"Old Prince!?"

Hearing the subtle call, Jiang Zirou's heart suddenly burst.

But after a while.

Only then did Jiang Zirou realize that the subtle call seemed not to be made by humans.

"Is it a spiritual weapon that cannot be achieved..."

In the legend.

Some magical weapons bathe in the blood of powerful enemies and collect the essence of heaven and earth, by chance, subtle intelligence can be born.

Such a weapon.

It is the magic weapon that countless martial arts masters dream of. It is not only extremely sharp, but also the power that bursts out with thoughts and thoughts is far beyond what ordinary weapons can compare with.

Jiang Zirou practices the magical power of sword control.

I have been thinking about a sword with my hand for a long time.

After some speculations, the little girl suddenly couldn't help it.

"I have a baby...go and have a look!"

Seeing that there was no one around.

Jiang Zirou's figure shook, and the door blocked by the black iron chain seemed as if nothing was left to her. The next moment, the girl's slender figure had appeared in the imperial tomb.

Enter the tall and deep imperial tomb.

Among the high walls on both sides, a few candles burn slowly, emitting a light green and cold light.

Jiang Zirou held the candlestick.

When the slight rotation was turned, suddenly, a rough sound of friction came from the depths of the imperial tomb.

A bottomless passage appeared in front of Jiang Zirou.

A master of skill and courage.

Jiang Zirou waved her dress and raised her legs and stepped into it.

With the air flowing in.

On both sides of the corridor, kerosene lamps lit up one after another.

There was no organic poison gas, Jiang Zirou was careful and came to an end smoothly.

It was a bronze gate.

Thick, thick, carved dragons and painted phoenixes, and look as heavy as ten thousand pounds.

However, the door was punched open.

Broken copper blocks were embedded into the walls on both sides, and countless cracks spread, causing the entire underground palace to crack slightly.

"What a fierce person!"

Jiang Zirou took a breath of air conditioning.

This punch was shot from the inside out, smashing the bronze gate that was 10,000 kilograms thick, which was obviously the work of the old prince.

Pick an oil lamp from the walls on both sides.

Jiang Zirou followed the crack and entered the depths of the imperial tomb.

Dim and unknown oil lamp.

The strange smell of blood came.

Jiang Zirou stepped into it.

Not two steps yet.

A bloody head covered with gray-white hair, staring at her empty eyes, suddenly appeared in front of her.

...

"Not resigned!"

"I can't die!"

"The unfilial descendant Jiang Lie is ashamed of his ancestors!"

"If there is Taiwu's true body, Jiang Lie, why would I be like this!"

"The new world, I can never go back."

"The people of Daxia... I can't protect you anymore..."

...

The shattered limbs, the strong smell of blood, and the blood-colored characters on the surrounding walls constituted all the scenes Jiang Zirou saw.

She suffocated her breath.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Carrying an oil lamp.

After reading the bloody words on the wall, Jiang Zirou's eyes also showed a hint of admiration.

In the last moments of life.

What the old prince could not let go of was the tens of millions of people in Daxia.

"The name of the God of War is well deserved."

He reached out and closed the old man's eyes.

After replenishing the old prince's body, Jiang Zirou bowed and bowed to her uncle who was in blood.

Jiang Lie's body sat cross-legged on the ground.

The originally tall body was left with only a layer of skin covered with old-fashioned spots hanging on the thick skeleton. The dignified God of War has fallen to this point, which is a pity.

He put his left hand in front of him and his right hand was holding a long knife.

The call just now came from this long sword.

"Famous Sword·Daxia Dragon Bird"

Jiang Zirou took a deep breath.

This is a treasure sword passed down when the country was founded thousands of years ago.

In the past few decades, the old prince has fought south and north, and there are many martial arts masters in the world, but no one dares to refuse to accept it. In addition to his cultivation level that is almost at the level of a great master, there is also a part of it that is the Great Xia Dragon Bird in his hand.

But now.

The old prince had already died, but this precious sword had produced a little intelligence.

Come to the old prince.

Jiang Zirou held the Daxia Dragon Bird, and the cold and sharp touch came into her hand.

Jiang Zirou tried hard to remove the sword.

But I found that the old prince's palm was so powerful, and at the same time, a sense of resistance came from the sword of the Daxia Dragon Bird.

Jiang Zirou thought a little.

I already understand the problem.

"You want to protect Daxia too, right? I promise you that if Daxia encounters danger, within my ability, I will take action for Daxia once."

She whispered, her palms were pressed and her delicate knuckles were cut open by the blade.

Blood flowing with the blood of the Daxia royal family gushed out from it and penetrated into the blade.

The Great Xia Dragon Bird let out a soft chirping.

The old prince's head raised high suddenly dropped and his palms loosened.

...

South, Dead Man Lake.

In the ancient building with ghost fire.

A white candle burned slowly, and gusts of cold wind blew outside the window, making endless whimpering sounds.

Several assassins gathered together as usual.

One of them had a pale face, his bloody pupils were full of anger. One of his arms was covered with thick bandages, but blood was still oozing out of it.

"Tiansha... why are you so seriously injured?? Have you met the old prince?"

Everyone was shocked.

"Haha...If I meet the old prince, can I still come back alive?"

"Who hurt you so badly? What useful news did you get from the Daxia Palace?"
To be continued...