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As soon as Zhao Wujiang took a step forward, he noticed that someone was tugging at the corner of his clothes. He turned around and saw that it was Sikong Xing who had stolen the door.
Sikong Xing's big eyes were watery, staring straight at Zhao Wujiang's bronze mask.
Zhao Wujiang smiled dumbly and said softly: "Want it?"
"I want to..." Sikong Xing's voice was as clear as a bell.
Zhao Wujiang squatted down slightly:
"Then why don't you take off the mask by stealing the door?"
Sikong Xing tilted his head:
"Master said that the tokens of other sects cannot be touched. This is called stealing."
Zhao Wujiang nodded, smiled, agreed, and said in a humming voice:
"Outside the main hall, where the horses are parked, there is a horse with a mole on its butt and a package wrapped around it. In addition to a piece of rotten clothes, there is also a pair of this mask in the package.
Go get it, I'll give it to you..."
Sikong Xing's eyes lit up and he said happily: "Thank you, big brother."
She jumped and ran out.
Zhao Wujiang shook his head and smiled.
"Is there a mole on the horse's butt?" Jiajiu was confused.
Jia Ersan laughed loudly:
"That's because the pavilion master is teasing Sikong Xing. Can't she just go through the package?"
Gu Nanyuan pursed her lips and smiled softly, feeling that Zhao Wujiang was quite childlike.
Zhao Wujiang spread his hands and walked towards the back of the palace, preparing to follow the stone steps to the back mountain to see the fight.
As soon as he stepped into the rear gate of the palace, he heard a child crying.
Immediately afterwards, Sikong Xing, who was wearing a bronze mask, ran over with a roar and threw himself into his arms, crying and begging for comfort:
"Brother, I was kicked by a horse when I touched my butt just now..."
"Are you okay?" Zhao Wujiang suppressed a smile. He knew that with Sikong Xing's fifth-grade cultivation, it was natural that nothing would happen, but whether the child was in pain or not, what he needed most was comfort.
The bronze mask was wide and looked a little funny on Sikong Xing's little head. She pouted and sobbed:
"It's okay...I kicked it too..."
"Going to the back mountain?" Zhao Wujiang smiled gently.
"Well... the master won't let me go..." Sikong Xing felt a little aggrieved, and then his big eyes flashed:
"Huh, but I'm wearing a mask now, so he can't recognize me!"
"Wait a minute, you can just stand behind us and watch the show. There is no need to take action. Do you understand?" Zhao Wujiang said with a smile.
"Yeah." Sikong Xing nodded, grabbed Zhao Wujiang's big hand with his small hand, and skipped towards the back hill.
...
In the back mountain, Jiang Chengfeng, Xuanyuan Yuheng, Sikong Bujue and others arrived, and Li Yuanzheng, Jiang Mengli and other fourth-level experts also stopped fighting.
Everyone came to the sweeping monk's mausoleum. Although they didn't say much, they could feel the murderous intent gathering in the air.
Now that they have arrived in front of the mausoleum, they are one step closer to the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra". The hearts of several powerful masters are burning, and they are bound to get the secret book.
"Boom boom..."
The sound of the stone door was heard, and the mausoleum guard Gu Changtian walked out of the mausoleum and appeared in front of everyone.
His appearance immediately aroused the fear of everyone present.
The cultivation level of the tomb guardians is at least above the fifth level of Grand Master, and not weaker than Master Kuzhu.
"You are disturbing Master Kuxuan's peace. Get out of here quickly!" the tomb guard said coldly as he swept through the crowd.
"Master Kuxuan is highly respected and benevolent towards others. If the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra" can make the world of martial arts prosperous again, Master Kuxuan will surely agree if he knows it." Xuanyuan Yuheng's throat twitched under his ghostly face, and he spoke in a low and hoarse ventriloquism. .
Zhang Yinzong, the fifth abandoned disciple on the sword list, echoed:
"The "Phaseless Prajna Sutra" is a unique skill in martial arts, and it should be allowed to be practiced by future generations like us. Master Kuxuan is not a person who cherishes it. If he were alive, he would definitely pass down the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra".
If you stop us today, you are severing the inheritance of Master Kuxuan! "
"Everyone hides secrets and secrets, won't our martial arts in Great Xia be declining more and more?" Huangtang Old Ghost was full of alcohol and his body was swaying.
Jiang Chengfeng, the head of the Jiang family, cupped his fists and raised his hands:
"Brother, the guardian of the mausoleum, there are so many comrades now, why do you have to guard it anymore?
Since the tomb has been broken open, it is God's will that the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra" falls into our hands. "
Ji Wu Ming, the elder of the Ji family, also said loudly:
"The "Phaseless Prajna Sutra" is a treasure that belongs to the whole world of Daxia. Tomb-keeper, you must not steal it by guarding it!"
"Guardian of the mausoleum, before I destroyed the mausoleum, I asked the senior divine fortune teller to calculate it. There is nothing ominous about this move. Maybe as Brother Chengfeng said, this is God's will..." Sikong Bugui, the leader of the Thieving Sect, laughed.
Strong people kept coming forward, either verbally or physically, or trying to dissuade them, all trying to get the tomb guardians to get out of the way. However, the tomb guardians were very powerful and no one wanted to be the first to take the lead.
"There is no need to sound grand. I know that you can't wait to break into the tomb." The golden stars in the old eyes of Gu Changtian, the guardian of the tomb, were gathering. He glanced at everyone and said with a look:
"Do it!"
Xuanyuan Yuheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He could not continue to be in a stalemate with the tomb guardians like this. He had to enter the tomb. Only by stepping into it first could he obtain the "Phaseless Prajna Sutra".
He carried it on his back with one hand, and pointed at the tomb guard with the other hand. There was no sword in his hand, but the sword energy was already powerful.
The next moment, a monstrous sword energy erupted in front of the sweeping monk's tomb.
