Chapter 708

When the glory is gone, Yan Zhaoge looks at the world in front of him.

Now the world in which all people are living is a bit strange, with the distant horizon as the boundary, black and white.

Under the feet of the earth, flashing the vast brilliance, people can not see the truth.

Overhead, the sky is a dark, even if there is light from the ground below, it is still dark.

Between heaven and earth can be seen a light flow composed of runes, like a chain, together with the darkness above and the brilliance below.

Around those Rune chains, dark and unclear breath hovers, forming a layer of barrier, as if the road gossamer.

Yan Zhaoge knew that it was a secret law prohibition again and again, protecting the tomb of Youming emperor and preventing outsiders from entering.

Looking around, there is a huge mausoleum in front of us, standing there quietly. The peripheral prohibition is to protect here.

His party, because of the treasures on hand, directly crossed most of the prohibitions on the periphery and came to the mausoleum itself.

From the outside, the mausoleum of Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming, is like a grand altar.

The surface of the altar is shining, but it is not bright, but gives a dark feeling.

The dark sky and the bright earth seem to merge together to build this magnificent building.

On the surface of the altar, you can see the inscription emerging, as if it condensed the time of the years.

Zhou Haosheng and others, Qi Qi, bowed down to the tomb of the Youming emperor and praised it in silence.

A group of powerful people in the realm of martial arts, at this time, their voices are even slightly shaking, and their feelings are hard to control.

Yan Zhaoge understood this, and the person sleeping here is one of the most important figures in the whole history of Youming holy religion. Sometimes, the word "one" can even be removed.

Apart from the founder of Youming, no one can compare with Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming.

Whether it's personal strength or the overall honor of Youming saints, Yin Tianxia is undoubtedly the first person in history, surpassing all ancestors.

A great disillusionment, countless inheritance of Taoism withered, but Youming saints led by Yin Tianxia to an unprecedented peak.

In the past, the more brilliant, now in the lonely low tide, the darker the martial artists, the more revered and yearned for that era.

Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and a Hu all solemnly salute the mausoleum.

Entering the former mausoleum, it is possible to obtain treasures from it, which is the proper meaning.

Zhou Haosheng and others looked back at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge can see that they are not very happy to enter the tomb of Youming emperor by those who are not the inheritors of Youming church.

At this time, it seems that due to the proximity of Yan Zhaoge and other people, there is a sound in the mausoleum.

Zhou Haosheng's face changed a little. He could not care about Yan Zhaoge and others any more. He quickly turned to look at it.

On the altar like mausoleum, there were several lights and shadows.

These lights and shadows gradually turned into human shapes, half black and half hundred, crisscrossing light and shade, which was a bit weird.

Yan Zhaoge and his three people also looked carefully and found that all of them had dull eyes, expressionless faces and no vitality, just like puppets.

However, from these strange figures, there are vigorous Qi and blood of the warrior.

This shows that they are actually warriors, but they seem to have lost their wits.

"The ghost guarding the mausoleum? You Ming didn't let people die. " Yan Zhaoge looked at it, and his expression gradually became strange: "is it because someone had entered the mausoleum and tried to find treasure, and died under the tomb guarding system, but he was bound and enslaved? But... "

However, if they are used to guard the mausoleum, their accomplishments are somewhat low.

Yan Zhaoge glanced over and saw about a dozen figures in front of him, only one of them was a martial saint, and the rest were all great masters.

Normally, such a force is not weak. At least one side of the upper boundary can be occupied and developed. When the lower boundary is reached, it is even a hegemon.

But where is this? This is the place where Yin Tianxia, the emperor of Youming, buried his bones.

Yin Tianxia has been dead for many years. The power of his mausoleum's prohibition can easily shut the two lords out.

It's a cold joke to say that these people are guarding the mausoleum for Yin Tianxia.

So the problem is that the two lords failed to break in. How did these people enter the imperial mausoleum?

Zhou Haosheng went to the imperial mausoleum without saying a word.

All the other dark sects followed.

The present situation shows that some people have come to the fore. It is not important for these people who have become puppets. What is important is that they can come here, which shows that most of them are led by stronger people.

Those people may not have been made into puppets. They may have gone deep into the imperial mausoleum and obtained gains.

Yan Zhaoge shrugs at Zhou Haosheng's back. No one knows how long ago the first mover arrived. He may have left long after he made a fortune.

It's just that there's no need to stimulate Zhou Haosheng. A group of dark martial artists are already depressed to the edge of the outbreak.

Ah Hu whispered, "young man, it's the first place for people to come here. Maybe it's already empty. Do we need to take risks to get in?"

"In." Yan Zhaoge leads the way.

He gazed at the tomb of the emperor in front of him. He felt vaguely as if something was attracting him.

As soon as they were near the altar like mausoleum, the puppets took the initiative to meet them.

Yan Zhaoge paid attention to their posture and frowned slightly.

Because he found that the martial arts of these martial artists, regardless of their cultivation level, were very advanced.

It is similar to shenglingzi's time flowing lightsaber, and even stronger than the martial arts inherited by the great xuandynasty, youdarkzong and Beihai sword Pavilion!

Yan Zhaoge looked carefully. One of them, who had been cultivating at the level of a great master before his death, seemed to have learned the martial arts of the authentic yin-yang heavenly script!

"I'm afraid the origins of these people are unusual." Yan Zhaoge narrowed her eyes a little.

Looking at these puppets, Zhou Haosheng took a deep breath with a gloomy face: "the emperor is on the top, please forgive my disciples for being rude."

There was a big gap between the two sides. He swept them out with a slap, and the puppets were all broken.

Zhou Haosheng took the lead in entering the mausoleum.

Yan Zhaoge and other dark martial artists also entered the mausoleum.

When I really set foot in 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.

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

Feng Yunsheng and a Hu have low accomplishments, and they are the first to respond.

Yan Zhaoge noticed that ah Hu's eyes gradually became dull, but he had no idea.

And the awe inspiring sun sabre, which is slanted behind the Fengyun Sheng, is out of its sheath.

When Feng Yunsheng herself was a little shocked, her pupils suddenly lit up a blue light, like two rounds of sun.