Seven Hundred and Three. Tomb of Emperor Youming

Yan Zhaoge sat opposite Zhou Haosheng. After a long silence, Zhou Haosheng asked, "Could it be that Yan got a treasure related to the past emperor and the holy religion?"

"I'm not sure either." Yan Zhaoge said truthfully, "This is what Yan got from someone else in the past, and the original owner of the treasure was hunted down by Guangmingzong."

When Zhou Haosheng heard this, a pair of long snow-white eyebrows raised slightly.

Yan Zhaoge continued: "Afterwards, I figured it out and felt that this thing should indeed be related to Emperor Youming and the Holy Cult of Youming in the past."

Zhou Haosheng was silent again, Yan Zhaoge looked at him calmly.

After a while, Zhou Haosheng said slowly: "Actually, I don't know the truth about the emperor's fall."

After a pause, he added: "Except for the emperor, most of the core senior officials of the Holy Cult at that time also withered together, and there were very few people who knew about it."

Yan Zhaoge frowned.

Among the powerhouses that emerged after the Great Destruction, Yin Tianxia, ​​the Great Emperor Youming, can be regarded as one of the top figures.

His demise had a great impact, but even the members of the Youming Sacred Cult didn't know the details and truth, who was the enemy?

"Will the Three Sovereigns make a move? Or will other figures with the title of emperor besiege?" Yan Zhaoge asked straightforwardly.

Zhou Haosheng's voice was much lower: "The ancestors of all generations have guessed in their hearts, but they still don't get the point. There are many things that we are powerless to explore."

His eyes were gloomy, and the scene passed down from old to old appeared in his mind.

At that time, it was still the time when Youming Sacred Cult was at its peak, Youming Great Emperor Yin Tianxia led all the powerhouses under his command to leave the main altar, and it was rumored that it was an expedition to a foreign land.

Everything seems very ordinary, who knows that it will never return.

The left-behind high-level bosses in the Youming Sacred Church tried to contact, but there was no news.

Until a certain day, Youming Great Emperor Yin Tianxia returned to the main altar of Youming Holy Cult alone, and died on the same day.

Before he died, the disciples in the Jiaozhong asked the reason, Yin Tianxia kept silent, and wrote a strange rune in the void.

After his fall, the rune expanded into a black hole, sucking his body in.

The buildings of the Youming Holy Cult General Altar collapsed on a large scale, and the fragments surrounded the runes and Yin Tianxia's body to form a huge mausoleum.

The mausoleum finally disappeared in the depths of the black hole. The black hole turned and changed, turned into a stream of light and shot straight into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

In the empty world, words appeared, saying: "Scatter each other."

Everyone in the sect is at a loss, but they also know that their own Netherworld Sacred Cult has encountered a catastrophe this time.

Since then, the Youming Holy Cult, which was also famous before the Great Destruction, and even more impressive in the Upper Realm after the Great Destruction, has gradually declined.

During the rise of the Youming Sacred Cult, they also forged many enemies. When they were weak, the wall was overthrown by everyone, so it became weaker and weaker.

Until finally the light and darkness split, and one giant disappeared in thin air.

Yan Zhaoge pondered and asked: "Expedition to foreign lands... Jiuyou?"

Zhou Haosheng shook his head: "I don't know the details."

He looked at Yan Zhaoge: "The whereabouts of the emperor's body and all possible treasures are unknown. Since then, among us descendants, there has been a legend, the legend about the Tomb of Emperor Youming."

Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips: "Sect Master Zhou meant that the item in Yan's hands is related to the Tomb of Emperor Youming?"

"The old man thinks so." Zhou Haosheng said slowly: "The emperor passed away and left no relics. If I must say it, when the emperor's mausoleum was built, some fragments were scattered, perhaps the only ones related to the emperor himself. Treasure."

Yan Zhaoge nodded slightly, took out the half black and half white metal fragment, put it on the table, and slowly pushed it towards Zhou Haosheng.

Zhou Haosheng's eyes suddenly burst into astonishing brilliance.

He didn't reach out to take it, but his eyes became condensed and solid, staring at the metal fragment.

In his pupils, there was a dim but condensed and majestic brilliance flickering slightly, which became fainter and fainter, and finally turned into a deep and quiet darkness.

On metal shards, a spectacle emerges, white half,

It became incomparably dim, but the black half radiated bright brilliance.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge nodded secretly inwardly. A strong man at Zhou Haosheng's level of cultivation really possesses great power in every gesture.

The half-black and half-white metal fragments kept shaking, and around it, a small area of ​​space around it was about to collapse.

Both Yan Zhaoge and Zhou Haosheng lifted their spirits: "Look at this appearance, it's really weird."

After Zhou Haosheng pondered for a while, he raised his eyes to look at Yan Zhaoge, his eyes showed a look of searching.

Yan Zhaoge nodded slightly, indicating that he could let go of it.

Zhou Haosheng immediately stretched out a finger, and lightly tapped on the metal shard, and an unusual brilliance was reflected on the metal shard.

The nearby space completely collapsed, forming a small black spot, from which came a terrifying suction force, vaguely like a crack in the void.

Zhou Haosheng stabilized it with his hand, and then took out something from his miniature pouch.

Yan Zhaoge looked intently, it was clearly a piece of roof tiles, the whole body was pure black, without a drop of luster, as if it contained a mysterious aura of power.

It's just that this black tile is broken.

Thinking of what Zhou Haosheng just mentioned, Yan Zhaoge knew that this should be the debris left over from the construction of the mausoleum by Yin Tianxia, ​​the Great Emperor Youming, after his death.

When the metal fragments met the incomplete black tile, the two sides shook together, and the surrounding space became more unstable.

Seeing this, Zhou Haosheng took out two more things, one was wood and the other was stone, which were clearly similar in nature to black tiles.

Before these things gathered together, there was no reaction, but now gathered around the half-black and half-white metal fragments, they all vibrated and emitted a mysterious light.

Zhou Haosheng's brows stretched out, and a smile appeared on his face.

Yan Zhaoge observed carefully for a moment: "Just like this, it seems that it is not enough to determine the location of Emperor Youming's tomb?"

Zhou Haosheng smiled and said: "We have already seized the opportunity, far ahead of those rebels of the Guangming Sect."

Yan Zhaoge also laughed: "This is indeed good news."

In the dark void, rays of brilliance circulated, as if they were guiding people in the direction.

Among them, the space changes, Zhou Haosheng remembered it in his heart, and Yan Zhaoge also remembered it.

Zhou Haosheng woke up, looked at Yan Zhaoge, and couldn't help laughing suddenly.

Although they are mortal enemies, both the Guangming Sect and the Dark Sect consider themselves the most orthodox descendants of the Nether Sect.

For the remnants of the Youming Sacred Religion in the past, the Youan Sect has always considered itself to be the most reasonable heir.

Not to mention the Tomb of Emperor Youming, the Youan Sect definitely wants to monopolize such an existence.

Although the current friendship with Yan Zhaoge is good, for the Youan Sect, they are more willing to compensate Yan Zhaoge in other ways, but they don't want to share the Tomb of Emperor Youming.

The old man in white sighed, suddenly a little worried. (To be continued.) uFor more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading institute