Ming Mo found that his spiritual sense could not enter Xuanlong's sea of consciousness at all, because a ball of golden light blocked Ming Mo's divine sense from entering Xuanlong's sea of consciousness, and the golden light converged into a mysterious formation, completely sealing Xuanlong's sea of knowledge.

Lingyan Jue, Derivation of Ten Thousand Laws, controlling his spiritual power, Ming Mo carefully integrated into the seal, relying on his attainments in the formation method, constantly melting, consuming the seal, in 100,000 years, the seal has become very weak.

Ming Mo held Xuan Long's hand, his eyes were closed, motionless, the three of Zifeng looked at him in a daze outside, a look of hope flashed on his face, and the phantom of Xing Kai also looked at Ming Mo and Xuan Long with excitement, judging from the golden light on Xuan Long's body, Ming Mo would definitely be able to save her.

It is worthy of being the Xuanxiao Heavenly Emperor, even a small seal is not something that ordinary people can easily break, and there are countless ornaments in it, containing dozens of changes, even the soul that is now scarred by Mingmo feels exhausted.

Half an hour later, the last change of the seal in the sea of Xuanlong's consciousness was untied by Mingmo, the entire seal completely dissipated, and a faint smile finally appeared on Mingmo's face, when the spiritual sense was just about to investigate Xuanlong's sea of knowledge, Mingmo's face suddenly changed, and his spiritual sense was just about to enter Xuanlong's sea of consciousness, and a powerful spiritual force attacked, this spiritual power was majestic and boundless, so that Mingmo had no time to resist at all, and completely crushed this wisp of spiritual consciousness.

Suddenly opened his eyes, Ming Mo looked at the beautiful woman in front of him in shock, and the corners of his mouth suddenly overflowed with a touch of scarlet.

"Brother Mingmo, are you alright?"

Seeing the expression on Ming Mo's face and the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, the three of Zi Feng asked in unison, they didn't understand, how could Ming Mo still be injured when he saved someone.

"I'm fine!"

Ming Mo responded, at this time he was looking at the woman in front of him with burning eyes, because the sleeping woman in front of him had opened her eyes, what kind of eyes are this, the inky eyes are like the night sky, which is dotted with stars, as if to accommodate the entire starry sky, slowly rotating, deep and incomparable. Indifferent, confused, this is the information in her eyes, the starry eyes stared at Ming Mo, silent for a long time, her eyes were very strange, and the feeling could not be described.

"Where is this, and who are you?"

Xuanlong spoke slowly, his voice was crisp and ethereal, as if it could cleanse people's souls, making people listen to it very comfortably, like hearing fairy sounds.

It may be that I have been asleep for too long, and I am not used to being a little jerky when I first speak.

"This is the emperor's tomb, I'm Mingmo!" Looking at the woman in front of her, Mingmo's answer was equally brief, and her expression was calm and indifferent.

"This is the Emperor's Tomb?"

Xuanlong heard the words of the emperor's tomb, the eyes as vast and quiet as the starry sky finally had a trace of fluctuations, some doubts, some puzzled, as if caught in endless memories, muttered to herself, her eyes lit up with dazzling golden light, her body slowly floated up from the coffin, standing in mid-air, so that the old tears of Xingkai on one side, His Royal Highness Xuanlong finally woke up, and he could finally follow the emperor without any regrets.

Xuan Long stood in mid-air, and a powerful and incomparable momentum burst out, making the three of Zi Feng drenched in cold sweat, as if a lonely boat in the sea was so small, sooner or later there was a possibility of subversion, Xuan Long's momentum was too strong for them.

And Ming Mo, the person closest to Xuan Long, was also affected, his body took a few steps back, and he looked at Xuan Long indifferently.

At this time, Xuanlong's white clothes were fluttering, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his black hair was gently fluttering, his face was peerless, his noble temperament was like that of the Nine Heavens Goddess, and his eyes were indifferent, as if everyone in the world was not in his eyes.