Living Dead
Chapter 289 Living Dead
Bzzt!
The Demon Sword was still vibrating. Without the enhancement of the inscriptions, the Demon Sword was much weaker now.
Lu Zhou did not have time to concern himself about the sound from the tunnel. He conjured up his Primal Qi to suppress the Demon Sword!
Jiang Aijian said, "O-old senior… I… I…" He pointed at himself.
Lu Zhou glanced at him and asked, "You want it?"
Jiang Aijian scratched his own head sheepishly.
The Demon Sword was huge. It was nearly half a man’s height, and it was broad and thick. Having lost the power from the inscriptions, it looked extremely ugly. The blade was crude and uneven.
Lu Zhou loosened his grip and pushed forward with his palm.
Bam!
The huge Demon Sword flew toward Jiang Aijian.
Jiang Aijian was overjoyed as he grabbed the Demon Sword and landed a few palm prints on the blade. The remaining inscription power dispersed in the air. The Demon Sword was finally silent.
"Thank you, old senior… Ten years… I’m willing to be at your beck and call for ten more years, old senior!" Jiang Aijian looked at the Demon Sword lovingly.
Little Yuan’er and Qin Jun looked at him speechlessly.
Lu Zhou did not mind the Demon Sword. His instincts told him that the inscriptions’ power was the basis of the Demon Sword’s strength. The Demon Sword without the inscriptions was like an item without a soul. It was not attractive to him. Perhaps, only a collector like Jiang Aijian would treasure it.
Jiang Aijian produced a rope from his pocket and tied the Demon Sword onto his back while he carried Dragonsong before himself. There was no need to describe how happy he was at this moment. His joy was almost palpable. The happiest moment in a person’s life was when they obtained the thing that they wanted the most after all.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The sound from the tunnel was getting louder and louder.
The others at the tunnel again. The cultivators who survived had no intention of leaving.
Qin Jun’s voice trembled as he said, "That’s the tunnel to the Imperial crypt… I think it’s been connected since a long time ago." Jiang Aijian said awkwardly, "Old senior, shall we… come back another day?"
"Hm?"
"I’ll go… I’ll go." Jiang Aijian waved his hands at once. After all, he could not possibly allow anyone else to dig up his ancestral graves.
Qin Jun looked at Jiang Aijian in confusion. It was one thing for Jiang Aijian to be eccentric, but why was Jiang Aijian so enthusiastic about this task? He had heard of Jiang Aijian before. He knew that this man loved swords and his own life the most. That tunnel seemed extremely dangerous. Was Jiang Aijian not worried about his life?
Jiang Aijian cautiously ventured carefully over to the tunnel with the Demon Sword on his back. He was now at the entrance of the tunnel…
All of a sudden, a black mass shot out from the tunnel!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jiang Aijian instinctively conjured up his protective energy and engaged the black entity in a battle.
The others immediately identified what that black mass was. "A coffin!"
"Good heavens! It’s a coffin!"
The remaining cultivators were paralyzed with fear. Their knees went weak. They were already injured by the cluster of swords to begin with. They were in no condition to run away!