Seven Hundred and Fifteen. Existence on the Top of the Altar

Yan Zhaoge didn't take it seriously when he saw her delicate and naive look, and let her tug on his sleeve.

Hearing Xiao Ai's words, Yan Zhaoge looked in the direction of her finger, and saw above the altar, the light was shining, flickering.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the altar, without moving his footsteps: "Xiao Ai, do you know that the sarcophagus in the tomb where Emperor Youming's bones are buried is empty?"

Xiao Ai nodded simply: "I know!"

She continued to point her finger at the top of the altar: "Emperor You Ming, it's right there."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xiao Ai with some surprise: "Did he not die at all, or did he come back to life after death?"

Xiao Ai shook her head this time: "Young lady said that the Great Emperor Youming has indeed fallen, but he secretly set up traps during his lifetime, and activated a ritual after his death."

"His body left the tomb and fell on the altar, becoming a part of the ceremony. The girl was vague at the time, and the servant girl didn't understand it very well."

Hearing this, Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh, so?"

Xiao Ai explained: "The girl went to the altar to see it, and she only said that it would take some time before the ceremony was completed, so the servant girl must not go up and startle."

"But according to the girl, as long as the light on the top of the altar flashes alternately with a fixed rhythm like now, it will be a sign of the completion of the ceremony."

After a short pause, Xiao Ai added: "The girl said that she also helped out, so that the ceremony can be completed faster, but it is not convenient for her to stay in this imperial mausoleum for a long time, so she just arranges for her servant to heal and sleep here. , she will come back to wake up the servant girl when it is convenient for her in the future."

Speaking of this, the girl in the white skirt looked at Yan Zhaoge with a smile: "Who knows, the servant did not wait for the girl to come back, but instead waited for the young master."

Yan Zhaoge asked: "How long have you stayed here?"

Xiao Ai was a little dazed: "The flow of time in Emperor Youming's Mausoleum is chaotic, and the servant girl is a little uncertain, but how many years should it be?"

"The girl said at the beginning that I can recover from my injury in a year, but I have been sleeping for the next few years."

Yan Zhaoge smacked his lips: "Well, it's hard for you to be young and spend all your good years sleeping."

Xiao Ai shook her head vigorously, her eyes sparkling: "How could it be? I don't know how lucky I am to be able to sleep among a pile of treasures!"

She was still concentrating and answered Yan Zhaoge seriously.

Having said that, I couldn't bear it any longer, and looked around at the hill-like treasures around me with excitement.

Judging by her appearance, if it wasn't for avoiding being rude in front of Yan Zhaoge, she would have wished to fly and pounce on her.

Yan Zhaoge supported his forehead.

Not only a nympho, but also a little money fan

Yan Zhaoge laughed and shook his head, looking up again, at the top of the altar, silent in thought.

Reluctantly, Xiao Ai moved her gaze away from the mountains of treasures, swallowed her saliva: "Master, shall we go up now?"

Yan Zhaoge came back to his senses, and stepped forward: "Why not?"

Xiao Ai cheered and quickly followed behind him.

As Yan Zhaoge walked, he casually asked, "Do you have a name?"

"Xiao Ai is the maidservant's name." Xiaoai also replied casually: "The maid's parents died early, and I don't know my original name. At first, I was called Xiao Ai, sad Ai. After following the girl, The girl is changed to Xiao Ai, love love."

"The servant girl wants to follow the girl's surname, but the girl said that her current name should be Yanxue Chuqing, so the maidservant is called Yan Xiaoai."

Speaking of this, she took a peek at Yan Zhaoge: "That young master, you and my uncle don't object?"

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile: "Of course I don't object, and my father probably won't mind either."

Xiao Ai immediately smiled.

Yan Zhaoge finally stepped onto the altar at this moment, and the altar shook violently.

The brilliance in the sky above gradually condensed into a figure, and that figure stood proudly in the void, rushing toward us with astonishing aura!

The world in front of him suddenly became dim at this moment, and the brilliance disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, in the boundless primitive darkness, a little light suddenly lit up, bright and pure.

That astonishing,

The figure who could hardly bear to pay homage stood between light and darkness.

His whole body seems to be divided into two by an invisible dividing line, half of which reflects the bright light and shines brightly, and the other half melts into the gloomy darkness, making it difficult to see.

But if you look closely, the whole body of this person seems to be covered with a layer of dim light, not bright, not dazzling, just a haze.

At first glance, it looks like a bit of chaos.

Although it was just a phantom, the astonishing aura made the whole world seem to be in turmoil.

Not only the foreign space behind the Shimen, but also the entire Tomb of Emperor Youming outside the Shimen, shook accordingly, shaking the minds of everyone in the Tomb.

The warriors of the Guangming Sect or the Dark Sect, regardless of their cultivation level, felt panicked at this moment.

On the altar, Yan Zhaoge stared at that figure.

He felt that the figure seemed to be looking at him too.

It was a majestic middle-aged man, dressed in black and a white robe, with long black hair falling from the back, but his eyebrows were pure white.

A pair of eyes, black and white are distinct, extremely pure, the whites of the eyes seem to radiate infinite light, but the black pupils are like an abyss.

In fact, this person just stood there quietly, not looking at anyone.

But whether it was Yan Zhaoge or Xiao Ai, there was a feeling in his heart that this person was looking at him.

As for the other people in Emperor Youming's Mausoleum, in a trance, they also felt as if a pair of eyes opened in the dark, watching them.

Although it was only light and shadow, Yan Zhaoge could still accurately confirm the other party's identity.

Great Emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia!

However, looking at this light and shadow made Yan Zhaoge finally confirm one thing.

This strong man who was once rampant has really fallen.

Otherwise, no one in the mausoleum could bear the power of his "eye".

Just like when Yan Zhaoge glanced at Yin Liuhua back then, Yin Liuhua was dead.

The strength gap between the two sides is so large that it is unreasonable.

Even though he has fallen, he still brings great pressure to people, which is breathtaking.

Xiao Ai's cultivation level was low, so she couldn't bear it, but after she let out a muffled snort, she suddenly stretched out her fingers to write and draw in the air, and after a while, she outlined a huge pattern.

The array patterns continue to expand in the void, gradually forming a magic circle.

The magic circle appeared, and the pressure brought by the light and shadow of Emperor Youming in the void was immediately relieved.

That is not a formation for defense, its main function is more for communication.

At this moment, Yan Zhaoge and Xiao Ai seemed to be integrated with the brilliance on the altar, and they were no longer excluded.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the magic formation, and after just one glance, he was rather surprised: "Well, such a high level of formation skills, this formation shouldn't be something a martial artist at her cultivation level can control."

While thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his fingers, thought about it, and made a few fine adjustments to the magic circle that Xiao Ai had set up.

The effect of the array was immediately more obvious.

The figures in the sky turned into streams of light again, falling towards the top of the altar. To be continued.