Jiang Aijian looked to his left and right before he moved closer and whispered, "The Empress Dowager was ill. Rumor has it that the Wordless Heavenly Scroll cured her. The Empress Dowager gave one of the Heavenly Tomes to the Retired Emperor … Unfortunately, it was useless. Tian Shu and the Retired Emperor were buried together. "
Little Yuan 'er asked, "So, you're going to dig my master's grave?"
"Ptooey! I won't do something so immoral … I'm here for the Demon Sword," Jiang Aijian said.
"Demon Sword?"
"The Mausoleum of Swords is backed by the mausoleum, so it has the nourishment of Supreme Yang Qi and Supreme Yin Qi. After so many years, the Mausoleum of Swords must have nurtured a peerless sword. How could I, the leader of the Three Sword Freaks, be absent in such a situation … Little girl, don't glare at me, "Jiang Aijian said.
Lu Zhou asked in confusion, "Why would the Imperial tombs be so easily excavated?"
Jiang Aijian waved his hand.
"The Mausoleum of Swords is the Mausoleum of Swords, and the mausoleum is the mausoleum. This Violet Sun Mountain faces the Yang in the south, and the Yin in the north … It stretches for several miles, and the two are unrelated to each other. "
He stopped abruptly at this point.
He suddenly realized that the old senior in front of him was much more knowledgeable than he was. His incessant chatter was like playing with a knife in front of Guan Yu.
Lu Zhou looked at Jiang Aijian and said,
"The two are indeed not in the same place … but they are both on Violet Sun Mountain. Perhaps, they have long been connected by someone. Do you have the heart to watch? "
The meaning behind these words was: You're a prince after all. Are you willing to dig up your family's grave?
"This …"
Jiang Aijian was stunned.
Lu Zhou continued forward until he arrived at the blocked intersection.
The group of cultivators turned around.
Seeing such an old man, they hurriedly stepped back.
Lu Zhou's appearance had changed slightly. It was not only the reversal of his lifespan, but it was also a change in his preferences. Ji Tiandao was a little fluffy and messy. He had a bad temper and didn't know how to restrain himself. His clothes were simple and crude. Lu Zhou, on the other hand, preferred to be neat. At the very least, his clothes had to fit him. He looked like an elder.
It was very difficult to associate him with the current number one devil.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "Clean it up."
The people around them looked at each other in dismay.
Who is the old man talking to?
Little Yuan 'er pointed at Jiang Aijian and said, "Go."
"Me?" He pointed at himself.
"It's you …"
Jiang Aijian was on the verge of tears.
Alright … for the sake of that demon sword, he would endure it for the time being.
Jiang Aijian stepped into the air.
He extended his arms.
The Dragoncry Sword was unsheathed.
The cultivators at the intersection were shocked and quickly made way.
"So powerful!"
"Didn't he say that he couldn't do anything?"
"This aura … Nascent Divinity Tribulation realm! He's a Nascent Divinity Tribulation expert! "
When the Dragoncry Sword was unsheathed.
A golden light surrounded the sword.
It formed a huge energy sword.
The energy swords covered the entire road.
He waved his hands downwards!
Boom!
The energy sword struck the boulder.
Gravel sputtered and dust filled the air.
All the cultivators activated their Shield of Vigor to block the flying pebbles.
A moment later, his vision returned to normal.
The entire boulder was split open by the Dragoncry Sword!
Jiang Aijian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. He slowly descended from the sky.
"I can't help it … I'm just that cool and powerful." Jiang Aijian flicked his hair. When he landed, Dragonsong automatically returned to its scabbard.
The group of cultivators retreated again!
He was too powerful.
Even Little Yuan 'er did not expect this thick-skinned man to be able to unleash such a powerful technique.
It seemed like she had underestimated him.
Lu Zhou nodded in satisfaction. He said indifferently, "Let's go."
Qin Jun and Little Yuan 'er followed him.
"The elderly first."
"Yes, yes, yes. The elderly first."
When the cultivators saw how respectful Jiang Aijian was toward the old man, they did not dare to underestimate him.
Little Yuan 'er bared her canine teeth and said fiercely, "You're the old one! Your whole family is old … "
The cultivators were so frightened that they did not dare to get too close. They could only follow from afar.
After walking for a while …
When Little Yuan 'er saw the cultivators were still following them, she said, "Master … those people are annoying. Should I chase them away?!"
"There's no need for that."
Lu Zhou stroked his beard as he looked ahead. "There are many swords in the Mausoleum of Swords. If their cultivation bases aren't high enough, they won't be able to take the Demon Swords. On the contrary … if enough people take the swords in the mausoleum, they'll be able to weaken the Sword Formation. "
Jiang Aijian said, "You have a point. As expected of an old senior. You're knowledgeable … I'm impressed."
"Bootlicker …" Little Yuan 'er made a face at him.
Qin Jun cupped his fists and said, "Old mister, are you saying that the Sword Formation in the mausoleum is ownerless?"
"Ownerless swords easily recognize masters … It'll take some effort to destroy them," Lu Zhou said.
"I see … I've learned a lot." Qin Jun bowed.
The cultivators behind them overheard their conversation.
They seemed happy.
A few of the bolder cultivators bowed at Lu Zhou and the others.
"Old mister is right … We need to be united in the mausoleum! Many hands make light work! Our cultivation bases are weak, so we can only wield ordinary swords. Old mister's cultivation base is high, so we'll wield better swords. This is the best of both worlds! "
"Old mister, you're kind and magnanimous, unlike that despicable and selfish Si Wuya."
"…"
Little Yuan 'er looked at her master awkwardly.
Lu Zhou was not angry.
His rascal deserved to be scolded for his actions.
Perhaps, he felt that the old man was kind …
Many of the cultivators became a bit more daring, following behind him, moving forward together.
Shortly after.
They arrived at the entrance of the mausoleum.
"The mausoleum is up ahead …"
"The entrance's blocked again."
"Why is he doing this? He's harming others without benefiting himself. "
Lu Zhou ignored their discussion. He said indifferently, "Jiang Aijian."
"What?"
"Clean it up."
"Me again?" Jiang Aijian felt everyone's eyes on him. "Alright, alright, alright … I'll do it!"
He sighed.
This was a far cry from what he had imagined.
Just like before, Jiang Aijian easily cleaved through the obstacles.
Qin Jun said, "I think he's trying to buy time. These boulders … can't stop cultivators. Clearly, he's doing this to buy time. "
"The Demon Sword isn't that easy to obtain," Jiang Aijian said disapprovingly.
"You're right, but don't forget … he's the Evil Sky Pavilion's seventh disciple, Si Wuya!" Qin Jun said.
Jiang Aijian. "…"
Qin Jun's words made him feel slightly flustered.
'Don't open your mouth if you don't know how to chat!'
Lu Zhou said nothing. He walked into the mausoleum with his hands on his back.
Little Yuan 'er hastily followed him.
The cultivators swarmed in.
When they entered the mausoleum, Sword Catacombs appeared before their eyes.
The Sword Catacombs were filled with all sorts of swords.
They were big and small, long and short.
The cultivators stared at them with wide eyes.
However, Jiang Aijian shook his head. "They're all mediocre, mortal items!"
He could not wait to obtain the Demon Sword.
In his opinion, the swords on the Sword Catacombs were mediocre.
Only the Demon Sword in the Sword Formation was a peerless beauty to him! That was the sword he longed for!
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