Back in the mountains, a brand-new tomb stands alone beside the cliff.

The tomb is a rudimentary one, a cone-shaped mound of stones of different sizes, but miraculously without the slightest gap.

The person inside is naturally Lu Weimao, the real person of the Yuan God who is known as the Holy Hand of Danxin.

Lu Weimao exhausted all his essence and energy, helping Su Ziyue break the barrier and take a further step in his cultivation, while he himself was completely wiped out.

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

The sword spirit of this sword also fell silent after suffering a heavy blow, with only a trace of spirituality, and no idea of fighting, only willing to replace the master and be buried in this tomb.

It carries all the inheritances of Lu Weimao except for the Three Thousand Realms of Love, and now it is only willing to wait quietly here 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 had a long sword hanging at his waist, and he looked handsome, but his expression was slightly haggard, and he was speaking slowly.

The woman is beautiful in appearance and has an ethereal temperament, nodding slightly when she hears the words, and her beautiful eyes are red.

At this time, the peach blossoms in the mountains have withered, and this place is lonely.

The two figures walked slowly to the top of the mountain, one after the other, where two tombs were waiting for them to say goodbye.

The wind blew, and it whined, as if it was playing a sad tune.

"Brother Su, where are we going?"

Lu Wenlin looked at the back in front of him, there was no trace of spirit in his eyes, and the whole person was like a walking corpse that was manipulated.

"Go to the Yuanjiang Imperial Mausoleum. ”

Su Ziyue raised his head, the breeze under his feet swirled, and he wrapped the two of them and rose towards the sky.

"Yuanjiang Imperial Mausoleum?"

Lu Wenlin raised her head slightly, although she was sad in her heart, it did not hinder the existing knowledge.

She has been by Lu Weimao's side for thousands of years, she knows both good and evil, and she has an understanding of the cultivation forces in all parts of the world, but she has never heard of this place.

"It's no surprise that you don't know, this place has only emerged in the last few hundred years. However, you must have heard of a man named Yang Jin, right?"

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

"Yang Jin of the Innate One Qi Sect?"

Lu Wenlin hesitated slightly.

"Isn't he dead?"

Five hundred years ago, the Innate One Qi Sect was ravaged by the evil Dao Yuan Shen, and then this sect perished, the disciples of the sect were scattered all over the world, and the sect master Qiankun fell.

"Not dead. ”

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

"Oh. ”

Neither of them talked about sex, only the light crossed the sky, and ran straight into the distance.

The Yuanjiang River is known as the ancestral court of the rivers in the world, the river is surging endlessly, and can accommodate more than 100 huge ships to cross the river in parallel, countless countries have lived on both sides of this 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 section of the Yuanjiang River, and finally stopped over a relatively deserted section of the river.

"This is it. ”

The divine light in Su Ziyue's eyes bloomed, and his Yuan Shen induction far exceeded that of a monk in the same realm, and even the peak Yuan Shen of the Four Tribulations sometimes may not have the true sense of his induction.

Just like that, here and now.

There was obviously nothing in front of him, but in his induction, there was a section of the river about a thousand miles long that was forcibly intercepted from the Yuanjiang by magic, independent of the entire Yuanjiang.

The water veins of the Yuanjiang River have their own aura pulse, which is connected to the leylines of the world on this side, and the slightest change can affect countless living beings.

But such a big movement here did not cause the slightest vision, which is really appalling.

This is the means of today's people, but the handiwork of predecessors, once the hands and feet of a certain country composed of monks, the Nine Holy Emperor Spirit Runes into the void, making this place isolated, but nourished by the power of heaven and earth.

This kind of behavior can be regarded as selfishness.

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

In this country where monks once gathered, there were nine Holy Emperors of the Yuan God Realm, and they eventually fell one after another without exception and died here.

The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade, which belonged to the territory of the Innate One Qi Sect, and was finally taken over by Yang Jin, Qiankun Suo.

"Open!"

The long sword on his waist suddenly came out of its sheath, a gray sword light flashed away, a crack quietly appeared in the void, and a rich and active aura fluctuated.

Through the cracks, it can be seen that a section of the river surface has appeared on the Yuanjiang River again, and on the river, a luxury giant ship hundreds of miles long is quietly levitating.

Heavy buildings are stacked on top of each other, rows and rows, hundreds of flags are erected on the building ship, countless streamers are constantly shuttling inside, in this former holy mausoleum, there is actually a powerful force hidden.

"Who's coming?"

The void was torn apart, revealing everything hidden in the eyes of outsiders, and the people inside couldn't help but let out angry sounds.

The momentum that rose on the giant ship also proved the strength of that person's primordial god realm.

"Let's go!"

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

"Boom la la ......"

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

"Look for death!"

With an angry shout, the sky suddenly darkened, the void began to collapse silently, chaos repeated, and the laws of heaven and earth collapsed, even if his self-sustaining strength was good, Su Ziyue couldn't help but be moved.

This kind of power, even if the peak Yuan Shen makes a hasty move, I am afraid that it is far from it!

"Yes, all these years of hard work have not been in vain after all. ”

The sword light appeared in the air, enveloping the two of them, and quietly flashed, and it had already crossed the immeasurable time and space isolated by the other party, and appeared next to the huge building ship.

"It's you!"

On the plank, before Su Ziyue and the others could stand, four figures had already emerged one after another, surrounding him in the middle.

"Shura Blood Sword Su Ziyue. ”

The person on his left hand was like a child, with his head tied in double braids, and a blood-red gourd hanging from his waist, and he was looking the two of them up and down with great interest.

"The gourd boy has been known for a long time. ”

Seeing this person, Su Ziyue couldn't help but shrink his eyes, this is the top existence in the evil path, his mana is unfathomable, and he is also the only person present who Su Ziyue can't see through.

Just now, it was his hand.

"Su Daoyou, long time no see. ”

The person on the right hand is not good-looking, with a three-inch beard under his forehead, a slight bow on his back, and a somewhat obscene appearance, but he is also famous in the cultivation world.

"It turned out to be the Nine-Hand Divine Crow Luo Arsenic Senior, I heard that you robbed the Ding Suspicion Sect, but I didn't expect you to be alive. ”

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

"Hey...... , the old decay has nothing else, and the ability to escape for his life is not bad. ”

The nine-handed crow Luo Arsenic smiled, and then put his eyes on Lu Shulin, his eyes flashed, and he opened his mouth violently.

"This girl, it can't be the one next to Lu Weimao, right?"

"Huh?"

Before the words fell, the atmosphere in the field was suddenly tense.

"Su Daoyou, Lu Weimao is not a person waiting for me to wait all the way! You won't forget your oath and tell him what happened here, right?"

The person facing the front, dressed in a Qiankun Taoist robe, has a clear appearance, and has a fairy style, but he is the Qiankun Yang Jin who the world has long thought has fallen.

"Senior Lu has passed away. ”

Su Ziyue's face did not change color.

"It is said that Yuruo also died at the hands of the Righteous Path Alliance. ”

"Hmm!"

Hearing the news, the faces of several people around couldn't help but change one after another.

"They actually managed to kill Youruo......? Impossible, right?"

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

"That's right, back then, even the Sword Sect couldn't kill Youruo, they ...... Will you have the strength?"

The gourd boy also frowned slightly, and his voice hesitated.

"You underestimate the potential of people to explode under their desperate efforts, and the strength of the Righteous Path Alliance is far much stronger than that of the Sword Sect back then!"

Su Ziyue looked down at the giant ship under his feet.

"Don't forget, who would have thought that this ship could really be built in the first place? ”