Yan Zhaoge saw that she looked delicate, and she didn't care, so she let her pull her sleeve. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing Xiao Ai's words, Yan Zhaoge looked in the direction of her finger, and saw that above the altar, the light was shining, flickering and dimming.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the altar and didn't move: "Xiao Ai, do you know that the sarcophagus in the tomb where the bones of Emperor Youming is buried is empty?"

Xiao Ai nodded dryly: "I know!"

She continued to point her finger to the top of the altar: "Emperor Youming, it's right up there." ”

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xiao Ai with some surprise: "Did he not die at all, or did he come back to life after death?"

Xiao Ai shook her head this time: "The girl said that the Emperor Youming has indeed fallen, but he secretly arranged the mechanism during his lifetime, and launched a magic ritual after his death. ”

His body left the tomb and fell on the altar, and became part of the ritual, and the girl was at that time unclear, and the servant did not understand very well. ”

When Yan Zhaoge heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh, like this?"

Xiao Ai explained: "When the girl went to the altar to see it, she only said that it would take some time before the ritual was completed, so that the maid should not go up and be alarmed. ”

But according to the girl, as long as the light on the top of the altar flashes in a regular rhythm of light and dark, as it is now, it is a sign of the completion of the ritual. ”

After a slight pause, Xiao Ai added: "The girl said that she also helped the handle, so that the ritual can be completed faster, but it is inconvenient for her to stay in this imperial tomb for a long time, she just arranged for the maid to heal and sleep here, and she will come back to wake up the maid when it is convenient for her in the future." ”

Speaking of this, the girl in the white dress looked at Yan Zhaoge with a smile: "Who knows, the maid didn't wait for the girl to come back, but she waited for the young master." ”

Yan Zhaoge asked, "How long have you been staying here?"

Xiao Ai was a little dazed: "The flow of time in the Mausoleum of Emperor Youming is chaotic, and the maid is a little uncertain, but there should be a few years, right?"

"The girl said that I would be able to recover from my injuries in a year, and then I would sleep for a few years. ”

Yan Zhaoge smacked his mouth: "Well, it's hard for you to be young, and you have spent your good years sleeping." ”

Xiao Ai shook her head vigorously, her eyes shining: "How can it be?

She was still concentrating and seriously answering Yan Zhao Ge.

Speaking of this, he couldn't hold back any longer, and his two eyes looked around at the mountain-like treasures around him, and he was excited.

Looking at her appearance, if it weren't for the fact that she was not rude in front of Yan Zhaoge, she would have been eager to fly and pounce.

Yan Zhao Ge supported his forehead.

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Yan Zhao Ge shook his head with a smile, his gaze looked up again, the top of the altar, and was silent in thought.

Xiao Ai reluctantly took her eyes off the mountain of treasures and swallowed her saliva: "Young Master, shall we go up now?"

Yan Zhaoge came back to his senses and stepped forward: "Why not?"

Xiao Ai cheered and hurriedly followed him.

Yan Zhaoge asked casually as he walked, "Do you have a big name?"

"Little love is the name of the servant. Xiao Ai also replied casually: "The maid's father died early, I don't know who my original surname was, I was originally called Xiao Wai, sad Wai." Later, after following the girl, the girl changed it to a little love, a loving love. ”

"The maid wants to follow the girl's surname, and the girl said that her current name should be called Yan Xue Chuqing, so the maid is called Yan Xiaoai. ”

Speaking of this, she peeked at Yan Zhaoge: "That...... Young master, you and your uncle don't object, right?"

Yan Zhaoge smiled: "Of course I don't object, my father probably won't mind." ”

Xiao Ai immediately smiled.

Yan Zhaoge finally stepped on the altar at this time, and the altar shook violently.

The light in the sky above gradually condensed into a figure, which stood proudly in the void, and the amazing momentum rushed towards him!

The world in front of him suddenly became dim at this moment, and the brilliance was extinguished.

Then, in the boundless primordial darkness, a little light suddenly lit up, brilliant and pure.

The thrilling figure, almost reluctant to bow down, stands between light and darkness.

His whole person seemed to be divided into two by an invisible dividing line, half of which reflected the bright light and shone brightly, and the other half melted into the dark and difficult to see.

But when I looked closely, this person's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of dim light, not bright, not dazzling, and foggy.

At first glance, there is a faint hint of chaos.

Although it is only a phantom, the astonishing momentum makes the positive world seem to be in turmoil.

Not only the exotic space behind the stone gate, but even outside the stone gate, the entire Youming Emperor's Mausoleum shook with it, making everyone in the Emperor's Mausoleum shake.

The martial artists of the Bright Sect or the Dark Sect, no matter how high or low their cultivation is, they all feel a panic at this moment.

On the altar, Yan Zhaoge looked at the figure.

He felt as if the figure had its eyes on him, too.

It was a majestic middle-aged man, dressed in black, wearing a white robe, with long black hair falling from behind his back, and two eyebrows that were pure white.

A pair of eyes, black and white, pure, the whites of the eyes seem to radiate immeasurable light, but the black pupils are like an abyss.

The man was actually just standing there quietly, not looking at anyone.

But whether it is Yan Zhaoge or Xiao Ai, there is a feeling in his heart that this person is looking at him.

And the other people in the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum, in a trance, also felt as if a pair of eyes had opened and watched them.

Although it was just light and shadow, Yan Zhaoge could still accurately confirm the identity of the other party.

Emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia!

However, looking at this light and shadow also made Yan Zhaoge finally determine one thing.

This once rampant powerhouse has really fallen.

Otherwise, no one in the mausoleum can bear the power of his "eye".

Just like when Yan Zhaoge glanced at Yin Liuhua, Yin Liuhua was a dead man.

The difference in strength between the two sides is so big that it is unreasonable.

Even though he has fallen, he still brings great pressure and breathtaking.

Xiao Ai's cultivation realm is low, so naturally she can't bear it, but after she snorted, she suddenly stretched out her fingers, wrote and drew in the air, and after a while, she outlined a huge formation.

The array pattern continued to expand in the void, gradually forming a magic circle.

The magic circle appeared, and the pressure brought by the light and shadow of the Emperor of the Void was suddenly relieved.

It is not a defensive formation, the main role is more communication.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge and Xiao Ai seemed to be one with the brilliance on the altar, and they were no longer rejected.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the magic array, and after just one glance, he was quite surprised: "Hmm, such a high formation attainment, this formation should not be controlled by a martial artist of her cultivation level." ”

While thinking, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his fingers, pondered, and fine-tuned the magic circle laid by Xiao Ai in a few places.

The effect of the formation suddenly became more obvious.

The figure in the sky turned into a streamer of light again and fell towards the top of the altar. (To be continued.) )