When the brilliance dissipated, Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at the world in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Now the world where everyone is located is a little weird, with the distant horizon as the boundary, black and white.

The ground under his feet flashed with boundless light, making it impossible to see the truth in it.

Overhead, the sky was dark, and even though the earth below was shining upwards, it was still pitch black.

Between heaven and earth, a stream of light composed of runes could be seen, like chains, along with the darkness above and the light below.

Surrounding those runic chains, the obscure aura swirled, forming layer after layer of barriers, as if the light veil of the Dao.

Yan Zhaoge knew that it was one secret prohibition after another, protecting the tomb of Emperor Youming and preventing outsiders from entering.

Turning his head, he saw a huge mausoleum in front of him, standing there quietly, and the prohibition on the periphery was to protect this place.

His group, because of the treasures at hand, directly bypassed most of the prohibitions on the periphery and came directly to the vicinity of the mausoleum itself.

From the periphery, the mausoleum of Emperor Yin Tianxia of Youming is like a grand altar.

The surface of the altar is radiant, but it is not bright, but it gives people a dull feeling.

The dark sky and the bright earth seem to converge and merge to form this majestic building.

On the surface of the altar, you can see the inscriptions emerging, as if condensing the time.

Zhou Haosheng and the others bowed down to the tomb of Emperor Youming, and praised silently in their mouths.

A group of powerhouses in the Martial Saint Realm, at this time, their voices were even trembling slightly, and their feelings were difficult to control.

Yan Zhaoge understood this, the person who slept here was one of the most important figures in the entire history of the Youming Holy Sect, and sometimes, even the word "one" could be removed.

Within the Youming Holy Sect, except for the founding patriarch, I am afraid that no one can compare with Yin Tianxia, the emperor of Youming.

And whether it is his personal strength or the overall honor of the Youming Holy Sect during his reign, Yin Tianxia is undoubtedly the first person in history, surpassing all his ancestors.

There was a great ruin, countless inheritance Dao systems withered, but the Youming Holy Sect reached an unprecedented peak under the leadership of Yin Tianxia.

The more glorious the past, the more reverent and yearning the Dark Sect martial artists in the lonely low tide are now in that era.

Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu, when they entered here, also solemnly bowed to the mausoleum.

Entering the mausoleum of the predecessors, it is possible to get the opportunity to obtain treasures from it, which is all due righteousness.

Zhou Haosheng and the others looked back at Yan Zhaoge deeply.

Yan Zhaoge could see that they were actually not very happy that people outside the Youming Holy Sect inheritance would enter the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum.

At this time, it seemed that because of the proximity of Yan Zhaoge and others, there was actually a sound in the mausoleum.

Zhou Haosheng's face changed slightly, and he couldn't care about Yan Zhaoge and the others anymore, so he hurriedly turned his head to look.

I saw that on the altar-like mausoleum, there were several lights and shadows.

These lights and shadows gradually turned into human shapes, and their bodies were half black and half hundred, intertwined with light and dark, revealing a bit of weirdness.

Yan Zhaoge and the three of them also looked carefully, and found that these people were all dull-eyed, expressionless, and looked completely lifeless, like puppets.

But from these strange figures, there is a strong martial artist's blood.

This shows that they are actually warriors, but they are like living dead people who have lost their minds.

"The ghost guarding the mausoleum? Emperor Youming didn't let people be martyred back then. Yan Zhaoge looked at it, and his expression gradually became strange: "Could it be that someone entered the mausoleum before, trying to hunt for treasure, but died under the prohibition of guarding the tomb, and he was bound and enslaved......?"

However, if it is said that it is used to guard the mausoleum, their cultivation is inevitably a little low.

Yan Zhaoge's gaze swept over, and he saw that there were about a dozen figures in front of him, only one of them was a martial saint, and the rest were great grandmaster martial artists.

Normally, such a force is not weak, and it can at least occupy one side of the realm to develop in the upper realm, and when it comes to the lower realm, it will be even more of a hegemon.

But what kind of place is this? This is the burial place of Yin Tianxia, the Emperor of Youming.

Yin Tianxia has been dead for many years, and the power of his mausoleum prohibition can easily keep the two supremes out.

To say that these people in front of him are guarding the tomb of Yin Tianxia, it is really a cold joke.

So the question is, the two supremes failed to break in, how did these people in front of them enter the emperor's tomb back then?

Zhou Haosheng's face was pale, and without saying a word, he walked towards the emperor's mausoleum.

The other powerhouses of the Dark Sect followed closely behind.

The situation in front of us shows that some people have already taken the lead, and it is not important that these people in front of them who have become puppets are important, the important thing is that they can enter here, which means that most of them are led by stronger people.

Those people may not have been refined into puppets, and they may have gone deep into the emperor's tomb and reaped the harvest.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the backs of Zhou Haosheng and the others and shrugged, no one knew how long ago the people who had taken the lead had arrived, maybe they had already left after making a lot of money.

It's just that there is no need to use these words to stimulate Zhou Haosheng and them, and the martial artists of the Dark Sect are already depressed to the verge of breaking out.

Ah Hu whispered and said, "Childe, this place has been taken first, maybe it has been emptied, is it necessary for us to venture in?"

"Enter. Yan Zhaoge took the lead to follow.

He stared at the tomb of the Youming Emperor in front of him, and vaguely felt that something seemed to attract him.

As soon as everyone approached the altar-like mausoleum, the puppets took the initiative to greet them.

Yan Zhaoge watched their posture attentively, and immediately frowned slightly.

Because he found that these martial artists cultivated to the realm and didn't care about it first, the martial arts they displayed were clearly extremely profound.

It is roughly similar to the years of the Streamer Sword inherited by the Ascending Spirit Son, and it is even stronger than the martial arts inherited by the forces of the Great Xuan Dynasty, the Dark Sect, and the Beihai Sword Pavilion!

Yan Zhaoge looked carefully, one of them was a martial artist who had cultivated to the level of an extraordinary great master during his lifetime, and the martial arts he practiced seemed to be an authentic Yin Yang Heavenly Book lineage!

"These people, I'm afraid their origins are not ordinary. Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Haosheng looked at these puppets, his face was gloomy, and he took a deep breath: "The emperor is above, please forgive the disciple for being rude." ”

The gap between the realm cultivation of the two sides was too big, and he swept it out with a slap, and those puppets were all shattered at once.

Zhou Haosheng took the lead and entered the mausoleum.

Yan Zhao Ge and other Dark Sect martial artists also entered the mausoleum.

When I really stepped into it, I didn't feel any power barrier, and it didn't seem to trigger other tomb guarding prohibitions.

But Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt extremely dangerous in his heart.

Walking in the mausoleum, the dim light is everywhere, and the road seems to have no end.

Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu's cultivation was low, and they were the first to react.

Yan Zhaoge noticed that Ah Hu's gaze gradually became dull, but he himself was unaware.

And the Sun Divine Knife that straddled diagonally behind Feng Yunsheng suddenly came out of its sheath.

When Feng Yunsheng herself was slightly stunned, her eyes suddenly lit up with a faint blue brilliance, like two rounds of cold sun. (To be continued.) )