Chapter 97: Sword Emits Qin Sound, Qin Starts Dasheng Dasheng Leiyin

Qian Chen carefully extracted spider silk as thick as an eyebrow and five or six inches long, resembling cold ice, from the silk sac of the spider demon. As soon as the ice-white spider silk was extracted, it was refined by the cold air of the Vast Cold Ice Soul Primordial Pill, solidifying into ice strings with a trace of chill.

Ever since he killed the tiger demon with the Soundless Divine Thunder, Qian Chen suddenly felt that this supernatural power was more to his taste than the Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao.

The Supreme Supreme Tian Mo Blood-Transforming Ancient Shendao was as sharp as he wanted in his hands, and it was only the first time he used it, but he realized the true meaning of the magic blade that the grandson of the Supreme Elder of the Nine Heavens Demon Gate couldn't comprehend in his life. With the Dao Dust Pearl protecting his body, he didn't fear the invasion of the magic blade's divine intent and becoming a demon... But the more this was the case, the more Qian Chen felt strange.

How could he be so compatible with the Demon Path's methods?

So compatible that when he used demon to control demon, he actually had a state of being emotionless and desireless, returning to the state of being close to Supreme Forgetting of Emotions when he was the spiritual consciousness of the Dao Dust Pearl. In that state, his sharpness in killing was such that he had the feeling of driving the magic blade and Miaokong to fight with his own primordial spirit, and he could kill the Yin Spirit of the God Demon with one blade at any time.

"Is the Supreme Dao Dust Pearl really the inheritance magic treasure of the Daoist Xie Xie Zushi's true transmission?"

"How come it feels like this thing is a great killer that can kill in all directions and be invincible in the hands of the Demon Gate?"

Qian Chen was not proud, but secretly vigilant: "I can't narrow my path! In the Daoist sect, I am the ancestor of the Louguan Sect, a small ancestor who can sit on an equal footing with the Supreme Dao, and anyone who comes must give three points of face. But when I reach the Demon Gate, I am just a traitor to the Daoist sect. Although I can mix up some fame by relying on the Dao Dust Pearl, the Demon Gate can only shrink in the Nine Heavens and survive, while the Daoist sect's relationships are all over the Four Seas and Eight Desolations, and the cosmic realms."

"Which side is more free and easy, and has a broader future, goes without saying."

"And..." Qian Chen recalled the memories of those demon-path cultivators who were refined into white-bone relics, and a trace of disgust appeared on his face: "The Demon Path is really not in line with my three views... Hooking and fighting, killing each other, heartless and unrighteous, selfish and self-interested... How can it be as comfortable as the orthodox path, where everyone is harmonious, free and easy, and friends are all over the world?"

Since he decided to mix in the orthodox path, then pulling out a blood river blade light at every turn, killing with a magic blade, and taking away the enemy's essence and blood... Is this appropriate?

On the contrary, the Soundless Divine Thunder is suitable for sneak attacks and calculations, silent and soundless, and its power is also great.

It doesn't contain a trace of the turbid evil of the Demon Path. No matter which orthodox master sees it, they will only praise it as a mysterious method and a great supernatural power. This kind of supernatural power that doesn't carry a trace of left-leaning demon path and makes sneak attacks so open and aboveboard and justified, except for the group of Buddhist monks and nuns who are compassionate on the surface but full of bad water in their stomachs, ordinary orthodox masters really can't play it out.

This is really... too much to Qian Chen's taste!

I just like this kind of badness that is open and aboveboard, and the means of righteous words...

Qian Chen decided that after refining the magic power of the Supreme Innate One Qi Talisman, he would also refine such a Soundless Divine Thunder, formless and colorless, but indestructible. He had already obtained part of the method to refine this supernatural power from the White-Bone God Demon, and for the incomplete parts, he could slowly comprehend and supplement them by relying on the Dao Dust Pearl.

The only dissatisfaction was that the way of sending thunder was just to wave his hand or flick his finger like Qian Chen, and this way of sending thunder was no different from other divine thunders. The force was too low, and it really couldn't match the force he wanted to create—white clothes fluttering, immortal style and Daoist bones, outstanding temperament, but with one shot, it was earth-shattering, and with a light touch, it destroyed all enemies.

Qian Chen searched in the two-world bronze medal. These spirit materials obtained from the previous mission world's demon gate no longer had much use for Qian Chen today, but fortunately, the variety was complete. Qian Chen picked and chose, found a piece of red fire fine paulownia wood, and matched it with a hundred-year-old catalpa wood.

He started to chop the qin... First, open the fish-belly groove in the two spirit woods, then measure the dragon pool and phoenix marsh. The thickness of the Yue to the upper pool is eight points, the thickness below the upper pool is six points, and the thickness to the tail is four points...

During this period, Qian Chen kept vibrating with the Soundless Divine Thunder to test the tone of this qin. Finally, starting from the dew-bearing part on the qin surface, he made the Yue Mountain, Dragon Gums, and a pair of wild goose feet on the bottom of the qin in order.

Finally, tie the spider silk ice strings...

A complete Fuxi-style ancient qin was made.

When Yan Shu and the others were a bit embarrassed, with blood stains and mud marks on their bodies, disheveled hair, and worried expressions, drilling out of the demon cave, they heard the sound of plucking strings from far away. Although separated by the cave, the qin sound was still loud and clear, and the artistic conception was high and broad...

Yan Shu frowned: "There is qin sound above, not good... Could it be that something happened?"

Ning Qingchen listened for a while and shook her head firmly: "No! The person playing the qin is full of leisure, the qin sound has the appearance of high mountains and flowing water, and it is very high and broad. There is no murderous intent at all... By the way, Yan Yan Shixiong Qian asked you to borrow a qin earlier, maybe he found a qin and is expressing his leisure on it?"

Zhi Qiu asked curiously: "Can Miss Ning also play the qin?"

Ning Qingchen smiled: "I can play the pipa... The pipa is often used to set the tone, so I also understand other musical instruments."

Yan Shu laughed: "The culture of the Central Lands is prosperous. We overseas are all killing each other, and we don't have time to study these... We only know which sword is fast, which magic treasure is strong, and which magic technique is exquisite."

Ning Qingchen praised: "Legend has it that the Nine-Shao Tuning Sword of the Xie family is a Heavenly Qin Sword Technique learned from the Shaoqing Sword Sect, known as the sword emitting qin sound, turning sound into a sword... To say that there are no seniors in Brother Yan's sect who have studied this path is really humble."

"I heard from the seniors in the sect that Xie Xuan was truly a talent of heaven..." Yan Shu's face showed a look of nostalgia for the past. He showed a look of fascination and whispered: "I heard from the seniors in the sect that if Xie Xuan hadn't been involved in the struggle between the Xie family and the royal family of the Great Jin, and had been ruined by others, he would have had the hope of a Primordial Spirit... It's a pity, it's a pity."

"The Sima family was originally a noble family that came to power, so naturally they were very defensive against noble families. Over the years, the Great Jin has been dragged down by the Sima family, whether it is the young generation of talents or the foundation of the noble family sects, they are gradually not as good as the Great Wei!" Ning Qingchen said: "And the Great Wei has the support of the Buddhist sect, known as four hundred and eighty temples, and I don't know how many high monks who have cultivated the golden body, equivalent to the Yin Spirit of the Daoist sect, are cultivating in seclusion."

"Is Miss Ning from the Great Wei?" Yan Shu asked.

Ning Qingchen smiled bitterly: "I'm just an abandoned child kicked out of the family! Master Feng is my only relative..." After saying that, she hugged the large yellow chicken...

However, the large yellow chicken only had Qian Chen in its heart, and it walked toward the outside of the cave impatiently along the way.

Yan Shu, Ning Qingchen, and Zhi Qiu could only follow closely. When they drilled out of the demon cave in embarrassment, they saw someone in white clothes sitting cross-legged on the rock beside them, with an ancient qin across his knees. A flick of his plain hand sent out bursts of qin sound, sometimes heavy, sometimes clear...

But the qin sound was loud here, but the demon qi in the distance was high and fierce!

Countless thunder sounds rolled and shattered the demon clouds hundreds of miles away. The thunder light swept the ground, throwing several small demons high, and they were also blown into powder in the qin sound. That group of demons had already approached extermination, with casualties exceeding hundreds.

Thunder light and blood light, mixed with blood and broken meat, constantly lifted up, like hell.

Qian Chen was still playing the qin quietly here, the qin sound was clear, without a trace of murderous intent... but there were countless demon corpses lying beside him, and the head of a half-withered red-haired beauty rolled to Ning Qingchen's feet. Seeing this scene, several people were a bit stunned. Originally, they thought that they were in the demon cave, encountering those many demons, cunning and embarrassed, which was enough to be tortuous and difficult.

But who would have thought that Qian Chen's situation was the most bizarre... Playing the qin on one side, and killing the demons with the qin sound and thunder sound on the other, heads rolling, blood flowing into a river...

"Cough..." Qian Chen couldn't help but cover his mouth and cough a few times, his eyebrows slightly frowned, looking like he was ill and weak.

Seeing Yan Shu and Ning Qingchen drilling out of the demon cave, Qian Chen stretched out his hand and drew a line, the seven strings vibrated together, emitting a sound of killing and cutting that pierced the clouds and cracked the stones. Only then did the murderous intent appear... Immediately, the thunder sound silently extinguished everything, and the demon clouds in the distance instantly became silent.

Qian Chen stood up holding the qin and smiled: "Waiting outside is boring, playing the qin for fun!"

The three who entered the cave were a bit powerless. You old man, taking pleasure is killing demons for fun? And where did you get the qin?

"Did you ask about the things?" Seeing Qian Chen ask about business, Zhi Qiu quickly looked solemn: "I asked about the clues! It's just that the demon pei was cunning and cheated us many times, leading us into an ambush. Later, Brother Yan was impatient and killed it. Fortunately, the questions were all asked clearly, but whether it told the truth or not, there are still some doubts."

"Asking about it is fine..." Qian Chen didn't care about the life or death of a pei demon at all.

"The strange things in Lanruo Temple?" Qian Chen asked briefly.

Ning Qingchen unfolded a picture scroll and said: "This is the suicide note I found under the willow tree."