Chapter 312: The Zither Plays Thunder, the Hook Named Seven Killings

Seeing his captain face the backlash of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls, Gao Hu felt a trace of desolation and fear in his heart. The Earth Immortal Realm was too terrifying! Plot characters from ordinary worlds always felt a hint of discomfort when facing Reincarnators with their endless array of methods.

This often became the Reincarnators' reliance for winning against the strong while being weak.

Yet this Zhu Wuchang, despite being only a Core Formation Second Rank figure, possessed intelligence and methods that were truly terrifying. Facing his captain's Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Array, many cultivators would have their strength reduced by more than half due to the fear in their hearts.

Even if someone could see through the weaknesses of the array, most died in the calculations of the second layer, killed by the shifting formation in the latter half.

But Zhu Wuchang, who had been a step ahead from beginning to end, intercepting everyone with a single flat boat across the river and forcing them into a dead end using only three types of arts, was truly unique.

The first time, he drove water beasts to stop the tower ship, besieging everyone with the strength of one person; the second time, he saw through the reality of the sword array, guiding a group of fierce ghosts to counter-charge the Gate of Life; the third time, when Yuan Hao reversed the Gate of Life and Death, turning the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Array into an evil path and triggering the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls Sword Array to pour the backlash onto Zhu Wuchang, he was still able to escape with ease.

Afterwards, he even used the method of divine sacrifice to guide the ten thousand ghosts to reverse the sword array and backlash against the sword master!

Such methods could be called terrifying and awe-inspiring.

It showed that this person's willpower, magic power, divine abilities, and calculations were comprehensively above everyone else.

Clearly lacking overly powerful divine abilities, he simply leveraged the situation to force them into a dead end. He made it so that the Reincarnators couldn't even exert fifty percent of their own strength!

Gao Hu knew that for them, the best outcome now was to use a trump card they had bought with a large amount of merit points, discard the six Flowing Cloud Hundred Talisman Swords most suitable for Captain Yuan Hao, and abandon the mission to flee.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls Sword Array was still absorbing the drowning ghosts and grievances from the upper and lower reaches of the Dajiang.

Wisps of nether fire continued to fly out from the Dajiang, merging into the sword array. The sword light of the six talisman swords, tainted by fierce ghosts, turned into six sword ghosts burning with green fire. The aura of each sword ghost was not inferior to a Core Formation True Person, and they possessed the power to shuttle through the void, shifting between reality and illusion.

At this moment, the sword array had already expanded for a hundred miles.

Within a hundred miles, the sword light transformed by these six sword ghosts could arrive in an instant and slash through the void.

This change even exceeded Yuan Hao's own expectations. He had not thought that the out-of-control Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls, after seizing control of the sword array, would actually spontaneously derive the part of the changes missing from the classics in his hands.

Yuan Hao's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had seen the path forward for his own sword technique.

But immediately, his expression became increasingly solemn; this also meant that if he wanted to escape, he might have to pay an even more painful price.

A wisp of green fire sword light flickered slightly, and this sword ghost escaped into the void. When it jumped out again, it was already close to Yuan Hao. With one sword slash, the malevolent qi of Yuan Hao's protective magic treasure was instantly broken, and his figure was split in two by the sword, falling in mid-air before 'poofing' into a grass doll the size of a palm.

Yuan Hao, who had manifested his figure not far away, had lingering fears and was terrified. If it weren't for the fact that when He Fan obtained the inheritance of the Puppeteer, he had another opportunity and obtained a secret substitute doll refined with witchcraft, he might have been killed by this sword slash while caught off guard.

And he no longer had a second substitute doll!

Du Xiuniang had already lunged forward, the large fan in her hand spinning and flying out, scattering a sky full of flower rain. The Hundred Flowers Malevolent Qi, refined by collecting the essence qi emitted by hundreds of flowers at specific seasons, carried soul-destroying, highly toxic, and confusing spells. It fell upon the countless green sword qi, but only managed to wear down a few dozen fierce ghost sword qi.

And the long river of sword qi surged upwards; such sword qi numbered more than tens of thousands.

Gao Hu turned his head to look at the tower ship, wanting to see if, at this point, there were still any plot characters who could provide assistance. He held a one-in-ten-thousand hope in his heart: what if there were reinforcements from the Jin Court side?

He saw Zhi Xia gripping the long sword in her hand, guarding in front of Zhang Huaien. Two old men with extraordinary auras, suspected to be Core Formation True Persons, looked at Yuan Hao's disheveled figure, their lips even carrying a trace of faint mockery.

And Zhang Huaien, whom they were protecting, was clutching Zhi Xia's back collar tightly, his expression flustered, carrying a trace of despair.

That mysterious Daoist, Yu Chenzi, had actually taken out an ancient zither and placed it horizontally across his knees?

Was he seeing the scene of ten thousand ghosts turning into swords, finding the scene magnificent, and intending to provide live accompaniment?

Gao Hu felt grief and indignation in his heart... Zither music with a lofty artistic conception, like high mountains and flowing water, reached his ears. It made the few Reincarnators who heard this sound unable to help but glance sideways.

He Fan, the Puppeteer dressed as a scholar in white, shook his head and said: "No wonder they say that in the Wei and Jin era of the Earth Immortal Realm, the scholar clans were all pedantic and useless. Does he think that if we die, he can still survive? When the time comes, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls will completely lose control, and those six sword ghosts will have no restraints, killing anyone they see. No one present, except for that Zhu Wuchang, will be able to survive!"

At this moment, even the two old men, Jiao and Huan, who were coldly watching all this from the tower ship, were amused!

"This person is quite open-minded! His temperament is somewhat like that junior of the Ji family!" The old man surnamed Jiao pointed at Qian Chen and laughed.

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore!

Just after the prelude, Qian Chen plucked the Shang string. Where the zither sound passed, the river water surged like a great tide, rolling up mightily. Several water dragons curled up on the Dajiang, tossing and turning in front of the tower ship. Accompanied by the zither sound, those few water dragons turned into ice souls.

With one breath of the crystalline ice soul cold light, endless thunder light erupted with a boom, rushing into the surging long river of sword qi.

The Ice Soul Divine Thunder erupted with a boom, and the ten thousand ghost sword tide stalled.

Countless fierce ghosts turned into ice shavings in the thunder light, scattering down one after another, starting a snowstorm on the Dajiang.

Qian Chen, in his Daoist robe, sat upright at the bow of the boat, his feather fan placed beside his knees, an ancient zither across his knees. Whether plucking or picking, his expression was comfortable, even carrying a trace of ease and self-satisfaction. The zither sound was sometimes heavy, sometimes clear and resonant...

The sound of thunder was high and intense, the zither sound was stirring!

Rolling thunder sounds swept out from that inconspicuous ancient zither, echoing over the Dajiang. The Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Array was trembling. The six sword ghosts seemed to feel a fatal threat, and the six sword lights rolled together, slashing through the void...

In an instant, they arrived in front of Qian Chen!

Sword light suddenly rose from the belly of the ancient zither, appearing like an illusion in everyone's eyes. That streak of sword light was fleeting, icy and crystalline, ethereal like an autumn swan...

Ice Soul Ancient Shendao!

The sword array set up by the six sword ghosts was broken in an instant. Qian Chen, following a momentary feeling in the dark, realized in his heart: "Sure enough, the Taiyin Severing Emotion Blade Scripture has some connection with the Heaven and Earth Six Imperial Sword Art."

Just with this one blade, he forced the fierce ghosts transformed by the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Art to exert all the changes that this remnant array could derive.

Qian Chen's sword light also changed accordingly. The ice soul cold light gradually weakened, but the trace of ethereal intent in the sword light became increasingly traceless.

The sword light plunged into the zither belly, and the zither sound became tainted with lingering charm, carrying a bit of carefree detachment. The countless sword qi that followed the sword ghosts were broken cleanly before they could even reach Qian Chen.

The long river of sword qi rushing towards him suddenly split to both sides.

Severing the long river with zither sound...

The torrent was interrupted, the Heavenly River opened!

When the zither sound rang out, Zhu Wuchang looked up. By the time the Shang string moved, he didn't even care about Yuan Hao and the others. Looking at Qian Chen sitting at the bow of the boat, his expression was solemn. When this sword light rose, it forced him to close his eyes.

He gently wiped the bloodstain on his cheek.

Zhu Wuchang said in a low voice: "Guanghan Palace Taiyin Blade Scripture? The Guanghan Feng Xianzi of this generation is actually a man?"

Qian Chen, who was quietly playing the zither, swayed slightly. The lofty zither sound, without a trace of impurity, inexplicably carried a trace of killing intent.

Zhu Wuchang was greatly alarmed. The formless and qualityless zither sound, because of this trace of killing intent, turned into a shocking sword qi.

On the calm water surface of the Dajiang, a long scratch appeared, breaking the water surface, like a sword piercing the heart, stabbing towards Zhu Wuchang.

A cyan sword light rose from Zhu Wuchang's waist.

This sword light turned, locking onto this invisible sword qi just a foot in front of him.

The shape of this sword light was surprisingly the style of the strange flying sword Qian Chen had used before—the flying hook!

This Young Sect Master of the Meishan Sect seemed to be proficient in this type of flying hook that was very different from the norm.

This set of flying hooks in his hand was named Seven Killings, and it was rumored to have been passed down to the Supreme Dao Ancestor, named Seven Cultivations flying swords. It was divided into seven types: dragon, snake, toad, turtle, golden chicken, jade rabbit, and centipede, each with its own shape, specifically breaking the true qi of side-door sects.

After the Meishan Zhang Ancestor obtained the remnant chapters of the seals, he made additional repairs.

Because the two restrictions of the Dragon and the Jade Rabbit had dissipated too much, in the end, they could only be supplemented with the side-door Five Poisons restriction, adding the House Gecko and the Scorpion to complete the set with the Snake, Toad, Turtle, Golden Rooster, and Centipede.

Although it lost the purity of the Daoist sect and lacked the ability to break the true qi and magic power of side-door sects, it had other wonderful uses and was a set of superior flying swords of the Meishan Sect!

And this cyan sword light was the green bamboo hook of the snake shape!

The green bamboo hook light could not completely lock the power of this sword qi. Zhu Wuchang felt a chill in his heart, and a slight stinging pain came. Only then did he dare not hold back, and two more sword lights rose from his sleeves.

One was like a centipede with a hundred legs, the hook light seeming to carry hundreds of small hooks; it was the Heavenly Centipede Hook of the centipede shape.

One looked very much like a phoenix master, the sword light shaped like a golden chicken, and the hook mouth also like a chicken beak, named Poison-Overcoming!

With the three hook lights combined, the power increased tenfold. If the Seven Killings hooks were complete, I fear the power could suddenly rise to the level of a magic treasure, which could be called the number one supreme treasure of the Meishan Sect.

It wasn't that Zhu Wuchang didn't want to use all seven hooks, but this set of flying hooks had been scattered several times, and it was only after several generations of sect masters searched for spirit materials to repair and refine them that they were re-refined into the three flying hooks in his hand.

If it weren't for the fact that he was already the designated next sect master, and his master was too partial to him, it wouldn't even be his turn to wield this set of flying hooks.

Zhu Wuchang exerted all his skills, wielding the set of flying hooks exquisitely, only then barely resisting the zither sound surging from behind. That invisible and qualityless zither sound, secretly containing thunder light, shook Zhu Wuchang's whole body's true qi, making his body numb.

He secretly complained in his stomach: "The Guanghan Feng Xianzi of this generation is so powerful!"

"And this is without even using the Ice Soul Ancient Shendao! It has already made my whole body sore and weak. No wonder he could make such a resounding name for himself overseas."

"Sigh! I suppose it was also too presumptuous of me! I heard that the Guanghan Feng Xianzi is not restricted by gender. Didn't the North Pole Great Bright Palace of that year also have a male Guanghan Feng Xianzi? Clearly, this fellow Daoist was quite looked at differently in Guanghan Palace, which is why he is extremely sensitive to this!"

Zhu Wuchang immediately had the intention to retreat, knowing that he was not Qian Chen's opponent. He took the opportunity to beg for mercy: "This fellow Daoist, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls Array just now was extremely fierce. Now that the formation has collapsed and the ghosts have escaped, if left unheeded, it will surely harm one side!"

"Why don't we both stop! And clean it up!"

Qian Chen said calmly: "No need!"

Zhu Wuchang hurriedly said: "The matter of Zhang Huaien is just a small matter. Since there is a fellow Daoist protecting him, I will not make a move against him."

Qian Chen's zither sound changed, turning high-pitched and stirring, piercing clouds and splitting stones, shaking the three Seven Killings hooks back together. The ten thousand miles of cloud sea that had gathered in the sky, just stimulated by the yin qi, suddenly moved away, and the moonlight fell on Qian Chen.

In his Daoist robe, carrying the clear radiance, he looked like an immortal playing the zither under the moon, causing the various family members on the tower ship to nod secretly, admiring this unparalleled demeanor.

Zhu Wuchang in the distance was also a member of the family clans and was very susceptible to this.

He was plain-looking, and the spells he cultivated were all accompanied by black qi and gloom. Seeing this scene, he actually felt a bit ashamed. He secretly said: "Worthy of being the Guanghan Feng Xianzi!"

"After I go back, I will definitely make a name for this person, send letters to all the families, saying that the overseas Guanghan Feng Xianzi has appeared and come to the Central Lands. How can such a handsome and talented person be so unknown?"

"My master originally wanted to plan a position of the Twenty-Eight Characters of the Divine Land for me, but looking at it today, how many handsome and talented people there are in the world, and what do I count as?"

"After entering my master's sect, I forgot the Dao heart of walking on thin ice in the past. Thinking back then, I only wished to achieve a First Rank pill, but in the Nine Truths Great Marsh, I encountered that six-winged heavenly centipede and had to rush to form a core, only achieving a Second Rank. The path of the Dao is already difficult!"

"Over these years, in my family and sect, I have been flattered by my fellow disciples and brothers in the clan, and I actually thought that my Second Rank Golden Core was not inferior to others' First Rank. I viewed the Great Dao of Longevity as a smooth path and lost the heart of caution!"

Zhu Wuchang sighed and withdrew, intending to retreat.

But at this moment, suddenly, where the high-pitched zither sound reached, the collapsed ten thousand ghosts were all suppressed. The zither sound faintly carried the Supreme Dao sound, and the Soundless Divine Thunder evolved into the Demon-Subduing Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin, swallowing up the scattered fierce ghost sword qi.

The six sword ghosts merged into the zither sound, the fierceness in their eyes dissipated, but they had already forgotten their emotions.

The countless wronged souls and fierce ghosts that had gathered gradually shed their baleful qi within the sword formation, their expressions becoming peaceful. Having passed through the Six Paths Sword Ghosts, they returned to heaven and earth with a look of relief.

The endless ghost qi and gloom gathered on the sword ghosts, and all kinds of fierceness were transformed into killing sword qi.

Speaking of the sword ghosts, their essence was similar to the Heavenly Ghost that Qian Chen transformed into the foundation of his Demon Path body and soul. Therefore, Qian Chen manipulated them with extra ease. The sword light combined, and with one slash, it broke through the void and arrived in front of Zhu Wuchang.

This time, the sword light was not like when the sword ghosts were out of control; it almost had the power of a Yin Spirit.

Zhu Wuchang sighed and waited for death with his hands tied.

"!"

Zhu Wuchang bowed and said: "Many thanks to fellow Daoist for the grace of saving my life!"

His brow was open and honest, without a trace of resentment. Qian Chen laughed: "You are more upright than most Meishan disciples I have seen. In the future, if you can restrain the Meishan sect members and lead them onto the right path, what would it matter if I return the Seven Cultivations Sword to you?"

Zhu Wuchang said calmly: "I will respectfully accept your teaching!"

After saying this, he raised his sword light and turned to leave! ===== CHAPTER 313 =====