Yan Zhaoge's face changed, and he immediately summoned out the Dragon Palace, and included Ah Hu in it first. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Feng Yunsheng forcibly pushed his Frost Divine Sword back into its sheath, his eyes disappeared with blue brilliance, and then he also took the initiative to jump into the Dragon Palace.

"What does it feel like?" Yan Zhao Ge asked Ah Hu in a voice.

When he arrived at the Dragon Palace, Ah Hu seemed to come to his senses, and his eyes returned to clarity.

But he was still at a loss about the other party's feelings: "There is no special feeling, as if sometimes I think about things and get caught up, or I am sleepy and take a nap." ”

Feng Yunsheng also shook his head: "There is no obvious special feeling, when I was slightly distracted, the Rin Sun Divine Knife automatically reacted." ”

"But there's definitely a problem, otherwise the Rin-Sun Divine Sword wouldn't have this sign of protecting the Lord. ”

Yan Zhaoge's brows furrowed slightly, and he put away the Dragon Palace, and carefully looked at the environment in front of him.

In the dimly lit passage, there still doesn't seem to be anything special about it.

But how do you look at it now, how it exudes weirdness.

The Dark Sect martial artists beside him were all martial saints, and they were somewhat unusual.

Especially Zhou Haosheng, the sect leader of the Dark Sect, had a serious expression: "It's not quite right, be careful." ”

His true essence was released from the acupuncture points around his body, faintly forming a layer of black qi, as if night was falling, dark and dark, isolating the surrounding light.

Everyone walked for a while, Yan Zhaoge observed the surroundings intently, but faintly felt that his own spirit, as if he was also thrown into the dim light, unable to extricate himself.

He was alert to the fact that the more he was observant and guarded, the more likely he was to lose his mind.

This is actually a kind of tomb guarding prohibition, which hurts people invisibly, and makes people unconsciously fall into the way.

And the deeper you go into the interior of the mausoleum, the more powerful this strange tomb guarding prohibition becomes.

Yan Zhaoge observed the dim light, and gradually understood in his heart: "If you are in it, you will gradually be assimilated by this dim light, lose your mind, and become muddy. ”

"In the end, it will become a puppet like the walking dead, and those puppets on the outside will come like this. ”

Yan Zhaoge's gaze began to become calm, deep and chaotic, even more blurry than the dim light in front of him.

Running the method of the Infinite Heavenly Book, Yan Zhaoge was no different from ordinary on the outside, but the whole person on the inside seemed to be incarnated into chaos, isolated from the dim and glorious assimilation.

Walking forward, there began to be more and more powerhouses of the Dark Sect, and there was a tendency to fall behind.

Fortunately, Zhou Haosheng and other top bigwigs are still sober, and the soldiers pay attention to the situation of their peers at any time.

Seeing that the influence of the forbidden power was getting bigger and bigger, Zhou Haosheng sighed.

With a shake of his hand, a long black banner appeared, and when he waved, black light sprinkled like silk.

The dark light in the tomb was suddenly cut off for the most part, and all the dark sect martial artists came to their senses, their expressions were a little dazed, and then they showed a look of joy and fear.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the flag-like banner in Zhou Haosheng's hand with interest.

The Dark Sect did not have a top-grade holy soldier to suppress the mountain gate, but a medium-grade holy soldier ghost brocade banner was of outstanding quality, and it was also a treasure, and it was always mastered by the sect master.

The black banner in front of me is supposed to be a ghost brocade flag.

Zhou Haosheng looked back at Yan Zhaoge at this time, and when he saw Yan Zhaoge's clear eyes, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

In addition to the two great masters of Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu, among the people present, the person with the lowest cultivation realm was the Martial Saint Yizhong, Yan Zhaoge in the early stage of the conjunction.

Yan Zhaoge's personal strength is amazing, far surpassing the vast majority of martial artists in the same realm, which is now gradually affirmed by everyone.

But being in the tomb of Emperor Youming, it seemed so relaxed, which still surprised Zhou Haosheng and others.

"This young man is even more elusive than I had in my previous impressions...... Zhou Haosheng thought as he opened the ghost flag.

Under the dark black light, Yan Zhaoge was also protected.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and nodded, and acted with everyone.

The further he went, the stronger the power of the forbidden assimilation became, and later, Zhou Haosheng Martial Saint Sixfold, seeing the cultivation of the peak of the Martial Saint in the late stage of the Divine Stage, and the combination of the Ghost Soul Banner of the Middle Grade Saint Soldier, gradually became unable to resist.

Even Zhou Haosheng faintly felt in a trance.

Fortunately, the fragments and treasures related to the Tomb of Emperor Youming in everyone's hands continued to play a role at this moment.

With the glorious blessing of the fragmented treasures, it helped everyone share a considerable part of the pressure, so that Yan Zhaoge, Zhou Haosheng and his party could continue to go deep into the emperor's tomb.

When everyone came to the bottom of the mausoleum, they saw a stream of dim light, like chains, gathered in the center of the tomb.

There, a huge sarcophagus is suspended!

But what stunned everyone was that the lid of the sarcophagus was opened, and from a distance, there was no one's body in the sarcophagus!

Zhou Haosheng and the others looked at this scene blankly, and couldn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge was also surprised: "Could it be that the Emperor Youming is not dead? All these things back then were just an illusion to cover people's ears?"

"Or, like the sun and the sun, he played a trick of the golden cicada shedding its shell and Li Dai Tao stiff?"

Yan Zhaoge's gaze became dark: "No...... right"

The sarcophagus was used, and it was opened later, and it was not prepared by Yin Tianxia and not used.

The burial chamber was filled with twilight and death.

Such a majestic breath of death shows that there was indeed an extremely powerful existence buried here.

So, is it the Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia who was resurrected many years after his death and left here?

Or did someone open the coffin and remove Yin Tianxia's bones?

Either way, it makes people feel like their hair is upside down, and a chill rises rapidly from the tail vertebrae.

Zhou Haosheng and the others' expressions kept changing, not only happy that the Emperor Yin Tianxia might still be alive, but also worried about the mysterious disappearance of the patriarch's corpse.

In particular, how those who entered the imperial tomb and turned into puppets before came in has always been a mystery.

In this case, looking at the empty sarcophagus at the moment, it is inevitable that people will not feel optimistic.

When everyone looked closely, they saw a lone lamp placed on the sarcophagus.

The lamp body is half black and half white, but the black and white are clearly distinguished, without the slightest impurity, but the combination is flawless, natural, without any artificial traces.

The lights have long since been extinguished, but there is a light that connects the surrounding of the tomb.

There was a dark sect martial artist who changed color, and he exhaled in a low voice: "Dark Bright Lamp!"

When Yan Zhaoge heard this, his eyes froze.

The lantern of the dark light, the legendary Emperor Yin Tianxia carried the treasure of the past years, the high-grade holy soldier, disappeared with himself.

For so many years, everyone has been speculating that the Youming Lantern was buried in the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum with Yin Tianxia.

This time I came to explore the tomb of the Youming Emperor, and the Youming lantern is the main goal!

Now it seems that this faint lamp has also been greatly damaged.

However, it is still a treasure, there is no doubt about it.

Zhou Haosheng looked at the ghostly lantern, and after saluting, he stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the half-black, half-white ancient lamp. (To be continued.) )