Chapter 289 The Living Dead

hum.

The magic sword is still shaking.

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

Lu Zhou didn't care about the situation in the corridor, and mobilized his energy to control the magic sword!

Jiang Aijian said: "Old, old senior...I, I..."

He pointed to himself.

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

Jiang Aijian scratched his head embarrassedly.

This magic sword is very large, equivalent to the height of most of a person, and it looks very wide and thick.

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

The body of the sword is bumpy, dry, clunky, and not round.

Lu Zhou released his big hand and pushed it forward.

boom.

The huge magic sword flew towards Jiang Aijian.

Jiang Aijian was overjoyed, grabbed the magic sword, and placed several palm prints on the magic sword.

The remaining power of the inscription dissipated in the air.

The magic sword was completely silent.

"Thank you old senior...don't say ten years...I'm willing to help the old senior for another ten years." Jiang Aijian looked at the magic sword with delight.

Xiaoyuan'er and Qin both glanced at him speechlessly.

Lu Zhou didn't care about this magic sword.

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

Losing the magic sword of the inscription is equivalent to losing the soul, and it is not attractive.

Only Jiang Aijian's collection addiction is more concerned.

Jiang Aijian took out the rope from his arms, carried the magic sword on his back, and held the Longyin sword in front of him, not to mention how happy he was.

Delicious.

the happiest thing in life,

Nothing is more than getting what you want.

creak.

creak-

The sound in the corridor became louder and louder.

The crowd looked over again.

Those living practitioners did not intend to leave.

They looked at the corridor again.

Qin Jun said in a trembling voice, "That's the corridor leading to the royal tomb... It seems that someone has already opened it up."

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

"Um?"

"I'm going... I'm going." Jiang Aijian waved his hands again and again.

Can't let other people dig ancestral graves, right?

Qin Jun looked at Jiang Aijian strangely. It's just that he behaved in a weird way. How could he rush to do such a thing? He had heard of Jiang Aijian, and knew that this man loved the sword and cherished his life.

This corridor is extremely dangerous. If you go through it like this, you are not afraid of being stabbed?

Jiang Aijian carefully walked over with the magic sword on his back.

Just arrived at Yongdaokou——

A black thing jumped out of the corridor!

boom! bang bang...

Jiang Aijian instinctively mobilized his qi to fight 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 legs were weak.

Originally, they were injured under the sword group, and they still have the ability to escape...

Bang bang bang!

The coffin swirled in the air, rotating 360 degrees. Throwing at Jiang Aijian.

Fortunately, Jiang Aijian practiced the art of concealment, and his figure was agile.

Under the evasion of Dao Dao Gang Qi and body technique, the coffin just forced him back.

"Today is an evil one, so unlucky." Jiang Aijian took advantage of his strength, exited the corridor area, and jumped back.

The black coffin did not continue to attack.

Instead, it is suspended at the entrance of the Yongdao.

"A living dead person?" Qin Jun frowned.

"People cannot be resurrected from the dead. There are no living dead, they are all pretending to be alive," Jiang Aijian said.

Everyone stared intently at the coffin.

A moment passed.

A hoarse voice resounded from the coffin—

"Who broke into the Jianxu Mausoleum?"

The voice was dull and deep.

Xiao Yuan'er glanced at Jiang Aijian and said, "Go talk to him, this coffin is likely to be your ancestor."

"..."

She was telling the truth.

After all, the coffin came out of the corridor.

In the royal tombs, there are naturally royal people.

These words fell into Qin Jun's ears.

Qin Jun stared and looked at Jiang Aijian in surprise... Is he a member of the royal family? Or is this girl deliberately joking?

Jiang Aijian scratched his head and said:

"Aijian in Xiajiang... Dare to ask what the seniors are called?"

A deep voice came from the coffin:

"young people?"

Jiang Aijian examined himself.

Is it bad to be young?

Strong and strong, Yushu faces the wind...

The voice in the coffin continued: "In the whole world, there is only one person who can break the magic sword... let him come out."

This coffin is smart.

Jiang Aijian looked at Lu Zhou next to him.

No wonder...

The old senior has been hiding the aura fluctuations all over his body. He looks extremely weak and has a weak sense of existence, so he was ignored by the coffin.

"It's you?" Lu Zhou finally said.

This opening.

Everyone was shocked.

they know each other?

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

"It's really you."

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "I thought you were dead long ago... I didn't expect to hide here."

There was a strange laugh in the coffin.

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

Lu Zhou nodded, but he still said: "I'm afraid... not so. The magic sword, the seven unique formations, the inscription... Do you really think you can find a way to increase your lifespan?"

life!

Everyone caught this key word.

Don't even dare to let out the air.

Since ancient times, all practitioners who have stood at the top have been searching for the truth of life.

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

This question is too advanced...

Only big bosses are qualified to study and discuss.

"Aren't you the same?" Coffin asked rhetorically.

Lu Zhou was slightly startled... His face was still calm, he stroked his beard and said, "No... I have already seen through life and death."

A suspicious hoarse sound came from the coffin.

Then he said: "Calculate the time... Your old lifespan should be up. Are you still guarding the Motian Pavilion?"

This statement came out.

The cultivators were horrified.

If you don't even understand these words, then you are really no different from a fool.

In other words-

The old man in front of him is the patriarch of the Motian Pavilion, the old demon Ji who roams the world!

"Is he Old Demon Ji?"

"This, this..."

The practitioners who suffered continuous psychological blows cried, they didn't cry like crying, they were so frightened.

"Run... run!"

Dodged the sword group, avoided the monk Kong Yuan, avoided the magic sword... This is the devil they are most afraid of!

Run as hard as you can!

The dozen or so cultivators fled one after another without caring about the pain.

Luzhou didn't care about the cultivators of these small sects... If it were the top ten famous sects, it would not be an exaggeration to kill them all. There are no grievances or grudges against the small factions, so let them go.

Look at the coffin.

Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "Gong Yuandu, although this old man is older than you, he will definitely outlive you."

"Hehe...hehehe..." The coffin laughed unwillingly, "Maybe."

"You hid in the Jian Ruins just to find the way of longevity?" Lu Zhou asked.

"more than……"

Gong Yuandu said hoarsely, "At the same time, I understand the way of swordsmanship and the method of cultivation."

"Comprehend swordsmanship?"

"My whole life... I really want to share the outcome with Brother Ji. Unfortunately, my age is not forgiving... My cultivation is gradually returning to the world."

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