Airplanes.

The magic sword was still trembling.

Without the magic sword blessed by the inscription, the strength is much weaker.

Lu Zhou didn't care about the situation in the Yongdao place, and mobilized his vitality to suppress the magic sword!

Jiang Aijian said: "Old, old-timer...... I, I ......"

He pointed to himself.

Lu Zhou glanced at him and said, "You want it?"

Jiang Aijian scratched his head embarrassedly.

This magic sword was large, equivalent to the height of most people, and it appeared to be very wide and thick.

After losing the power of the inscription, the magic sword looked extremely ugly.

The body of the sword is pitted, dry, numb, and not rounded.

Lu Zhou's big hand loosened, and his palm pushed forward.

Bang.

The huge magic sword flew towards Jiang Aijian.

Jiang Aijian was overjoyed, and as soon as he grasped the magic sword, several palm prints were arranged on the magic sword.

The remnants of the power of the inscription dissipated into the air.

The magic sword fell completely silent.

"Thank you, old-timers...... Don't say ten years...... I'm willing to saddle the saddle for the old-timers for another ten years. Jiang Aijian looked at the magic sword beautifully.

Xiao Kite and Qin Jun looked at him speechlessly.

Lu Zhou didn't care about this magic sword.

His intuition told him that the energy of the inscription was the root of the magic sword.

The magic sword that loses the inscription is equivalent to losing the soul, and it is not attractive.

Only Jiang Aijian's collecting habit cares more.

Jiang Aijian took out the rope from his arms, put the magic sword on his back, and held the dragon sword in front of him, how happy he was.

Flattered.

There is nothing happier in life than getting what you want.

Creak.

Squeak –

The sound in the corridor became louder and louder.

The crowd looked over again.

Those who were still alive had no intention of leaving.

They looked again at the hallway.

Qin Jun's voice trembled and said, "That's the road to the royal mausoleum...... It seems that someone has already opened up. ”

Jiang Aijian said embarrassedly: "Senior, why don't you ...... Come back later?"

"Huh?"

"I'll ...... I'll go. Jiang Aijian waved his hand again and again.

You can't let other people dig up the graves of your ancestors, right?

Qin Jun looked at Jiang Aijian strangely, this person has a strange style, how can he rush to do this kind of thing? He has heard of Jiang Aijian, and knows that this person loves swords and spares his life.

This place is extremely dangerous, so in the past, not afraid of being stabbed?

Jiang Aijian carried the magic sword on his back and walked over cautiously.

Just came to Yongdaokou -

A black thing jumped out of the corridor!

Bang! bang......

Jiang Aijian instinctively mobilized his qi and fought with the black object.

Everyone recognized the rectangular black object at a glance.

"Coffin!"

"Mom...... It's a coffin!"

The rest of the cultivators were so frightened that their farts and urine flowed, and their legs went limp.

Ben was injured under the sword, and they still have the ability to escape......

Bang bang bang!

The coffin swirled in the air, rotating three hundred and sixty degrees. Smash at Jiang Aijian.

Fortunately, Jiang Aijian practiced the technique of Dao Concealment, and his body was agile.

Under the dodge of Dao Dao's qi and body style, the coffin only forced him back.

"Today is an evil door, so unlucky. Jiang Aijian borrowed his strength, withdrew from the Yongdao area, and returned with a straight body.

The inky coffin did not continue to attack.

Instead, it is suspended at the Yongdao crossing.

"The living dead?" Qin Jun frowned.

"People cannot be resurrected from the dead, and there are no living dead, but the living are pretending. Jiang Aijian said.

Everyone stared intently at the coffin.

A moment passes.

A hoarse voice sounded in the coffin -

"Who, broke into the Sword Ruins Mausoleum?"

The voice was muffled and deep.

Little Kite glanced at Jiang Aijian and said, "You go and talk to him, it is very likely that your ancestor is in this coffin." ”

“......”

She was telling the truth.

After all, this coffin came out of the corridor.

In the royal mausoleum, it is natural that the royal people are placed.

These words fell into Qin Jun's ears.

Qin Jun's eyes widened and he looked at Jiang Aijian in surprise...... Is he a member of the royal family? Or is this girl deliberately teasing?

Jiang Aijian scratched his head and said:

"Love sword in Shimoe...... Dare to ask what the seniors are called?"

A deep voice came from the coffin:

"Young man?"

Jiang Aijian examined himself.

Is it bad to be young?

Strong and strong, the ...... of the jade tree in the wind

The voice continued to come from the coffin: "In the whole world, there is only one person who can break the demon sword...... Let him out. ”

This coffin is smart.

Jiang Aijian looked at Lu Zhou next to him.

And no wonder......

The old-timer has been hiding the breath fluctuations of his whole body, looking extremely weak and weak, and his sense of presence is also weak, and he is ignored by the coffin.

"Is that you?" Lu Zhou finally spoke.

This opening.

Everyone was shocked.

Do they know?

The coffin was silent for a moment, and then spoke again:

"Sure enough, it's you. ”

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said: "The old man still thinks that you have died a long time ago...... I didn't expect to hide here. ”

There was an eerie laugh from the coffin.

"Old friends, people, will die...... I just came in early and waited to die. ”

Lu Zhou nodded, but he still said, "I'm afraid...... Not really. Magic Sword, Seven Battles, Inscription...... Do you really think you can find a way to increase your lifespan?"

Life span!

The crowd caught the keyword.

I didn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere.

Since ancient times, all cultivators who stand at the pinnacle have been searching for the truth of life.

How to break through the limit, and even seek ...... Phoenix.

This is too high-end for this question......

Only the bigwigs are qualified to study and discuss.

"Aren't you the same?" asked the coffin.

Lu Zhou was slightly stunned in his heart...... His face was still calm, and he stroked his beard and said, "No...... I have long seen through life and death. ”

There was a hoarse sound of confusion from the coffin.

Then he said, "Calculate the time...... It's time for you to reach the end of your old life. Still guarding the Demon Heaven Pavilion?"

As soon as this statement came out.

The cultivators' faces were full of horror.

If you can't even understand this, then you're really no different from a fool.

In other words—

The old man in front of him is the ancestor of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, the old demon Ji who dominates the world!

"He's Old Devil Ji?"

"This, this, this ......"

The cultivators who had been subjected to psychological blows in succession cried, crying was not like crying, and they were so frightened that they were uncomfortable.

"Run...... Run!"

Dodged the sword group, dodged the Kongyuan monk, and dodged the magic sword...... There's another demon they're most afraid of!

I'm going to run as hard as I can!

The more than ten cultivators, who could not care about the pain, fled one after another.

Lu Zhou didn't care about the cultivators of this small sect...... If it is one of the top ten famous families, it is not an exaggeration to kill them all. The small sect has no grievances and no hatred, so let them go.

Look at the coffin.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said: "Gong Yuandu, although the old man is older than you, he will definitely live longer than you." ”

"Huh...... Hehehe......" The coffin laughed unwillingly, "maybe." ”

"You are hiding in the sword ruins just to find the way to immortality?" Lu Zhou asked.

"More than ......"

Gong Yuandu said hoarsely, "At the same time, I feel the way of the sword and the method of cultivation." ”

"Feeling kendo?"

"My life...... I really want to share the victory with Brother Ji. It's a pity that age is not forgiving...... My cultivation gradually returned to heaven and earth. ”

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