Seven Hundred and Seven. Killing Invisibly

When the brilliance faded away, Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at the world in front of him.

The world that everyone is in now is a bit weird, with the distant horizon as the boundary, black and white are distinct.

The ground under the feet is shining with a vast brilliance, which makes people unable to see the truth clearly.

The sky above his head was completely dark, and even if the earth below had light shining upwards, it was still pitch black.

A stream of light composed of runes can be seen between the sky and the earth, like chains, together with the darkness above and the brilliance below.

Surrounding those rune chains, the dark and unclear aura hovered, forming layer after layer of barriers together, like a veil.

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

Turning his head to look, he saw a huge mausoleum in front of him, standing there quietly, and the surrounding restrictions were to protect it.

My group, because of the treasures at hand, directly crossed most of the restrictions on the periphery and came directly to the vicinity of the mausoleum itself.

Seen from the outside, the mausoleum of Yin Tianxia, ​​the Great Emperor Youming, looks like a grand altar.

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

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

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

Zhou Haosheng and others bowed down to Emperor Youming's mausoleum, silently praising.

The voices of a group of strong men in the realm of martial saints were even trembling slightly at this time, and their emotions were hard to control.

Yan Zhaoge expressed his understanding of this, the person sleeping here is one of the most important figures in the entire history of the Youming Sacred Cult, and sometimes, the word "one" can even be removed.

Within the Youming Sacred Cult, apart from the founder of the mountain, there is probably no one who can compare with Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia.

Regardless of his personal strength or the overall honor of the Youming Sect when he was in power, Yin Tianxia is undoubtedly the number one person in history, surpassing all his predecessors.

A catastrophe, countless inheritances and orthodoxy withered, but You Ming Sacred Cult reached an unprecedented peak under the leadership of Yin Tianxia.

The more glorious it was in the past, the more the dark sect warriors who are now in the lonely low tide respect and yearn for that era.

Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu also solemnly bowed to the mausoleum after entering this room.

Entering the mausoleum of the predecessors, it is possible to obtain the opportunity to obtain treasures from it, this is all due meaning.

Zhou Haosheng and the others turned their heads and took a deep look at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge could tell that they were actually not very happy that people outside the Youming Sacred Religion's inheritance entered the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum.

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

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

I saw several lights and shadows appearing on the mausoleum that looked like an altar.

These lights and shadows gradually turned into human figures, half black and half white, intertwined with light and dark, revealing a bit weird.

The three of Yan Zhaoge also looked carefully, and found that these people all had dull eyes, expressionless faces, and looked lifeless, like puppets.

But from these strange figures, there is a strong blood of warriors.

This shows that they are actually warriors, but they seem to be living dead who have lost their sanity.

"The ghost guarding the mausoleum? Emperor Youming didn't let people be buried." Yan Zhaoge looked at it, his expression gradually became strange: "Could it be that someone entered the mausoleum earlier, trying to find treasure, but died under the restraint of guarding the tomb? Instead, he was bound and enslaved? But..."

However, if they are used to guard the mausoleum, their cultivation is a bit low.

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

Normally speaking, this kind of power is not considered weak. In the upper world, at least one side can be occupied and developed, and in the lower world, it will be even more dominant.

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

Yin Tianxia has been dead for many years, and his mausoleum's restraint power can easily keep the two supreme beings out.

It is really a cold joke to say that these people in front of them are guarding the mausoleum for Yin Tianxia.

So here comes the question, the Supreme Beings of both parties failed to force their way in. How did these people in front of them enter the imperial mausoleum back then?

Zhou Haosheng's face was ashen, without saying a word, he walked into the imperial mausoleum.

The other dark sect powerhouses followed closely behind.

The situation in front of us shows that someone has already made it to the front, and these people who have turned into puppets are not 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 made into puppets, they may have gone deep into the emperor's mausoleum and gained something.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the backs of Zhou Haosheng and the others and shrugged. No one knew how long ago the first-timer arrived. Maybe he had left long ago after earning a lot of money.

It's just that there's no need to use these words to provoke Zhou Haosheng and the others. All the dark sect warriors are already depressed to the verge of eruption.

Ah Hu whispered through voice transmission: "My lord, this place has already been evacuated by someone else. Do we still need to venture in?"

"Come in." Yan Zhaoge took the lead to follow.

He stared at the Youming Emperor's Mausoleum in front of him, and vaguely felt that something was attracting him.

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

Yan Zhaoge paid attention to their posture, and frowned slightly.

Because he discovered that regardless of the cultivation level of these warriors, the martial arts they displayed were obviously extremely advanced.

Roughly comparable to the Time Flowing Light Sword inherited by Sheng Lingzi's lineage, it is even stronger than the martial arts inherited by forces such as the Daxuan Dynasty, Youan Sect, and Beihai Jiange!

Yan Zhaoge looked carefully, and one of them was a martial artist who had cultivated to the level of an extraordinary grand master before his death. The martial arts he practiced seemed to be the authentic descendant of the Yin-Yang Heavenly Book!

"These people probably have unusual backgrounds." Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Haosheng looked at these puppets with a gloomy face, and took a deep breath: "My lord, please forgive me for being rude."

The gap between the cultivation bases of the two sides was too large, so he swept it away with a slap, and all the puppets were instantly shattered.

Zhou Haosheng took the lead and entered the mausoleum.

Yan Zhaoge and other dark sect warriors also entered the mausoleum.

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

But Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt extremely dangerous in his heart.

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

Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu's cultivation bases were relatively low, and they were the first to respond.

Yan Zhaoge noticed that Ah Hu's gaze gradually became dull, but he didn't notice it.

And Feng Yunsheng's Rin Ri Divine Saber slanted across his back, came out of its sheath clangingly.

While Feng Yunsheng herself was slightly stunned, her pupils suddenly lit up with a faint blue light, like two rounds of scorching sun. (To be continued.) uFor more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading institute