History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhaoge didn't mind her seeing her demure, and let her hold her sleeve.

Hearing Xiao Ai's words, Yan Zhaoge looked in the direction of her fingers, and saw the light above the altar, shining brightly and suddenly.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the altar, and his footsteps did not move: "Xiaoai, do you know, the sarcophagus in the tomb of Youming Emperor is empty?"

Xiao Ai simply nodded: "Know!"

She continued to point at the top of the altar: "Youming Emperor, right there."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xiao Ai with some surprise: "Did he never die at first, or did he resurrect after death?"

Xiao Ai shook her head this time: "The girl said that Emperor Youming has indeed fallen, but he secretly arranged the organs during his lifetime, and launched a magic instrument after his death."

"His body left the tomb and fell on the altar to become part of the ceremonies. The girl was unclear at the time and the maid didn't understand very well."

Yan Zhaoge heard the words and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh, this?"

Xiao Ai explained: "The girl went to the altar at the beginning and only said that the distance to the ritual is complete, and that it will take some time for the maid to be surprised."

"But according to the girl, as long as the light on the top of the altar flashes like a current with a fixed rhythm, it is a sign of the completion of the ritual."

After a little pause, Xiao Ai added: "The girl said that she also helped the handle so that the ritual can be completed faster, but she was inconvenient to stay in this emperor's mausoleum for a long time, but arranged for the maid to heal and sleep here , She will come back to wake up the maid when convenient. "

Speaking of which, the girl in a white dress smiled and looked at Yan Zhaoge: "Who knows, the maid didn't wait for the girl to come back, but the young master was waiting."

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

Xiao Ai was at a loss: "The time flow rate in the Tomb of Emperor Youming is chaotic, and the maid is not sure, but should there be a few years?"

"The girl said at the beginning, I can heal in a year's time, and I have been sleeping for a few years."

Yan Zhaoge sucked her lips and said, "Well, it's hard for you to be young. You've spent a lot of time sleeping."

Xiao Ai shook her head vigorously, her eyes sparkling: "How come? I can sleep in a pile of treasures, and my maid doesn't know how happy!"

She was still focused, and seriously answered Yan Zhaoge.

Speaking of which, I couldn't bear it anymore, and my eyes looked around the treasure like the hills around me, and I was very excited.

Seeing her look, if not to avoid being rude in front of Yan Zhaoge, she just wished she could fly up.

Yan Zhaoge supported the amount.

Not only a nympho, but also a little money fan ...

Yan Zhaoge smiled and shook his head, looking back at the top again, at the top of the altar, contemplatively.

Xiao Ai reluctantly moved her gaze away from the pile of treasures and swallowed: "Master, shall we go up now?"

Yan Zhaoge recovered and stepped forward: "Why not?"

Xiao Ai cheered and quickly followed behind him.

While walking, Yan Zhaoge asked casually, "Do you have a name?"

"Xiao Ai is the maid's name." Xiao Ai replied casually as well: "Maid maid died early, and did not know who his original name was. It was originally called Xiao Ai, sad. Afterwards, after the girl, The girl changed into a little love, a love of love. "

"Maidservant wanted to follow the girl's surname. The girl said that her current name should be Yan Xuechuqing, so the maidservant was called Yan Xiaoai."

Speaking of which, she took a peek at Yan Zhaoge: "That ... Master, don't you and my aunt not object?"

Yan Zhaoge smiled and said: "Of course I don't object anymore, most of my dad won't mind."

Xiao Ai immediately smiled.

Yan Zhaoge finally set foot on the altar, and the altar shook.

The brilliance in the sky above gradually condensed into a figure, the figure stood proudly in the void, and it struck the face with amazing momentum!

The world in front of me suddenly became dim at this moment, and the light was extinguished.

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

The shocking figure, almost unable to bear the figure of worship, stood between light and darkness.

He seemed to be divided into two by an invisible boundary, half reflected in the bright light, shining brightly, half melted into the dark and dark, hard to see.

But looking closely, this man's whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of dim light, not bright, not dazzling, and confused.

At first glance, the image of a little chaos was revealed.

Although it is just a phantom, the amazing momentum makes the square world seem to be in turmoil.

Not only the exotic space behind the Shimen, but also the Shimen, the entire Tomb of Emperor Ming Ming shook with it, making everyone in the tomb shake their hearts.

The warriors of the light sect or the dark sect, regardless of their cultivation status, felt a sense of panic at the moment.

On the altar, Yan Zhaoge stared at the figure.

He felt that the figure seemed to also look at him.

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

A pair of eyes, black and white, clear and pure, the white of the eyes seems to emit infinite light, but the black pupil is like an abyss.

This person was actually standing there quietly, not looking at anyone.

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

Others in the tomb of Emperor Youming, in a trance, also felt that there was a pair of eyes open, watching them.

Although it is only light and shadow, Yan Zhaoge can still confirm the identity of the other party.

Great Emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia!

However, peering at this light and shadow also made Yan Zhaoge finalize one thing.

This once-powerful powerhouse really fell.

Otherwise, the people in the mausoleum today are afraid that no one can bear the power of his "eye".

Just as Yan Zhaoge looked at Yin Liuhua, Yin Liuhua was a dead man.

The strength gap between the two sides is so unreasonable.

Even though his people have fallen, they still bring tremendous pressure and inspiring people.

Xiao Aixiu is so low that she can't bear it any more, but she groaned and suddenly extended her finger to write and paint in the sky. After a while, she outlined a huge pattern.

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

The magic circle appeared, and the pressure caused by the light and shadow of the Emperor Ming in the void suddenly relieved.

That is not a defensive formation, the main function is more communication.

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

Yan Zhaoge looked at the formation, and at one glance, she was quite surprised: "Well, the formation of the formation is so high. This formation should not be controlled by the warrior of her level."

Thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge held out his finger, thinking about it, and fine-tuned the magic circle placed by Xiao Ai.

The effect of the formation is suddenly more obvious.

The figure in the sky reverted to a stream of light and fell towards the top of the altar.