sure~"

With just one word, the invisible gravity field within three feet of Wang Zhou's body increased exponentially, and the three hall masters who were possessed by the power of divine beating were pinned to the ground by a force that was more than ten times their own strength, unable to move.

Wang Yi just stood there, holding a gun in his hand, aiming at the head of the I-Kuan Taoism who had no idea what was happening, but with a smile on his face.

　There's another one at six o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)