This time, Yan Zhaoge felt it even more intensely. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After careful discernment, he realized that it was not himself who was attracted, but the Dragon Palace!

This made Yan Zhaoge's heart move: "What attracts the Dragon Palace......

The turbulence of time and space drifted, and in an instant, everyone scattered their things.

Yan Zhaoge looked back in the direction of the sarcophagus and the lantern, and saw that Zhou Haosheng was still trying to get close to the lantern.

But the tomb seemed to decompose, scattered in the void, and even the surrounding Youming Emperor's Mausoleum seemed to have turned into nothingness.

In the dark void, a stream of dim light emerged again.

Yan Zhaoge knew that this was because the mausoleum built for himself by Emperor Yin Tianxia of Youming was unpredictable and could change between the virtual and the real.

Sometimes it is like a huge mausoleum made of tangible and qualitative materials, but the whole mausoleum can be turned into an ethereal existence.

The switch between the two can be switched back and forth, and the switch of change may be on that faint light.

Zhou Haosheng and the Dark Venerable beside him were still working hard, trying to get close to the Dark Light.

Yan Zhaoge stabilized his body, but only saw the changes in the space in front of him, and he could clearly feel that in different spaces, the speed of time seemed to be different, some fast and some slow.

This makes the turbulence of time and space in front of you even more chaotic, forming a complex sense of distortion.

Yan Zhao Ge summoned out the Dragon Palace, floating in the turbulence of time and space, and the huge hall suddenly shook violently.

This time, the shock of the Dragon Hall was extremely strong, as if it would fall apart at any time.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge did not suppress the changes in the Qunlong Palace, but waited quietly and let the Qunlong Palace move by itself.

In the darkness, there seemed to be some kind of existence pulling the Dragon Palace, advancing towards the depths of the void step by step.

There was a sudden flash of light in front of him, and in the light, the flow of light and the illusory dust converged.

The ethereal existence began to transform into an entity again, and gradually reappeared in the tomb of the Youming Emperor.

The ground under Yan Zhaoge's feet was re-solidified, and the walls of the tomb appeared around it.

In front of me, there is a closed stone door.

When I turned around, it was dark and dark, and I couldn't see Zhou Haosheng and the others, nor could I see the ghostly light.

"After the transformation of the void and reality, are the people scattered in different time and space also in different places in the mausoleum?" Yan Zhaoge frowned: "But this change also seems to have affected the void outside the mausoleum, and it is the guardian prohibition of the entire imperial mausoleum that is at work, I wonder if it will bring the people of the Bright Sect in?"

Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge knew that it was useless to think too much, and returned his attention to the stone gate in front of him.

After the dragon hall shrunk, it was clinging to the stone gate, and it was still shaking.

And the closed stone gate even began to turmoil at this moment.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the stone gate, and saw that the surface of the stone gate appeared with road lines, exuding colorful brilliance.

This colorful brilliance combined with the dim light in the emperor's mausoleum, it seemed that they were indistinguishable from each other, refining and becoming one.

But each contains a different artistic conception, compared to the ubiquitous dim brilliance in the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum, this colorful brilliance, Yan Zhaoge is even more familiar.

Seeing this brilliance, and then looking at the mysterious runes on the surface of the stone gate, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself: "Sure enough, it is the ruins of the Heavenly Court Divine Palace......"

This stone gate is clearly related to the Heavenly Court Divine Palace before the great destruction of the past.

Yan Zhao Ge's group of dragon halls is made of the corpses of the dragons, and the original framework is a low-grade holy soldier, the Nine Dragons Finger.

But the main beams and pillars at the core of the main hall are all the remains of the Heavenly Court Divine Palace in the past.

The closed division gate in front of him is actually similar to the pillars and girders of the Divine Palace.

Yan Zhaoge carefully comprehended the artistic conception of the truth, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the surface of the stone door.

The vision changes, as if the record is engraved through the ages, and the figure of one person after another flashes like a marquee.

The final freeze frame is a majestic man, dressed in black, wearing a white robe, black hair and white eyebrows, sitting in the void with his eyes closed.

A large number of fragments of the wreckage of the building flew into the air, gathered around him, and slowly built into a huge building, like a palace and an altar.

"This is the scene of the completion of the tomb of the Youming Emperor after the fall of Emperor Yin Tianxia. Yan Zhaoge's pupils shrank slightly: "That's ......"

The scene he saw clearly saw a gate made of white jade, which was sealed in the center of the emperor's mausoleum together with Yin Tianxia's body.

With this as the core, other materials gradually make up the majestic and magnificent mausoleum of today.

Yan Zhaoge's vision returned to normal, looked at the closed stone gate, and said in his heart: "That white jade gate, is it your true face?

After thinking about it carefully, Yan Zhaoge felt that behind the stone gate, there should be another exotic space.

After pondering for a while, Yan Zhao Ge put his other hand on the Dragon Palace.

Feng Yunsheng, Ah Hu, Pan Pan and the clones of the North Underworld all jumped out of the hall, and the Dragon Hall gradually changed its appearance and turned into a light dragon.

The surface of this light dragon's body also flashed with the same colorful brilliance as the gate.

Under the drive of Yan Zhaoge, the light dragon began to gradually integrate into the gate.

Time passed slowly, and just as the closed stone door began to loosen a little, the tomb suddenly shook again.

The dim light became bright and dazzling together, and Yan Zhaoge was startled: "Is this someone moving the ghost lamp again?"

In the next moment, all the light disappeared, and boundless darkness shrouded it.

The Tomb of Emperor Youming once again turned into a void, turning into a chaotic void.

Yan Zhaoge took Feng Yunsheng and the others and clinged to the stone gate, and sure enough, the stone gate did not change.

Under the operation of the Wuji Heavenly Book, the darkness in front of him could not block Yan Zhaoge's sight, and he looked around, and suddenly saw in the distance, a lone lamp was still standing on the opened sarcophagus, floating in the turbulence of time and space.

In the dark void, a stream of dim light emerged again.

And near the sarcophagus, two powerhouses are starting a fierce battle!

A man dressed in white, rolling in darkness.

One was dressed in black, and his gestures shone brightly.

One is Zhou Haosheng, the sect leader of the Dark Sect, and the other is his sworn enemy, the sect master of the Bright Sect, Luo Zhitao!

With the others, the previous mutation was not enough for them to pass through the outer prohibition and directly enter the interior of the Imperial Tomb.

But in the hands of Luo Zhitao's strong men of the Guangming Sect, there are also quite a lot of inheritance treasures.

As a result, the lantern caused changes in the mausoleum, but it cheapened them in vain.

The Dark Sect's lead was wiped out by half.

Zhou Haosheng's expression was calm, he didn't take the initiative to plan the dark light, he blindly waited, and in the end, he could only sit and watch Luo Zhitao and others catch up, and he could only say that the Bright Sect and the Dark Sect were destined to be entangled.

At least now, the Bright Lantern has been partially refined by him, and he is still half a step ahead!

Luo Zhitao and Zhou Haosheng looked at each other, did not answer, and started directly.

At this point, there is no need for any language.

Yan Zhao Ge looked far away, and when he glanced around, he saw scattered all over the void, and the other powerhouses of the Dark Sect and the Bright Sect were all struggling to get rid of the turbulence of time and space and approach the Bright Light. (To be continued.) )