Chapter 449: Zither Emits Sword Sound, Bai Hong Pierces the Sun, Backhanded Blade

The demon abyss was deep, the tunnel was dim, and a group of Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao disciples, led by Little Ji Zhen, shuttled through the complex tunnels, moving toward a certain place where the zither sound came from.

Little Ji Zhen, dressed in a black robe, wove through the tunnel, his figure as swift as a ghost. At times he employed escape techniques, vanishing in a flash and covering hundreds of feet in an instant; at other times, he stopped to listen intently, locking onto the person's position.

The disciples of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao sensed his aura with secret methods, scattered far away in the surroundings, and relied on the incense pills on their bodies and the magic treasures to resist the demonic sounds, forming a tight encirclement around Little Ji Zhen.

The zither sound of *zheng-zheng* was intense, echoing in the tunnel through countless caves.

This zither sound seemed to come from all directions, and only Little Ji Zhen could lock onto the source with his own superb zither attainments!

"Almost there!" Little Ji Zhen slowed his pace slightly, unable to help but think of this inexplicably strange situation and the zither player of unknown identity, who awakened the fierce spirits that had been silent here for ten thousand years.

This demonic music, heard in Little Ji Zhen's ears, finally caught a glimpse of the deep darkness like the Yu Yu Jiuyou in the zither player's heart. Only those who hide the infinite darkness of the Yu Yu Jiuyou in their hearts can play such demonic zither sounds.

It seemed to wander between gods and demons, freezing time at the moment when the gods fell together ten thousand years ago.

This kind of zither sound only had similar charm when his grandmother played "Guangling Scattered" in the Dragon Palace when he was young, missing his grandfather.

And he himself was determined to pursue the sword Dao, although he was also proficient in music theory, he couldn't play such zither sound demonic rhyme.

In this way, it must be the kind of old demon lord hidden deep in the demonic path, with a fierce reputation, and pickled to the point of being flavorful. Maybe even his soul exuded the decay of the Yu Yu Jiuyou.

Suddenly, the zither sound became slightly low, and the tunnel in front of him suddenly opened up.

A stone hall full of caves appeared in front of a group of demon sect disciples. Someone in white clothes, with disheveled hair, sat on the stone platform.

He had his back to the crowd, and an ancient zither with a mottled lacquer surface was placed on his knees. At this time, he had already pressed the zither strings and stopped the zither sound.

Just seeing this person, the warning sound in Little Ji Zhen's heart rose sharply. The narrow stone wall beside him suddenly retreated, falling into a vast darkness.

The tunnel and stone caves disappeared, and the group of demon sect disciples beside him also became small in his spiritual sense. He only felt that everything around him suddenly sank into an incomparably deep darkness. Between heaven and earth, only he and this white-clothed man whose presence filled the entire darkness remained!

The person behind the scenes finally appeared.

A third-party force outside of righteousness and evil? Or another demon lord of the demonic path who ignores everything and is the only one who respects himself?

The white-clothed man's left hand was still pressed on the zither strings, but his right hand raised his fingers slightly, plucking the merchant string somewhat urgently, emitting a series of fine, broken zither sounds. A hoarse, noisy, chaotic, and intermittent zither sound, like drops of rain, gathered into a curtain of rain, like scattered beads falling to the ground. Each sound was intermittent, and each sound... carried a sense of familiarity that made Little Ji Zhen's heart tremble.

Amidst the fine zither sounds, a sense of suffocation pressed over.

Little Ji Zhen's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, and the flying sword in his sleeve had already been drawn, a narrow long sword two fingers wide, held horizontally in front of his chest... A sword qi had already pierced the darkness, accompanied by a zither sound, suddenly stabbing toward Little Ji Zhen. It was blocked by the flying sword he held horizontally in front of his chest, and the sharp sword qi actually penetrated the dense sword light, entering straight into his heart pulse.

Little Ji Zhen felt a pain in his heart, feeling his heart pulse ache faintly. An inner disciple of the Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao beside him was slashed by the flying sword, his head rolling to the ground.

With the zither sound, a piece of fine sword qi intertwined within a hundred steps in the stone cave. The sword light swept through the stone cave, carrying an invisible killing intent, as if invisible zither strings were breaking with that string of fine merchant sounds. The dancing zither strings split the darkness around the white-clothed man, along with the demon sect disciples who had fallen into the darkness, all torn apart. Blood splashed with the invisible sword qi, drawing the trajectory of the sword qi on the stone wall.

Bloodstains scattered in accompaniment to the sound of the zither. Little Ji Zhen vaguely felt as if he could see countless threads of blood connecting to the zither strings in the white-clad man's hands.

"Bai Hong Pierces the Sun... No, it's just that the sword intent is similar!"

Little Ji Zhen's thoughts flashed rapidly. The means extremely similar to his own sword Dao were wielded from the hands of the mysterious man. Just one move slaughtered several Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao disciples he brought, making him alert. He sacrificed several Faceless Divine Demons, wanting to shatter this stone cave.

"I have been waiting here for a long time just to wait for you to come!"

Qian Chen pressed his left hand on the zither strings, his right hand raised slightly, coughed a few times, frowned and said: "Forcibly imitating your sword technique, but the sword qi backfired, hurting my lungs. Not getting the true transmission really can't restore that sword of the sword immortal Nie Zheng in the past!"

Little Ji Zhen's pupils shrank slightly, and a sense of trembling rose upon hearing this.

Although this person looked like his cultivation was only comparable to his own, the feeling he gave him was extremely terrifying!

After hearing this sentence, it was even more so.

In the past, the sword immortal Nie Zheng assassinated Han Kui, which was called one of the four great absolute kills of the Middle Ages. This sword was also called "Bai Hong Pierces the Sun" by historians. It is said that with a one-inch sword light, it can seize the light of the sun and moon.

Nie Zheng's Nascent Soul body killed dozens of Nascent Souls with one sword, finally slashing Han Kui!

But after he died assassinating Han Kui, his sword technique was not passed down.

Cai Yong's "Zither Record" of the Han Dynasty records that after Nie Zheng died, his sword Dao was hidden, and because he disfigured his own face and did not implicate his bones and flesh, the world thought he was an unknown assassin, and even his corpse was suppressed by Korea under the high platform of the palace. Nie Zheng's sister Nie Ying met an immortal on Mount Tai, painted her body as a demon, swallowed charcoal to change her voice, and practiced the zither path bitterly for sixty years before the zither was completed... Afterward, she played the zither under the platform, and the spectators formed rows, horses and cattle stopped to listen, and it was heard by the King of Korea. The King summoned and met her, and made her play the zither.

His sister played the zither under the platform, felt the sword qi in Nie Zheng's corpse, and entered the zither sound, writing his traces with the zither sound, and obtained the "Nie Zheng Assassinating Han Kui Song."

Once this song came out, the ghosts and gods in the Korean palace lost their color, nearly half of the King of Korea's eight hundred guards died, the birds in the sky disappeared, and for sixty years, not a blade of grass grew in the palace.

Nie Ying also died of exhaustion, reported the zither and buried herself under the platform. The King of Korea changed color, and the whole world knew the deeds of Nie Zheng's sword technique. The countries of Jin, Chu, Qi, and Wei all passed it on...

Therefore, that sword of Bai Hong Pierces the Sun was created by Nie Zheng. Nie Ying used the zither path to feel the sword qi in Nie Zheng's corpse, hid his sword Dao in the zither sound, and had those who were proficient in the zither path in Korea record it secretly. After such twists and turns, when it was passed to the Pavilion Master of Chang Le, it only had a shadow of the Bai Hong Pierces the Sun sword of the past.

And Ji Kang, before he died, used this song to reach the Bai Hong sword intent, finally evolving it into the great divine power "Guangling Stop"!

The Pavilion Master of Chang Le taught this song to Ji Kang. Ji Kang did not cultivate the zither path, but when he was lurking in the Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao, he turned the zither into a sword, comprehended the sword intent in "Guangling Stop," and only then obtained the previous hundred-step sword.

And Qian Chen felt the aura of that sword through the resonance of the zither sound, waited here for Ji Kang to arrive, turned that sword back into a zither sound, and asked him to appreciate it... The twists and turns are hard to describe. Even if it is a heroic story, passed on to a hundred people, the essence should have been scattered for the most part, not to mention turning from sword technique to zither path, and from zither path to sword technique. After turning three times, Qian Chen could still get a shadow of that sword just by relying on a bit of sword qi...

How could it not shock Little Ji Zhen!

Little Ji Zhen was silent for a moment, the five-foot long sword hung down by his side, pointing obliquely at the ground, and whispered: "You are the one with the highest sword technique aptitude I have ever seen in my life!"

Qian Chen nodded slightly and said: "I obtained the sword technique mostly from my senior brother. And your sword Dao is already not inferior to my senior brother!"

Sword Dao aptitude? That is already what I am relatively poor at... I have average aptitude for learning the Dao and learning the sword. Only in the demonic path, even I am afraid of my potential.

Facing a Yu Yu Jiuyou demon sect true transmission disciple who cultivates the sword Dao, Qian Chen, a Daoist disciple who seriously praised his sword technique aptitude as the best he had ever seen in his life and had the posture of a demon ancestor, felt no waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

"May I ask your name!" Little Ji Zhen held his sword and said.

"Qian Chen!"

"Little Ji Zhen!"

Qian Chen?

Within the demon gate, I have never heard of this name, but looking at his reaction, it doesn't seem to be a fake name made up casually.

Little Ji Zhen turned a few thoughts in his heart. It seems that he didn't see any clues from the few words between him and the white-clothed man, but the demon gate disciples are cunning and suspicious. No one knows if anyone will be suspicious because of this. With Wolf Young Master as a pearl in front, Little Ji Zhen really didn't dare to look down on any of his junior brothers anymore.

He didn't mention the topic of the Bai Hong sword technique anymore, but said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency manipulates demonic sounds and awakens the fierce spirits here. I don't know what the intention is? Since you are a disciple of our Holy Sect, why don't you go to meet the seniors of the sect?"

"Playing the zither is to feel the tragedy of the great tribulation of this place in the past, and it is also to send the seniors off!"

Qian Chen only wanted to see the person who could cultivate the Bai Hong sword technique, but he didn't know the origin of this person, so he thought it was an ordinary demon sect true transmission disciple. Although the sword technique was worth seeing, Qian Chen didn't have any interest in talking deeply with people in the demonic path.

So he was straightforward. As for the sword technique, he could appreciate it between life and death!

"Those old monsters are old and don't die, I don't dare to send them off rashly. It is important to pick an auspicious day!"

Qian Chen plucked the zither strings, and the Yu Yu Jiuyou Demon Thunder blasted out. A tide of darkness shrouded everyone, and rolling demonic sounds echoed, as if countless people were wailing in the Yu Yu Jiuyou. The other Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao disciples felt their five senses twisting, and a point of darkness expanded rapidly in front of their eyes, obscuring everything. Their spiritual sense suddenly became extremely slow, and heaven and earth seemed to be inverted in their eyes. A point of thunder sound echoed on their spirits.

With this pluck of the strings, the sword light stabbed by Little Ji Zhen froze in the zither sound, and the several Yu Yu Jiuyou Dao inner disciples who pounced on Qian Chen first, wrapped in blood light, stopped in mid-air as they pounced on Qian Chen. Immediately afterward, as a zither sound passed, their bodies expanded dozens of times from the inside out, and then both their spirits and flesh were swallowed by the darkness expanding in their bodies, not even able to shout a wail...

Little Ji Zhen's sword light turned, and it had already torn the frozen zither sound.

A point of light bloomed like fireworks, stabbing out at an unimaginable speed. The sword light floated on the tip of the sword only in one place, but it could seize the light of the sun and moon. Hundred-step flying sword, white rainbow pierces the sun, reappeared here...

Qian Chen guided his left hand to swing and cut the seven strings, and the rolling Yu Yu Jiuyou demonic sounds surged out, and the darkness sank the void between the two.

Hundred-step flying sword!

Even if Qian Chen was within a hundred steps, he could feel the astonishing sword qi, and he had to exert all his strength to make a move. His right hand had long been pressed under the zither belly, and now as his left hand swung the zither sound like a tide, he flipped his right hand and pulled a blade light out of the zither belly...

The blade light was like a silk ribbon, carrying a soul-stirring sharpness, slashing through the tide of Yu Yu Jiuyou demonic sounds, and shooting into Little Ji Zhen's eyes.

"Shameless!"

Little Ji Zhen didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment. During the zither and sword battle, the other party suddenly pulled a long sword out of the zither belly and slashed over.

Just met, Qian Chen used the zither sound to evolve sword technique to test him, and said he admired his sword Dao. As a result, when the battle officially started, he suddenly pulled a long sword out of the zither and slashed over... What kind of shameless person is this? If this is not the most insidious and vicious demon lord in the demon gate, he, Little Ji Zhen, can eat the flying sword in his hand!

Little Ji Zhen, as a true transmission of the Yu Yu Jiuyou demon path, suffered a dark loss because he didn't check for a moment. ===== CHAPTER 450 =====