Buzz.
The demon sword was still trembling.
Without the support of the tablet inscriptions, the power of the demon sword was much weaker.
Lu Zhou could not be bothered with the situation in the tunnel. He circulated his Primal Qi to suppress the Demon Sword!
Jiang Aijian stammered, "O-old senior … I, I …"
He pointed at himself.
Lu Zhou glanced at him and said, "You want it?"
He scratched his head sheepishly.
This demon sword was very large, equivalent to half the height of a person, and it seemed very wide and thick.
After losing the power of the inscription, the demon sword looked extremely ugly.
The body of the sword was full of bumps and hollows, dry, numb, and not smooth at all.
Lu Zhou loosened his grip and pushed his palm forward.
Bang.
The huge Demon Sword flew toward Jiang Aijian.
Jiang Aijian was overjoyed. He grabbed the Demon Sword and placed several palm prints on it.
The remaining power of the tablet inscription dissipated into the air.
The demon sword fell completely silent.
"Thank you, old senior … Don't mention ten years … I'm willing to serve you for another ten years, old senior." Jiang Aijian looked at the Demon Sword happily.
Little Yuan 'er and Qin Jun looked at him speechlessly.
Lu Zhou did not care about the Demon Sword.
His intuition told him that the power of the tablet inscriptions was the foundation of the demon sword.
A demonic sword that had lost its inscription was equivalent to losing its soul. It was no longer attractive.
Perhaps only a collector like Jiang Aijian would care about it.
Jiang Aijian retrieved the rope from his pocket and slung the Demon Sword on his back. He held Dragonsong in front of him, clearly overjoyed.
He was delighted.
The happiest thing in life is to get what you want.
Creak.
Creak —
The sound from the tunnel grew louder and louder.
Everyone turned to look at him once more.
The cultivators who were still alive had no intention of leaving.
They looked at the tunnel again.
Qin Jun's voice trembled as he said, "That's the passageway leading to the Imperial Tombs … It seems to have been opened by someone a long time ago."
Jiang Aijian said awkwardly, "Old senior, why don't we … come back another time?"
"Hmm?"
"I'll go … I'll go." Jiang Aijian hastily waved his hands.
They couldn't possibly let others dig up their ancestors' graves, right?
Qin Jun looked at Jiang Aijian curiously. It was one thing for Jiang Aijian to act strangely, but why was Jiang Aijian rushing to do something like this? He had heard about Jiang Aijian. He knew that Jiang Aijian loved swords and treasured his life.
This passageway was extremely dangerous. Wasn't he afraid of being stabbed if he went over like this?
With the Demon Sword on his back, Jiang Aijian cautiously walked over.
Just as he arrived at the entrance of the tunnel —
A black object leapt out from the passageway!
Bang! Bang bang …
He instinctively circulated his energy to fight the black object.
Everyone recognized the rectangular black object at a glance.
"A coffin!"
"Oh my god … It's a coffin!"
The remaining cultivators were so scared that they wet their pants and their legs went weak.
They were already injured by the swords, so how could they have the ability to escape …
Bang, bang, bang!
The coffin spun 360 degrees in the air. It flew toward Jiang Aijian.
Fortunately, Jiang Aijian cultivated the Dao Invisibility Technique, so he was nimble.
The coffin only managed to force him back as he evaded the attack with his energy and movement technique.
"Something's wrong with me today. I'm so unlucky." Jiang Aijian retreated from the tunnel and leaped back.
The ink-colored coffin did not continue its attack.
Instead, it floated at the entrance of the tunnel.
"The living dead?" Qin Jun frowned.
"The dead can't come back to life. There's no such thing as a living dead. It's just the living putting on an act," Jiang Aijian said.
Everyone stared unblinkingly at the coffin.
A moment later.
A hoarse voice came from the coffin.
"Who trespassed into the Mausoleum of Swords?"
The voice was muffled and deep.
Little Yuan 'er glanced at him and said, "Go talk to him. It's very likely that your ancestor is in this coffin."
"…"
She was telling the truth.
After all, this coffin came out from the tunnel.
In the royal mausoleum, the people placed there were naturally members of the royal family.
These words fell into Qin Jun's ears.
Qin Jun's eyes widened as he looked at Jiang Aijian in shock. 'He's a member of the Imperial family? Or was this girl teasing him on purpose?
Jiang Aijian scratched his head.
"I'm Jiang Aijian … May I know your name, senior?"
A deep voice came from the coffin.
"Young man?"
Jiang Aijian examined himself.
Is it bad to be young?
Strong and sturdy, handsome and suave … …
The voice from the coffin continued, "In this world, there is only one person who can break the Demon Sword … Let him come out."
This coffin was quite smart.
Jiang Aijian glanced at Lu Zhou.
It was no wonder …
The old senior had been concealing his aura all this time, making him look extremely weak. His presence was also very weak, so the coffin ignored him.
"It's you?" Lu Zhou finally spoke.
He opened his mouth.
Everyone was shocked.
They know each other?
After a moment of silence, the coffin spoke again.
"It really is you."
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "I thought you're long dead … I didn't expect you to be hiding here."
A strange laughter came from the coffin.
"Old friend, everyone will die … I'm just waiting for my death in advance."
Lu Zhou nodded, but he still said, "I'm afraid … that's not the case. The Demon Sword, the Seven Terminal Formation, the inscriptions … Do you really think you can find a way to increase your lifespan? "
Longevity!
Everyone caught this keyword.
He didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
Since ancient times, all cultivators who stood at the peak were searching for the truth of life.
How to break through the limits of his lifespan, and even … seek immortality.
This question was too difficult to answer.
Only the elites were qualified to study and discuss it.
"Aren't you the same?" the coffin asked.
Lu Zhou was slightly taken aback. However, his expression remained calm as he stroked his beard and said, "No … I've seen through life and death a long time ago."
A hoarse, puzzled voice rang from the coffin.
Then, he said, "Based on my calculations … Your lifespan should be reaching its limit soon. Are you still guarding the Evil Sky Pavilion? "
As soon as he said this …
The cultivators were shocked.
If they did not understand this, they would be no different from fools.
In other words …
The old man before them was the Evil Sky Pavilion's Patriarch, the Old Villain Ji who dominated the lands!
"He's Old Villain Ji?"
"T-this …"
The cultivators who had been traumatized cried. They did not look like they were crying, but they were terrified.
"Run … Run!"
They had dodged the cluster of swords, the monk Kong Yuan, and the Demon Sword … Now, another f * cking villain that they feared the most had appeared!
They had to run even if they had to!
The dozen or so cultivators no longer cared about their pain. They ran for their lives.
Lu Zhou did not care about these cultivators from the minor sects. If they were from the ten great sects, he would have killed them all. There was no enmity between the minor sects. Let them be.
Lu Zhou looked at the coffin.
He stroked his beard and said, "Gong Yuandu, although I'm older than you, I'll definitely live longer than you."
"Hehe … hehehe …" The person in the coffin chuckled indignantly. "Perhaps."
"Did you hide in the Mausoleum of Swords to search for the way to live forever?" Lu Zhou asked.
"More than that …"
Gong Yuandu said hoarsely, "I'm trying to comprehend the path of the sword and the method of cultivation."
"Comprehend the path of the sword?"
"Throughout my life … I've always wanted to fight you, Brother Ji. Alas, age doesn't spare me … My cultivation base is gradually returning to heaven and earth. "
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