On the back mountain, a brand new tomb stands alone next to the cliff.

This tomb is very simple, just a pile of conical stones made of stones of varying sizes, but it is magical without any gaps.

The people inside are naturally Lu Weimao, the real person of the soul known as the Holy Hand of Danxin.

Lu Weimao exhausted all his energy and helped Su Ziyue break through the barriers and further his cultivation level, while he himself was completely wiped out.

In this tomb, there is only the lonely Nine Palace Divine Sword.

After suffering severe damage, the sword spirit of this sword fell into silence. The only trace of spirituality did not have the intention to compete. He only wanted to replace the master and buried it in this grave.

It has all the inheritances of Lu Weimao except for the three thousand realms of love. Now it is only willing to wait here quietly for its next destined master to inherit its inheritance.

"Let's go!"

In front of the grave, a man and a woman stand side by side.

The man was wearing a long sword on his waist, with a handsome appearance, but his expression was a little haggard, and he was speaking slowly.

The woman has a beautiful appearance and an ethereal temperament. She nodded slightly when she heard this, and her beautiful eyes were red.

At this time, the peach blossoms all over the mountains have withered, and the place is full of loneliness.

Two figures walked slowly towards the top of the mountain, where there were two tombs waiting for them to say goodbye.

The wind blew, and the 'whimper' sounded like playing a sad tune.

"Brother Su, where are we going?"

Lu Wenlin looked at the back in front of her, and she couldn't lift a trace of her spirit in her eyes. She was like a walking corpse being manipulated.

"Go to the Yuanjiang Imperial Mausoleum."

Su Ziyue raised her head, and the breeze rolled under her feet, wrapping up the two of them and rising towards the sky.

"Yuanjiang Imperial Mausoleum?"

Lu Wenlin looked up slightly. Although she was sad, it did not hinder her existing knowledge.

She has been with Lu Weimao for thousands of years, taking advantage of both good and evil, and knows the cultivation forces in all parts of the world, but has never heard of this place.

"It's not surprising that you don't know. This place has only emerged in recent years. However, you should have heard of a person named Yang Jin?"

Su Ziyue didn't look back, only the voice came from the front.

"Yang Jin from the Innate Yi Qi Sect?"

Lu Wenlin hesitated slightly.

"Isn't he dead?"

Five hundred years ago, the evil spirits in the Innate Yiqi Sect plundered, and then this sect was destroyed, the disciples of the sect were scattered all over the world, and the sect leader Qian Kunsou fell.

"Not dead."

Su Ziyue did not explain, but just gave a positive answer.

"oh."

Neither of them talked about sex, and they could only escape light crossed the sky and ran straight towards the distant place.

Yuanjiang is known as the ancestral courtyard of the rivers in the world. The river water is endless, allowing more than a hundred giant ships to cross the river in parallel. Countless countries live on both sides of the river, and countless creatures are nourished by it.

On this day, a clear light appeared in the sky, wandering back and forth along the Jiuling of Yuanjiang River, and finally stopped over a relatively deserted section of the river.

“It’s here.”

The divine light burst into Su Ziyue's eyes. His soul sensing was far beyond that of cultivators of the same realm. Even the peak soul of the four tribulations may not be as true as his sensing.

That's when, here.

There was nothing in front of him, but in his senses, a Jiang Duan, which was about a thousand miles long, was intercepted from Yuanjiang with magic, and was independent of the entire Yuanjiang.

The Yuanjiang water veins have their own spiritual energy pulses, which are connected to the earth veins in this world. If there is any abnormal movement, it can affect countless creatures. In order to prevent evil monks from controlling the righteous path, this river has always been monitored by righteous monks.

But such a huge movement here did not cause any strange phenomena, which was really shocking.

This is the method of today's people, but the work of the predecessors. The hand and footsteps of a country composed of monks once made. Nine holy emperor talismans penetrated into the void, making the place isolated from the outside, but being nourished by the power of heaven and earth.

This kind of behavior can be considered selfish.

As for the reason, it is the inner void that expanded to the vast and boundless imperial tomb.

In this country where monks once gathered, nine holy emperors at the realm of the soul appeared. They eventually fell one after another without exception and were buried here.

The predecessors planted trees and later generations enjoyed the cool air. The territory of the innate Yiqi Sect was eventually taken over by Yang Jin, the sorceress of Qiankun.

"open!"

The long sword on his waist suddenly came out of the sheath, a gray sword light flashed away, and a crack quietly emerged in the void, and the rich and active spiritual energy fluctuated into his face.

Through the crack, you can see that a section of the river appeared again on the Yuan River. On the surface, a luxurious giant ship that lasted hundreds of miles was floating quietly.

There are many towers and ridges, lined up one after another, hundreds of flags erected on the tower ships, and countless streams of light are constantly passing through the inside. In this once holy tomb, there is actually a powerful force hidden.

"Who is coming?"

The void was torn apart, and everything hidden was revealed in the eyes of outsiders, which made the inside sound shocked and angry.

The momentum that rose on the giant ship also proved the strength of the man's soul realm.

"Walk!"

Ignoring the roar of the man inside, Su Ziyue pulled Lu Shulin with his backhand. The two of them had already stepped into the place, and the crack of the void behind them also closed automatically.

"Crazy..."

The flags danced in front of you, and the divine light bloomed on the giant ship, and a terrifying power suddenly fell on the bodies of the two.

"court death!"

With an angry shout, the sky suddenly darkened, the void began to collapse silently, chaos reappeared, and the laws of heaven and earth collapsed. Even if they had good self-support, Su Ziyue could not help but be moved.

Even if the peak soul takes action in a hurry, it is probably far from that!

"Yes, the hard work of these years has not been in vain."

The sword light suddenly appeared in the sky, wrapped the two of them, and flashed quietly. It had already passed through the infinite time and space that was isolated from each other and appeared next to the huge tower ship.

"It's you!"

On the boat board, before Su Ziyue and the others stood still, four figures had appeared one after another, surrounding him in the middle.

"Shura Blood Sword Su Ziyue."

The human body in the left hand was like a boy, with a braid on his head and a blood-red gourd hanging around his waist. He was looking up and down with interest.

"The gourd boy, I have heard of the famous name for a long time."

Seeing this person, Su Ziyue couldn't help but shrink his eyes. This person was the top existence in the evil path, with unfathomable magic power and the only person present that Su Ziyue could not see through.

Just now, it was his move.

"Fellow Daoist Su, long time no see."

The person with the right hand has a poor appearance, a three-inch beard under his forehead, a slightly bent back, and a somewhat vulgar appearance, but he is also a famous person in the world of cultivation.

"It turns out to be the Jiu-handed Divine Crow Luo Rongluo. I heard that you robbed the Dingyi Sect and didn't expect you to be alive."

Su Ziyue was not polite to this person, and even his tone was a little stiff.

"Hehe... I don't have anything else, but my ability to escape is considered good."

The nine-handed crow Luo Rong smiled and then looked at Lu Shulin, his eyes flashed and he spoke suddenly.

"This girl is not the one next to Lu Weimao, isn't it?"

"Um?"

Before he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tight.

"Fellow Daoist Su, Lu Weimao is not the one who is waiting for me! You will not forget your oath, tell him what's going on here, right?"

The person who faces each other is wearing a Taoist robe with a clear appearance and a fairy style, but he is Yang Jin, the old man in the world who has long believed to have fallen.

"Senior Lu has passed away."

Su Ziyue's face did not change.

"It is said that Youruo also died at the hands of the righteous alliance."

"Um!"

Upon hearing this news, the expressions of several people around him could not help but change one after another.

"They can actually kill Youruo? This... is impossible?"

The person behind him questioned, but this person was a woman with a black veil covering her face. This woman called herself Zheng Bagu, and her origin was mysterious. However, she could stand with a few people and her strength would naturally not be weak.

"Yes, even the Sword Sect could not kill Youruo back then. They... would have this strength?"

The gourd boy also frowned slightly, and the soundtracks hesitated.

"You underestimate the potential for explosion under the desperate efforts. The strength of the Zhengdao Alliance is much stronger than the Sword Sect in the past!"

Su Ziyue looked down at the giant ship beneath her feet.
Chapter completed!