The stone door behind Yan Zhaoge opened, and the dim and radiant void in front of him suddenly began to solidify again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Luo Zhitao, Zhou Haosheng and others in the distance, and Guo Song, who was about to attack him nearby, all disappeared.

The tomb of Emperor Youming reappeared, and the solid floor and the walls and roof of the tomb road appeared in front of Yan Zhaoge's eyes.

But soon, only in the next moment, the mausoleum disintegrated again, turning into invisible dust, diffusing and dispersing, and evolving into a void.

"Where to run?" In the distant void, Luo Zhitao held a ghostly lamp in his hand, his eyes cold.

The surface of the lamp is full of bright runes, and it seems that the lights are about to be lit again.

Yan Zhaoge was not in a hurry, and slapped his palm the stone door.

Inside the open door, a strange stream of air suddenly erupted.

The already dim light in the void suddenly dimmed even more, and even the ghostly lamp vibrated slightly.

The chaotic turbulence of time and space disappeared again, and it was re-transformed into the internal structure of the Tomb of the Youming Emperor.

Guo Song slammed his palm on the wall of the mausoleum road.

He frowned and looked at all this, but he didn't know where Yan Zhaoge was.

Everyone is still in the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum, but they are in different time and space, and after the void turns into the Emperor's Mausoleum, they are located in different locations of the Emperor's Mausoleum.

A moment ago, it was in sight, but now there is no way to find it, and the intricate passages of the tomb make it difficult to discern the direction.

The martial artists of the Light Sect and the Dark Sect also dispersed in an instant, and only those who were fighting in the same time and space were still facing each other at the moment.

Luo Zhitao only had Zhou Haosheng and the Dark Venerable left in front of him.

He didn't pay attention to Zhou Haosheng, but frowned and looked at the ghost lamp in his hand and the mausoleum that reappeared.

Finally, Luo Zhitao's gaze fell on the sarcophagus where the lantern was placed.

Looking at the empty sarcophagus, his eyes were condensed: "Is the emperor really dead? where is that gate in the emperor's mausoleum, and what is behind it?"

Zhou Haosheng's expression was cloudy, and he also felt confused about the sudden changes in front of him.

In the end, Luo Zhitao's gaze converged and lowered his eyelids.

The glowing runes on the lamp kept surging and spreading rapidly.

Luo Zhitao made every effort to refine the Hidden Lamp, and wanted to completely bring this treasure into his own control, and settle in his pocket.

In the depths of the mausoleum, Yan Zhaoge looked at the passage of the tomb that reappeared in front of him, and while breathing a sigh of relief, he was also more curious about the door behind him.

The threat of Luo Zhitao, Guo Song and others has been lifted for the time being, but the crisis is still there.

Allowing Luo Zhitao and the Guangming Sect to get the light lamp made the strength of the Guangming Sect soar, which was naturally not the result of Yan Zhao Gele's opinion.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Zhaoge stepped into the open stone door.

Entering the stone door, the tomb can be seen everywhere, and the dim light that deceives people's minds is gone.

In front of him was an empty and exotic space, pitch black, only in the distance, a little light could be seen, bright and pure.

Yan Zhao Ge carefully felt the flow of aura in this exotic space, and after a moment, his expression became serious.

This exotic space is like reproducing the changes of the universe, everything is in primordial darkness, until the first light is born.

And after the first bit of light is born, time seems to freeze in this moment, and it does not continue to change.

Everything retains that first moment, and the passage of time seems to have lost its own meaning, mysterious and mysterious.

Yan Zhao Ge approached the first bit of light, but the dark cosmic void seemed to be boundless, no matter how long Yan Zhao Ge walked, that bit of light still seemed to be far away, and he didn't get close at all.

It felt like I was standing still.

Looking at the unreachable bit of light, Yan Zhaoge's gaze began to become deep, and he silently moved the Heavenly Book Xuangong.

Dao Dao was like a chaotic air current, silently spreading around Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhao Ge moved forward again, this time, the dark void finally regained a sense of distance, Yan Zhao Ge could distinguish with the naked eye, and he was gradually getting closer to that little light.

Finally came to the center of this exotic space, and the little bit of brilliance that I saw at first was still as subtle as corn.

Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hand, and the chaotic air flow around him infected this corn-like brilliance.

The light became no longer graceful, but Yan Zhaoge could already see that in the small light like corn dust, there was actually a different world hidden.

Under that light was an altar.

Although it may seem small, it gives the viewer a sense of grandeur.

Yan Zhaoge even felt that this altar was even more magnificent than the entire Youming Emperor's Mausoleum.

"The question is, how do you get in?" Yan Zhaoge examined carefully, constantly pondering in his heart.

He stretched out his fingers, and his fingertips touched the dusty brilliance, the brilliance was like a point, but Yan Zhaoge seemed to be touching an independent world.

The power of the realm is like a tangible thing, blocking Yan Zhao Ge.

But this time, Yan Zhao Ge felt unusual, the power and artistic conception contained in that brilliance was not just the inheritance of the Youming Holy Sect.

There is also an aura of power that makes Yan Zhaoge feel familiar, and it is also mixed in.

His expression became slightly strange: "How is this a bit like the artistic conception of the power of the Heavenly Book, and the comprehension of the classics is like the handwriting of my legendary mother?"

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his finger and gestured in the void while recalling the communication with his father Yan Di.

His true essence turned into a stream of light, writing in the air, leaving a mark, and soon constructing a unique rune.

When the runes turn, the mysterious artistic conception is revealed.

Some of the things that Yan Di taught at the beginning that were similar to code words were contained in it.

In the current scenario, some of these things are useless, but some are starting to work.

The runes shrank, becoming finer than dust, and fell towards the altar.

The dusty light finally became larger at this moment, forming a ball of light-like existence, and on the surface of the ball of light, a door opened silently.

Yan Zhaoge was amazed.

Could it be that the person who advanced through the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum first was the first day of the snow?

Why did she enter the Tomb of Emperor Youming?

According to her original cultivation, even if she made rapid progress, the chances were relatively small, unless she lived in a world where time flowed faster for many years.

Or, she had other special methods, but there was no indication that she was related to the Shadow Divine Sect.

While pondering, Yan Zhaoge entered the world inside the ball of light.

The imposing altar stood in the middle of the void, as if filling the four heavens and the earth.

On the top of the altar, there is a bright light, flickering light and dark, alternating changes.

And at the foot of the altar, a lot of things are piled up.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at it, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Good guy, this time it's developed." ”

As far as the eye can see, all kinds of precious resources and rare treasures are piled up under the altar.

In the past, the Youming Holy Sect was very prosperous and rich.

Although the most important ghost lantern is not here, the Emperor Yin Tianxia is only buried with some treasures, which is already breathtaking.

However, Yan Zhaoge was more interested in the existence on the top of the altar.

And...... Is there anyone else here? (To be continued.) )