My Disciples Are All Villains

Hum.

The magic sword is still trembling.

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

Luzhou couldn't keep up with the situation of martyrdom, and mobilized Yuan Jian to make the magic sword!

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

He pointed at himself.

Luzhou glanced at him and said, "What do you want?"

Jiang Aijian scratched his head embarrassed.

This magic sword is large, about the height of most people, and it looks very wide and thick.

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

The sword body was potty, dry and numb, and not round.

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

boom.

The huge magic sword flew towards Jiang Aijian.

Jiang Aijian was overjoyed. When he grasped the magic sword, several palm prints were placed on the magic sword.

The remaining inscription power dissipated in the air.

The magic sword was completely silent.

"Thank you for your old senior ... don't say ten years ... I'd like to saddle the old senior for another ten years." Jiang Aijian looked at the magic sword beautifully.

Xiaoyuer and Qin both gave him a silent look.

Luzhou didn't care about this magic sword.

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

Losing the magic sword of the inscription means losing the soul and not being attractive.

Only Jiang Aijian's collection habit is more concerned.

Jiang Aijian took the rope out of his arms and carried the magic sword on his back. Long Yinjian hugged it in front of him, how happy he was.

Beauty.

The happiest thing in life is to get what you want.

Squeak.

Creak-

The sound of the martyrdom became louder.

The crowd looked at it again.

Those living practitioners have no plans to leave.

They looked again at the martyrdom.

Qin Jun's voice shuddered and said, "That was the martyrdom to the royal tomb ... it seems to have been opened up by people."

Jiang Aijian embarrassed and said, "Old senior, why not ... come again later?"

"Ok?"

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

You can't let others plan the ancestral grave?

Qin Jun looked at Jiang Aijian strangely. This man was acting in a weird style. How could such a thing be rushed? He heard about Jiang Aijian, knowing that this person loves sword and dies.

This place of martyrdom is extremely dangerous, so you are not afraid of being exiled?

Jiang Aijian carried the magic sword and walked carefully.

Just arrived at the Daokou—

A black thing came out of the martyrdom!

boom! Bang ...

Jiang Aijian instinctively mobilized Qi to fight the black object.

Everyone recognized the rectangular black object at a glance.

"coffin!"

"Oh ... it's a coffin!"

The rest of the practitioners were frightened and their legs were weak.

Ben was wounded under the sword group, and they still had the ability to escape ...

Bang Bang!

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

Fortunately, Jiang Aijian practiced Dao Yin's art, and was agile.

The coffin just forced him back under the dodging of Dao Dao Qi and body style.

"It's evil today, it's so bad." Jiang Aijian pulled out of the martyrdom area and returned.

The dark coffin did not continue to attack.

Instead, it was suspended at the entrance.

"Are you alive?" Qin Jun frowned.

"If people die, they cannot be resurrected. There are no living dead. They are all pretending to be living." Jiang Aijian said.

The crowd stared at the coffin intently.

A moment passed.

A husky voice sounded in the coffin--

"Who broke into the sword tomb?"

The sound was stuffy and heavy.

Xiao Jieer looked at Jiang Aijian and said, "Go and talk to him. This coffin is probably your ancestor."

"..."

She was telling the truth.

After all, this coffin came out of the martyrdom.

In the royal tombs, the people of the royal family are naturally placed.

This remark fell into Qin Jun's ear.

Qin Jun stared and looked at Jiang Aijian in surprise ... Is he in the royal family? Or is this girl teasing on purpose?

Jiang Aijian scratched his head and said:

"Love sword in Xiajiang ... dare to ask seniors how to call them?"

A low voice came from the coffin:

"young people?"

Jiang Aijian examined himself.

Isn't it young?

Strong and strong, Yushu is facing the wind ...

The coffin continued to make a sound: "Under the sky, the only person who can break the magic sword ... only let him out."

This coffin is smart.

Jiang Aijian looked at the nearby Luzhou.

No wonder ...

The old senior has been hiding the breath fluctuations of the whole body, looks extremely weak, and has a weak sense of existence, which is ignored by the coffin.

"Is it you?" Luzhou finally spoke.

This opening.

Everyone was shocked.

Do they know?

The coffin was silent for a moment and spoke again:

"It really is you."

Luzhou Fuxu said: "My husband thought you were dead early ... I didn't expect to hide here."

There was a weird laughter in the coffin.

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

Luzhou nodded, but he still said, "I'm afraid ... it's not the case. Magic sword, Qi Jue Zhen, inscription ... Do you really think you can find a way to increase your life?"

life!

Everyone captured this keyword.

Not even dare to come out.

Since ancient times, every practitioner who stands at the top is looking for the truth of life.

How to break through the limit and even seek ... forever.

This question is too high-end ...

Only big men are qualified to study and discuss.

"Aren't you the same?" Asked in the coffin.

Luzhou's heart was a little sloppy ... his face was still calm, and he said, "No ... I already saw life and death."

A curious hoarseness was heard in the coffin.

Then he said, "Calculate the time ... Your old life limit should also be reached. Still guarding the Motenkaku?"

That's a word.

The practitioners were shocked.

If you ca n’t understand even that, it ’s really no different from a fool.

In other words--

The old man in front of him is the ancestor of Devil's Pavilion, the old Devil who is in the world!

"He is Ji Lao Mo?"

"This, this, this ..."

The practitioners who have suffered continuous psychological shocks are crying, crying is not like crying, and is terrified.

"Run ... run!"

Dodging the sword group, dodging the distant monk, dodging the magic sword ... This is why there is a demon head they are most afraid of!

You have to run!

The more than ten practitioners ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ where can also take care of the pain and fled.

Luzhou doesn't care about the practitioners of this small group of sects ... If it is the top ten gates, it would not be too much to kill them all. Xiaomen Xiao faction has no injustice, let them go.

Looking at the coffin.

Luzhou Fuxu said: "Gong Yuandu, although the old man is older than you, he will definitely live longer than you."

"Hehe ... hehehe ..." The coffin grinned, "Maybe."

"You are hiding in the sword market, just to find the method of longevity?" Luzhou asked.

"more than……"

Gong Yuandu said hoarsely, "At the same time, I feel Kendo and the method of practice."

"Feeling Kendo?"

"In my life ... I really want to share the victory with Brother Ji. Unfortunately, my age is not forgiving ... My cultivation is gradually returning to heaven and earth."

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