Seven Hundred and Thirteen. Rich Heaven and Earth
The stone door behind Yan Zhaoge opened, and the dim, glowing void in front of him suddenly began to solidify again. novel.
Luo Zhitao, Zhou Haosheng and others in the distance, and Guo Song who was about to attack him nearby, all disappeared.
The mausoleum of Emperor Youming reappeared, the solid floor and the walls and roof of the tomb passage appeared before Yan Zhaoge's eyes.
But soon, only in the next moment, the mausoleum disintegrated again, turned into invisible dust, diffused and scattered, and evolved into numerous voids.
"Where are you going?" In the void far away, Luo Zhitao held a lamp in his hand, his eyes were cold.
The surface of the Youming Lamp is densely covered with brilliant runes, and the lights are about to be turned on again.
Yan Zhaoge took his time and slapped hard on the stone door with his palm.
Inside the opened door, strange streams of air suddenly burst out.
The already dim light in the void suddenly dimmed even more, and even the ghost lamp vibrated slightly.
The chaotic turbulence of time and space disappeared again, and turned into the internal structure of Emperor Youming's Mausoleum again.
Guo Song struck the wall of the mausoleum with his palm.
He looked at all this with a frown, but he didn't know where Yan Zhaoge was.
Everyone is still in the Emperor Youming Mausoleum, but they are in different time and space. After the void is transformed into the Imperial Mausoleum, they are located in different locations of the Imperial Mausoleum.
It was within sight a moment ago, but now it is impossible to find the way. The intricate corridors of the tomb make it difficult for people to discern the direction.
A group of warriors from the Guangming sect and the warriors from the dark sect also dispersed in an instant. Only those who were fighting in the same time and space are still facing each other.
Zhou Haosheng and Venerable Gloomy were the only ones left in front of Luo Zhitao.
He ignored Zhou Haosheng, but frowned at the dim light in his hand and the mausoleum reappeared.
Finally, Luo Zhitao's gaze fell on the sarcophagus where the lamp was placed.
Looking at the empty sarcophagus, he stared intently: "Is the emperor really dead? Where is the gate in the emperor's mausoleum, and what is behind it?"
Zhou Haosheng's expression was cloudy and uncertain, and he also felt confused about the sudden change in front of him.
Finally, Luo Zhitao narrowed his eyes and lowered his eyelids.
The brilliant runes on the Youming Lamp kept emerging and spreading rapidly.
Luo Zhitao tried his best to refine the Youming Lantern, and he wanted to completely bring this treasure under his control, so it was at ease.
In the depths of the mausoleum, Yan Zhaoge looked at the reappearing passage of the tomb in front of him, heaved a sigh of relief, but also became more curious about the door behind him.
The threat of Luo Zhitao, Guo Song and others has been lifted temporarily, but the crisis is still there.
Allowing Luo Zhitao and Guangmingzong to get the Youming Lantern, which greatly increased the strength of Guangmingzong, was naturally not the result Yan Zhaoge was happy to see.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Zhaoge stepped into the opened stone door.
After entering the stone gate, the dim light that can be seen everywhere in the tomb chamber has disappeared.
In front of him is an empty foreign space, pitch black, only in the distance, a little brilliance can be seen, bright and pure.
Yan Zhaoge carefully felt the flow of breath in this foreign space, and his expression became serious after a while.
This foreign space seems to have reproduced the changes of the universe, everything was in the original darkness, until the first light was born.
And after the birth of the first light, time seems to be frozen at this moment, and will not continue to change.
Everything is kept at the first moment, the passage of time seems to lose its own meaning, mysterious and mysterious.
Yan Zhaoge approached that first point of light, but the dark void of the universe seemed to be boundless, no matter how long Yan Zhaoge walked, that point of light seemed to be still far away, not approaching at all.
It felt like he was standing still.
Looking at the light that was out of reach, Yan Zhaoge's eyes became darker, and he silently practiced the Profound Art of the Promise of Heaven.
Taos of chaotic air flow spread around Yan Zhaoge silently.
Yan Zhaoge moved forward again. This time, the dark void finally had a sense of distance again. Yan Zhaoge could tell with the naked eye that he was gradually approaching that point of light.
Finally came to the center of this foreign space, the brilliance I saw at first,
Still as fine as corn.
Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hand, and the chaotic air around him infiltrated the corn-like brilliance.
The light became no longer graceful, but Yan Zhaoge could already see that there was actually another world hidden in the light as small as corn and dust.
Under the shroud of light is an altar.
Although it seems small, it makes the viewer feel extremely grand.
Yan Zhaoge even felt that this altar was even more magnificent than the entire Mausoleum of Emperor Youming.
"The question is, how to get in?" Yan Zhaoge inspected it carefully and kept thinking about it.
He stretched out his finger, and lightly touched the dust-like brilliance with his fingertips. The brilliance was like a point, but Yan Zhaoge seemed to be touching an independent world.
The power of the boundary is like something tangible, blocking Yan Zhaoge.
But this time, Yan Zhaoge felt something unusual, the power and artistic conception contained in that brilliance was not just the inheritance of the Holy Cult of the Netherworld.
There is also an aura of strength that makes Yan Zhaoge feel familiar, and it is also mixed in it.
His expression became a little strange: "Why is this somewhat like the artistic conception of the power of the heavenly scriptures, and the comprehension and understanding of the classics is like the handwriting of my legendary mother?"
Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his finger and gestured in the void while recalling the communication with his father Yan Di back then.
His true energy turned into a flow of light, leaving traces in the air, and soon formed a unique rune.
As the rune turns, a mysterious artistic conception emerges from it.
Some things similar to codes and codes taught by Yandi at the beginning are all contained in it.
In the current situation, some of these things are useless, but some are starting to work.
The rune shrinks, becoming smaller than dust, and falls towards the altar.
At this moment, the dust-like light finally grew bigger, forming a light sphere-like existence. On the surface of the light sphere, a door opened soundlessly.
Yan Zhaoge was amazed.
Could it be that the person who went to the Tomb of Emperor Youming before was Xue Chuqing?
Why did she enter the Tomb of Emperor Youming?
According to her original cultivation calculations, even if she has made rapid progress, the chances are relatively small, unless she has lived in a world with a fast flow of time for many years.
Or, she has other special methods, but there is no indication that she has anything to do with the Nether Sacred Cult.
While thinking, Yan Zhaoge entered the world inside the light sphere.
The majestic altar stands in the center of the void, as if filling the world.
On the top of the altar, there is a bright light, which changes alternately.
And at the foot of the altar, there are a lot of things piled up.
Yan Zhaoge glanced at it, and couldn't help but be amazed: "Good guy, this time it's developed."
Looking around, all kinds of precious resources and rare treasures are piled up like mountains under the altar.
In the past, Youming Holy Cult was very prosperous and rich in heaven and earth.
Although the most important Youming Lantern is not here, the Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia was buried with only some of his treasures, which is already amazing.
However, what Yan Zhaoge was more interested in was the existence on the top of the altar.
And is there anyone else here? To be continued.