At this moment, Huai Shi's tears almost flowed out of his eyes in grief and indignation. He dodged the onslaught awkwardly and twitched from time to time because of the stinging pain.
Everyone understood the principle, but how many people could do it?
Why was the pigeon so big?
Who knew!
His mind liked to indulge in flights of fancy, so how could he possibly have a pure mind?
Unless he had another few decades of hard practice and pondering, or immediately performed an operation on himself to work on his brain and soul.
Otherwise, how could a person who had been so carefree for more than ten years and didn't know what kind of ideas he would come up with in the next second become such a focused Taoist without any distracting thoughts in an instant?
He had never thought of such a thing!
It was after seeing through this that Elder Luo gave up on continuing to teach him and let him grow up as wild as he wanted.
He only received 100,000 yuan. It was okay to teach him so much and lose so much money. It was not worth it to make his blood pressure and life expectancy suffer.
Moreover, when it came to fighting and killing, Huai Shi's comprehension … was just average. Compared to Luo Xian, she was comparable to a stubborn rock. She could barely be considered average in terms of impressions.
To be able to get to where he was now, he really didn't rely on his own understanding and talent. He relied on his other side, which was already at an unprecedented level of musical talent.
Without the unreasonable skill of a musical performance, Huai Shi would have been beaten to death in some corner long ago.
How could he live until now?
"Old Ying, I'm just a piano player. At most, I'll be a conductor. You think too much. This is completely different from my professional requirements!"
Huai Shi dodged awkwardly. "If I really fix my mind on a voice and an instrument, the symphony can't be played. Then I'll still … Wait!"
While complaining, Huai Shi's soul suddenly trembled.
It was as if lightning flashed.
He came to a realization.
"Who said that I can't focus if I have more?"
He muttered absentmindedly, ignoring the hurricane behind his head. He rose into the air and skimmed over the poisonous and corrosive soup spurting out of the iron pot.
He finally grasped something.
It seemed that he understood again.
"Since different plans at the same time will cause chaos, then why don't we just arrange the order and priority?"
Different voices appearing at the same time was not important at all.
The most important thing was the effect achieved after the combination.
His limbs, bones, nerves, muscles, and even the circulation of Origin Substances and the rhythm of his soul.
Just like how the high, middle, and low parts had to be combined in an orderly manner, the string section, wind section, percussion section, and color section …
Take your positions, perform your duties, and follow your orders.
Only then could the music be played smoothly.
His thoughts went in circles, from confusion to comprehension, then confusion, and finally comprehension again. However, he discovered that he had unknowingly returned to the starting point.
Huai Shi murmured in realization.
"Isn't this symphonic music?"
Ignoring the piercing pain that kept bursting out all over his body, the Spear of Compassion tore apart the gravy that was spreading on the ground and opened up a straight path on the ground that had been burnt red.
Huai Shi rushed in, brushing past the Beheading Bone Saber and the Giant Shovel.
The Sword of Virtue was raised again.
It was aimed at the head chef's body.
Head? Four arms? Neck? Legs? Or the giant mouth in front of his chest?
Were those distracting thoughts in the way?
Was it necessary to have a pure thought?
As his thoughts turned, the piercing pain continued to spread throughout his body. Origin Substance surged, endlessly pouring into him. The light on the blade surged, illuminating Huai Shi's smile.
In that instant, Ying Fangzhou frowned and shook his head unhappily. "Wrong."
"No, that's right — —"
Huai Shi muttered. In this brief moment, he took a step forward and stabbed at his opponent in front of him.
The Sword of Virtue cried out.
Dozens of tiny cracks appeared on the blade, clanging and trembling. It was difficult for it to withstand the power that had been placed on its body in this brief moment.
It was not just the power of the Mountain Ghost. The sky above, the earth below, and even Ying Fangzhou's Lightning Prison trembled slightly, merging into the rhythm that Huai Shi had created.
— — Heaven and Earth resonated here!
A melodious sound that was even louder than thunder erupted from the head chef's bloated body.
In an instant, it pierced through.
A massive crack appeared on the head chef's back, blood and shattered bones spewing out.
The head chef, however, did not seem to notice. He continued to smile savagely as his giant hand suddenly grabbed Huai Shi's arm. Meanwhile, he raised the giant bone blade in his other hand and aimed it at Huai Shi's face.
This time, I won't let you escape again … …
And Huai Shi did not try to escape.
He still stood in place.
He only raised his head and gazed at his plump opponent with a slight smile, as if the battle had already ended.
Immediately afterwards, the giant blade that was about to descend froze in the air.
It froze.
The head chef's expression suddenly changed. He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound came out.
An intense tremor spread out from the wound. It was like a wave, causing the flesh to churn. The surging power and rhythm reverberated throughout his body.
At first, it was just a faint and low mournful sound, like a moan. But then, the fine line of sound suddenly burst out like a tide, sweeping and covering every inch of his limbs and bones. Even his own power and frozen soul were pulled into the unreasonable turbulence, becoming part of a chain reaction.
With the bones as the pipe, the muscles as the string, the organs as the drum, and the lungs as the horn. In the end, it was like a resounding roar under the violently expanding mountain of flesh.
The mighty melody galloped and reverberated wantonly, destroying his body and soul, producing this indescribably beautiful song.
Inspired by the legendary Walpurgis Night where witches danced and cast spells, the symphony composed by the Russian Federation composer Mussorgsky two hundred years ago was called "Night on the Barren Mountain".
At this moment, with the head chef's bloated and massive body as the stage, the cries of the witches and demons, as well as the dark spirits, appeared once again. Accompanied by the eerie and solemn melody, they wantonly spread throughout his body.
The bone cleaver, the giant shovel, the rolling pin, and the iron pot fell off from the twitching arm, followed by the skin and rolled muscles, and even the broken bones!
The tragic roars and screams blended into the melody that spread throughout his body, becoming a part of this cruel performance.
The flesh and blood seemed to have come alive, singing loudly under Huai Shi's Mastery.
The sound of cracking and shattering was endless, and cracks appeared on the huge body one after another. In the end, the head chef knelt on the ground with difficulty, his face full of wrinkles, was filled with shock and fear.
Incomprehensible.
"What … is … that?"
In the silence, Huai Shi looked down at him, thought for a moment, and answered seriously.
"This is called art."
Lightning flashed and disappeared.
As the roar spread, the corpse that had lost its soul fell on its back, no longer making a sound.
Huai Shi, on the other hand, turned around and looked outside the dissipating thunder prison.
Ying Fangzhou's face was gloomy.
His smile was cheerful.
"How was it?" He asked.
Ying Fangzhou did not speak, and did not even bother to answer him.
He only felt that there must be something wrong with this person.
The breakthrough was indeed a breakthrough, but why was it so infuriating?
He had spent so much effort to bring this thing to the door of the Realm of Purity, but in the blink of an eye, this thing had reversed out of the warehouse. Moreover, it had sped all the way, growing wildly on an unexpected path and discovering this evil technique of using the opponent as a musical instrument …
After integrating the power of self and the environment through the Supreme, he forcefully resonated with the opponent, and then compressed the entire performance in an instant, and poured it into the opponent's stomach.
It showed what it meant to drag the opponent into the same realm, and then defeat him with skillful experience …
Just looking at Huai Shi's smug look, he could not help but want to beat this thing up. But the other party had completed the trial he had set, and Ying Fangzhou, who was proud of his seniority, felt helpless.
"What are you still standing there for?"
Ying Fangzhou turned around angrily. "Let's go!"
"Oh, oh, okay."
Huai Shi nodded, and chased after him. "But, what did you think of my move just now? How was it? Under your guidance, I was indeed enlightened and instantly comprehended it. If not for your guidance, I would still … "
Boom!
Lightning suddenly burst out.
A dazzling light descended from the sky, and gathered in Ying Fangzhou's hand. The terrifying heat spread, and the ground under his feet was scorched black and melted.
The premonition of death suddenly emerged in Huai Shi's heart.
And at that moment, Ying Fangzhou suddenly turned around, holding the lightning spear that gathered all the light in the sky, and aimed it at the stunned Huai Shi, and flew out!
Then, it brushed past Huai Shi's stunned face and flew behind him.
It was held in the hand of a long dead charred hand, and after half of the body was burned to ashes, it was completely crushed. Then, the huge body on the ground suddenly stretched out its hand, and pressed on Huai Shi's shoulder.
It clenched.
"Mr. Ying, your lightning seems to be as old as you. It's unbelievably old."
A familiar voice sounded from the broken body, and a bloody and charred face stretched out from behind Huai Shi's shoulder, and greeted him mockingly.
The rotten flesh rolled, and a middle-aged face that he had never seen before appeared, but that evil smile and eyes full of madness and mockery made Huai Shi suddenly think of another name.
— Golden Dawn Woodman!
"You finally recognized me?"
Woodman, who was leaning on the broken body, grinned. "Long time no see, Huai Shi, did you miss me?"
"Yes."
Huai Shi smiled and nodded. "I missed you."
At that moment, the outline of the Sword of Virtue reappeared, and the sharp blade penetrated his rotten face with irresistible force.
Intense light burst out!
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