History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge's face changed, and immediately summoned the Dragon Palace, and included Ahu first.

Feng Yunsheng forcibly pushed his Sun Rising Sword back into his sheath, his eyes faintly disappeared, and then jumped into the Dragon Palace.

"What do you feel?" Yan Zhaoge asked Ahu.

Arriving in the Qunlong Hall, Ahu seemed to be awake and his eyes regained clarity.

But the other party's feelings, he was still at a loss: "There is no special feeling, it seems that sometimes I think about things, or fall asleep, and take a nap."

Feng Yunsheng also shook his head: "There is no obvious special feeling, and when a little fascinated, the Rising Sun Sword automatically responds."

"But there is definitely a problem, otherwise Rin Sun Divine Sword will not have this sign of protection."

Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, closed the Dragon Hall, and carefully looked at the environment in front of him.

In the dim tomb, there still seems to be nothing special.

But how to look now, how to show strangeness.

The dark sect warriors beside him are all martial saints, and they are somewhat unusual.

Especially Haosheng Zhou, the sect master of the dark sect, was even more serious: "I'm not right, I'm all careful."

His true element was released from Zhou Shen's acupoints, forming a layer of black gas, as if night came, and the darkness was dark, cutting off the surrounding radiance.

The crowd walked for another moment, Yan Zhaoge concentrating on the surroundings, but faintly felt his own spirit, as if he had also thrown into the dim light, difficult to extricate himself.

He was alert in his heart, and the more he became obsessed with observation and alertness, the more likely he was to lose his mind.

This is actually a kind of forbidden guarding the tomb. It hurts people invisible and makes people know it unconsciously.

And the deeper the inside of the mausoleum, the more weird the guarding of the tomb is, the stronger the effect becomes.

Observing the dim light, Yan Zhaoge gradually realized in his heart: "Being in it will gradually be assimilated by this dim light, lose his sanity, and become muddled."

"In the end, it turned into a walking puppet like a zombie. The puppets outside came like this."

Yan Zhaoge's eyes began to become quiet, deep and chaotic, more dim than the dim light before him.

The method of running the Promise Book of Heaven, Yan Zhaoge's appearance is unusual, but the entire person seems to be a chaos, isolating the assimilation of dim light.

Going forward, there are more and more dark Sect powerhouses, and there is a tendency to fall behind.

Fortunately, the top gangsters such as Zhou Haosheng still remain sober, and the soldiers always pay attention to the situation of their own colleagues.

Seeing the increasing influence of the prohibition, Zhou Haosheng sighed.

He shook his hand and showed a long black streamer, and in the waving room, black silk and silk were scattered.

The gloomy glory in the tomb was suddenly isolated for the most part, and all the dark sect warriors were awake, and their expressions were a bit dazed, and then a look of luck and fear was revealed.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the flag-like gun in Zhou Haosheng's hands with interest.

The Dark Sect did not have the top-grade sage soldiers to suppress the mountain gate, but a middle-grade sage-slayer ghost streamer was quite outstanding in quality and versatile. It was also a treasure, and was always controlled by the sect master.

The black long streamer in front of me was the ghost streamer.

Zhou Haosheng looked back to Yan Zhaoge at this time, and saw Yan Zhaoge's clear eyes, and he couldn't help but stunned.

Except for the two great masters Feng Yunsheng and Ahu, among the people present, the person with the lowest level of cultivation was Wu Shengyi, Yan Zhaoge of the early state of unity.

Yan Zhaoge's personal strength is amazing, far surpassing the vast majority of martial artists of the same realm. This is now gradually recognized by everyone.

But being in the Tomb of the Emperor Ming Ming seemed so relaxed, which surprised Zhou Haosheng and others.

"This young man is more elusive than ever before ..." Zhou Haosheng opened his ghost streamer while thinking.

Under the dark black light, Yan Zhaoge was also protected together.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and nodded, and followed everyone in action.

The further you go, the stronger the power of prohibition and assimilation. Later, Zhou Haosheng's Wusheng Liuzhong, seeing the cultivation of the peak of Wusheng in the later period of the gods, and the combination with the middle class Shengbing ghost ghost streamer, can't resist .

Even Zhou Haosheng had a faint feeling of faintness.

Fortunately, the debris treasures related to You Ming Emperor Mausoleum continue to play a role at this moment.

The glorious blessings of debris treasures helped to share a considerable part of the pressure for everyone, allowing Yan Zhaoge and Zhou Haosheng and others to continue to go deep into the emperor's mausoleum.

When everyone came to the bottom of the mausoleum, they saw a stream of dim light, converging in the center of the tomb like a chain.

There was a huge sarcophagus suspended!

But what made everyone stunned was that the sarcophagus's coffin lid was opened, and from afar, no corpse was seen in the sarcophagus!

Zhou Haosheng and others stared blankly at this scene, unable to recover for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge was also surprised: "Is it because the Emperor Youming did not die? At that time, everything was just a false impression?"

"Or, like Zhan Gaohan in the sun, played a golden cicada shell, Li Daitao stiff?"

Yan Zhaoge's gaze became deep: "No ..."

The sarcophagus was used, and was later opened by others.

The tomb is full of twilight and death.

Such majestic air of death indicates that there was indeed an extremely powerful existence, where bones were buried.

So, is it that the Ming Emperor Yin Tianxia resurrected many years after his death and left here?

Or did someone open the coffin and remove Yin Tianxia's body?

No matter what kind of possibility, it makes people feel the hairy hairs stand upside down, and a chill rises rapidly from the tail vertebrae.

The expressions of Zhou Haosheng and others kept changing, not only rejoicing that the Great Emperor Yin Tianxia may be still alive, but also worried about the mysterious disappearance of the patriarch's body.

Especially how the people who entered the emperor's mausoleum and turned into puppets have always been a mystery.

In this case, looking at the empty sarcophagus at this moment will inevitably make people feel optimistic.

When everyone looked closely, they saw a solitary lamp on the sarcophagus.

The lamp body is half black and half white, but there is a clear distinction between black and white, and no impurities are mixed, but the combination is flawless and perfectly natural, with no artificial traces.

The lights had long been extinguished, but they were radiant and connected around the tomb.

There was a change of color in the dark martial warrior, and he whispered: "Yu Ming Lan!"

Yan Zhaoge heard his words, his eyes narrowed.

Youming Lantern, the legendary Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia used to be a treasure in the past, and the top grade sage soldiers disappeared with him.

Over the years, everyone has speculated that You Mingdeng was buried in the mausoleum of Emperor Youming with Yin Tianxia.

Come to explore the tomb of Emperor Youming this time, Youming Lamp is the main goal!

Now it seems that this faint lamp has also suffered great damage.

However, it is still a treasure, which is obviously no doubt.

Zhou Haosheng stared at the Youming Lantern, and after a long salute, he stepped forward and reached for the half-and-white ancient lantern.