History’s Strongest Senior Brother

The stone door behind Yan Zhaoge opened, and the dim radiance in front of him immediately began to re-consolidate.

In the distance, Luo Zhitao, Zhou Haosheng and others, who were about to attack Guo Song in the vicinity, disappeared.

Youming Emperor Mausoleum reappeared, solid floor and tomb wall roof, appeared in front of Yan Zhaoge.

But soon, only in the next moment, the mausoleum disintegrated again, turned into invisible dust, diffused and diffused, and evolved into a heavy void.

"Where to run?" Luo Zhitao held a faint light in the distance, and his eyes were cold.

The glowing runes on the surface of the Youming Lamp were densely lit, and the lights were about to relight.

Yan Zhaoge was not in a hurry, his palm slammed against the stone gate.

Inside the open door, a strange airflow suddenly erupted.

The dim light in the void was suddenly dimmed, and even the quiet light shook gently.

The chaotic time and space turbulence disappeared again, and it was transformed into the internal structure of the Emperor Ming Tomb.

Guo Song bombarded the walls of the mausoleum tomb.

He frowned at all this, but did not know where Yan Zhaoge was.

Everyone is still in the Tomb of the Emperor Ming, but they are in different time and space. After the void becomes the tomb of the Emperor, they are located in different positions in the tomb of the Emperor.

I was in sight at the previous moment, but now I can't find the way. The intricate cemetery makes it difficult to tell the direction.

A large number of light Zong martial warriors and dark Sect martial warriors also scattered things in an instant. Only those who were fighting in the same time and space were still face to face.

In front of Luo Zhitao, only Zhou Haosheng and Dark Venerable were left.

He ignored Zhou Haosheng, but frowned at the glorious lantern in his hand, and the tomb reappeared again.

In the end, Luo Zhitao's eyes fell on the sarcophagus where the lamp was placed.

Looking at the empty sarcophagus, his eyes narrowed: "Is the emperor really dead? Where is the gate in the tomb of the emperor?"

Zhou Haosheng's expression was uncertain, and he felt confused about the sudden changes in front of him.

Eventually, Luo Zhitao's eyes converged and he lowered his eyelids.

The glorious runes on the luminous lamp kept appearing and spreading rapidly.

Luo Zhitao tried his best to refine the Youming Lantern. He wanted to put this treasure into his control and rest assured.

Deep in the mausoleum, Yan Zhaoge looked at the reappearing passage in the tomb, and he was more curious about the door behind him while he was relieved.

The threats of Luo Zhitao, Guo Song and others were temporarily lifted, but the crisis is still there.

Allowing Luo Zhitao and Guangming Zong to get the Youming Lantern made Guangmingzong's power soaring, which was naturally not the result of Yan Zhaogele's opinion.

Taking a deep breath, Yan Zhaoge stepped into the open stone door.

After entering the stone gate, everywhere in the tomb can be seen, and the faint dimming light disappeared.

In front of me is an empty, exotic space, dark, and only a distance, we can see a little shining, bright and pure.

Yan Zhaoge carefully felt the flow of breath in this exotic space, and his expression became serious after a while.

This exotic space seems to reproduce the vicissitudes of the universe, everything is in the original darkness, until the first light is born.

And after the birth of the first little light, time seems to freeze at this moment, and it will not continue to change.

Everything retains the initial moment, the passage of time seems to lose its own meaning, mysterious and mysterious.

Yan Zhaoge approached that little light at first, but the dark universe seemed to be boundless. No matter how long Yan Zhaoge walked, the light seemed to be far away, and he did not see him at all.

It felt like I was standing still.

Looking at the unreachable light, Yan Zhaoge's gaze began to become deep, and the Promise of Promise.

Dao Dao is like a chaotic airflow, quietly spreading around Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge moved forward again. This time, the dark void finally regained a sense of distance. Yan Zhaoge could distinguish it with his naked eyes, and he gradually approached the point of light.

Finally came to the center of this exotic space. The glory that I saw at first was still as fine as corn.

Yan Zhaoge reached out his hand, and the chaotic airflow around him infested this corn-like brilliance.

The light is no longer graceful, but Yan Zhaoge can already see that in the tiny radiance like the dust of the corn, there is still a different world hidden.

Under the light, it was an altar.

Although it seems small, it gives the viewer a very grand feeling.

Yan Zhaoge even felt that this altar was even more magnificent than the entire Tomb of Emperor Ming.

"The question is, how do you get in?" Yan Zhaoge carefully inspected, wondering constantly.

He stretched out his fingers and touched the dusty brilliance with his fingertips, the brilliance was like a little, but Yan Zhaoge seemed to be touching an independent world.

The power of the boundary is like a tangible thing, blocking Yan Zhaoge.

But this time, Yan Zhaoge felt unusual, and the power conception contained in that brilliance was not just the sacred inheritance of Youming Holy Church.

There is also a kind of power breath that makes Yan Zhaoge feel familiar, which is also mixed with it.

His expression became slightly weird: "How can this seem to be the power and artistic conception of the heaven and earth, and the understanding of the classics, like the handwriting of my legendary mother?"

Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge, while recalling the communication with his father Yan Di, stretched out his fingers and gestured in the void.

He truly turned into a stream of light, writing traces in the air, and quickly constructed a unique rune.

During the turn of the rune, the mysterious artistic conception emerged from it.

Something similar to cryptographs taught by Yan Di were contained in it.

In the current situation, some of these things are useless, but some are starting to work.

The rune shrank and became smaller than the dust, and fell towards the altar.

The dust-like light finally became larger at this moment, forming a light-ball-like existence. On the surface of the light-ball, a silent hole opened.

Yan Zhaoge was surprised.

Could it be that Xue Chuqing was the one who had entered the Tomb of Emperor Ming in the past?

Why did she enter the Tomb of Emperor Youming?

According to her calculation as an initial practice, even if the progress is rapid, the chance is relatively small, unless living in a world with a fast time flow for many years.

Or, she has other special methods, but there has been no indication before that she is related to Youming Holy Church.

While thinking, Yan Zhaoge entered the world inside the light sphere.

The magnificent altar stands in the center of the void, as if filling the world.

On the top of the altar, there is a bright brilliance, changing from light to light.

At the foot of the altar, a lot of things pile up.

Yan Zhaoge glanced at it and couldn't help but be surprised: "Good guy, developed this time."

Looking around, all kinds of precious resources and rare treasures pile up like mountains under the altar.

In the past, the Youming Holy Religious Church flourished for a while, and it was rich and prosperous.

Although the most important Youming lantern is not here, Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia is only a part of the treasures buried with her, which is already amazing.

However, Yan Zhaoge is more interested in the existence on top of the altar.