History’s Strongest Senior Brother

When the radiance was gone, Yan Zhaoge took a closer look at the world in front of her.

The world where everyone is now is a bit weird, with the horizon in the distance as the boundary, black and white.

The ground beneath the feet, flashing a vast brilliance, makes it difficult to see the truth.

The sky above is dark, even though the ground below shines upward, it is still dark.

Between heaven and earth, a stream of light composed of runes can be seen, like a chain, with darkness above and glory below.

Around the chains of runes, and the dark and unclear breath circled together, forming a layer after layer of barriers, like a light yarn.

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

Looking around, there was a huge mausoleum in front of me, standing there quietly, and the prohibition on the periphery was to protect it.

My own group, because of the treasure at hand, directly crossed most of the outer restrictions and came directly to the tomb itself.

Seen from the periphery, the tomb of You Ming Emperor Yin Tianxia is like a grand altar.

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

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

On the surface of the altar, inscriptions can be seen, as if condensing time.

Zhou Haosheng and others bowed down to the Tomb of Emperor Youming silently praising them.

A group of strong men in the Martial Saint Realm, at this time, their voices were even trembling slightly, and it was difficult to control their emotions.

Yan Zhaoge understood this. The people who slept here were one of the most important figures in the history of the Youming Holy Church. Sometimes, the word "one" could even be removed.

Within the Youming Holy Religion, apart from Kaishan Patriarch, no one can compare with Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia.

Regardless of his personal strength or the overall honor of Youming Holy Religion when he was in power, Yin Tianxia is the first person in history without any doubt, surpassing all ancestors.

After a great annihilation, countless inheritances and declining traditions, the Youming Holy Religion led by Yin Tianxia to an unprecedented peak.

The more glorious the past, the darker martial warriors in the lonely low tide now, the more they respect the yearning.

Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and A Hu entered the room, and all paid a solemn ceremony to the tomb.

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

Zhou Haosheng and others looked back deeply at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge can see that they are actually not very happy to enter the Tomb of the Emperor Ming You, who are outside the inheritance of the Youming Holy Church.

At this time, it seemed that the sound came from the mausoleum because Yan Zhaoge and others were close.

Zhou Haosheng's face changed slightly, and he no longer cared about Yan Zhaoge and others, and quickly turned to look.

On the tomb that looked like an altar, several lights and shadows appeared.

These lights and shadows gradually turned into human figures, their bodies half black and half hundred, intertwined with light and dark, revealing a bit strange.

The three Yan Zhaoge also looked closely, and found that these people were all dull, with no expression, and no vitality, as if they were puppets.

But from these weird silhouettes, there was a strong blood of martial arts.

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

"The ghost guarding the mausoleum? You Emperor Ming Ming did not make people martyrdom at that time." Yan Zhaoge looked at him, his expression gradually becoming weird. Instead, he was bound and enslaved? But ... "

However, if it is used to guard the tomb, their cultivation is somewhat lower.

Yan Zhaoge's eyes were swept, and he saw about a dozen figures appearing in front of him. Only one of them was Wu Sheng, and the rest were master warriors.

Normally, such power is not weak, and at least the upper realm can occupy one side of the realm, and when it reaches the lower realm, it is even more dominant.

But where is this place?This is the place where Yin Ming, the great emperor of the Ming Dynasty, buried his bones.

Yin Tianxia has been dead for many years, and the power of his mausoleum forbidden system can easily put the two parties to the extreme.

It is really a cold joke to say that the people in front of me are keeping the tomb under Yin Tianxia.

Then the question is coming, neither of the two supremes can break in. How did these people enter the emperor's mausoleum?

Zhou Haosheng's face was green and he said nothing, and walked towards the emperor's mausoleum.

The other Dark Sect Powerhouses are close behind.

The situation in front of me shows that some people have taken the lead, and those who have become puppets in front of them are not important. The important thing is that they can enter here, indicating that most of them are led by stronger people.

Those people may not be refined into puppets, maybe they have already gone deep into the emperor's mausoleum and made gains.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the back of Zhou Haosheng and shrugged his shoulders. No one knew how long ago the person who got the first foot arrived before, maybe after earning a lot of money, he had already left.

It's just that there is no need to take out these words to stimulate Zhou Haosheng. All the dark martial warriors have been depressed to the brink of eruption.

A Hu whispered quietly and said, "Son, this is the first person to get here. Maybe it has already been evacuated. Do we still have to venture in?"

"Go in." Yan Zhaoge took the lead and followed.

He looked at the tomb of Emperor Ming in the deep scene in front of him, feeling faintly, as if there was something attracting himself.

As soon as the crowd approached the tomb, the puppets greeted them.

Yan Zhaoge watched their posture and frowned slightly.

Because he found that these martial artists cultivated to the realm regardless of the situation, and the martial arts displayed were very profound.

It is roughly similar to the time of the streamer sword inherited by the ascending spirit, and it is even stronger than the martial arts inherited by the forces of the Daxuan Dynasty, the Dark Sect, and the Beihai Jiange!

Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at it, and one of the martial arts masters at the level of an extraordinary grandmaster at the time of his life, the martial arts he studied seemed to be the true Yinyang Tianshu heirs!

"These people may have a different origin." Yan Zhaoge narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zhou Haosheng looked at these puppets, sullenly, and took a deep breath: "The emperor is on top, please forgive your disciples."

The gap between the realm of the two sides was too big, he swiped it out, and the puppets were all broken.

Zhou Haosheng took the lead and entered the mausoleum.

Yan Zhaoge and other dark martial warriors also entered the tomb.

When I really stepped into it, I didn't feel any power barriers, nor seemed to trigger any other tomb prohibition.

But Yan Zhaoge suddenly felt an extremely dangerous feeling.

Walking in the mausoleum, the dim light was everywhere, and the road seemed to have no end.

Feng Yunsheng and A Huxiu were the lower ones and responded first.

Yan Zhaoge noticed that Ahu's eyes gradually became dull, but he didn't realize it.

And the sun-drenching sword diagonally across Feng Yunsheng's back came out.

In the case of Feng Yunsheng himself slightly stunned, her pupils suddenly illuminate the faint blue light, just like two rounds of desolation.