Chapter 711

This time, Yan Zhaoge felt more strongly.

After carefully distinguishing, he found that what attracted him was not himself, but the Dragon hall!

This made Yan Zhaoge's heart move: "what attracts the Dragon Hall..."

The time and space are turbulent. In a moment, everyone is scattered.

Yan Zhaoge looked back at the sarcophagus and the Youming lamp, and saw that Zhou Haosheng was still trying to get close to the Youming lamp.

But the tomb seems to be broken down, scattered in the void, with the surrounding Tomb of the Youming emperor, it seems to have become nothingness.

In the dark void, there is a dark light flow again.

Yan Zhaoge knows that this is because Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming, built his own mausoleum, which is mysterious and unpredictable, and can change between the real and the virtual.

Sometimes it's like a huge mausoleum constructed of tangible and qualitative materials, but the whole mausoleum can be transformed into an ethereal existence.

The switch that can change back and forth between the two may be on the dim light.

Zhou Haosheng and the dark one beside him are still trying to get close to the light.

Yan Zhaoge stabilizes his body shape, but only sees the change of the space in front of him. He can clearly feel that in different spaces, the velocity of time seems to be all different, fast and slow.

This makes the time-space turbulence in front of us more turbulent, forming a complex sense of distortion.

Yan Zhaoge called out the Dragon hall, floating in the turbulence of time and space, and the huge hall suddenly vibrated violently.

This time, the concussion of the Dragon hall was extremely strong, as if it would break up at any time.

Yan Zhao's song did not restrain the change of suppressing Qunlong hall, but watched the change and let Qunlong hall move by itself.

In the dark, it seems that there is some kind of existence to lead the Dragon hall, step by step toward the void.

Suddenly there was a flash of light in front of me. In the light, the light flow of Taoism and the unreal dust gathered.

The illusory existence began to transform into substance again, and gradually reappeared the tomb of the emperor.

At the foot of yanzhaoge, the ground is solidified again, and there are tomb walls around it.

In front of us is a closed stone gate.

Turning around and looking, he was swarthy. He could not see Zhou Haosheng and others, nor could he see the Youming lamp.

"Are people scattered in different time and space in different places in the mausoleum after the transformation of reality and emptiness?" Yan Zhaoge frowned: "but it seems that this change also affects the void outside the mausoleum. It is the whole imperial mausoleum's guard and prohibition that is taking effect. I wonder if it will bring the people of Guangming sect in?"

Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge knew that it was useless to think more, and focused on the stone gate in front of him.

After the reduction of the Dragon hall, it was still shaking close to the stone gate.

And that closed stone gate, this moment even began to turbulence.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the stone gate, and saw that the surface of the stone gate appeared with lines, emitting colorful brilliance.

The colorful light and the dim light in the imperial mausoleum are combined together, and they seem to be inseparable from each other.

But they contain different truth and artistic conception. Compared with the dim light everywhere in the tomb of Youming emperor, Yan Zhao song is even more familiar with the colorful brilliance.

Seeing the brilliance and looking at the mysterious runes on the surface of the stone gate, Yan Zhaoge murmured: "it is indeed the vestige of the temple of heaven..."

This stone gate is clearly related to the temple of heaven before the great destruction of the past.

Yanzhaoge's Dragon hall is made of the corpses of the dragons. The original framework is a inferior holy soldier, Jiulong refers to.

But the main beam of the core of the hall, as well as the pillar, are the remains of the former Temple of heaven.

At present, the closed school is similar to the colonnade of the temple and the Daliang.

Yan Zhaoge carefully perceives the truth and artistic conception, reaches out and presses on the surface of the stone gate.

The scene before us is changeable, as if it is recorded and engraved for thousands of years, and the figure of one person after another flashed like a lantern.

The final image is a magnificent man in black, white robe, black hair and white eyebrows, sitting in the void with his eyes closed.

A large number of building debris flew up in the air, gathered at his side, slowly built into a huge building, like a palace like altar.

"This is the scene of the tomb of emperor Youming after the fall of Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming." Yan Zhaoge's pupil slightly shrunk: "that is..."

The scene he saw clearly showed a gate made of white jade, which was sealed in the center of the imperial mausoleum together with Yin Tianxia's body.

With it as the core, other materials gradually form the Great Mausoleum today.

Yan Zhaoge's sight was restored as usual. Looking at the closed stone gate, he said to himself, "is that white jade gate what you are? What's the situation now? "

Carefully, Yan Zhaoge feels that behind the stone gate, there should be another exotic space.

After pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge put another hand on the Dragon hall.

Feng Yunsheng, a Hu, Pan Pan Pan and Bei Ming all separated from the hall, and the Dragon hall gradually became a light dragon.

On the surface of the light dragon's body, there are seven colors shining like the gate.

Driven by Yan Zhaoge, Guanglong began to integrate into the gate.

As time went on, when the closed stone door began to loosen a little, the tomb path suddenly vibrated again.

The dim light becomes bright and dazzling together. Yan Zhaoge is surprised: "is this another person who has moved the dim light?"

In the next moment, all the light disappears, and there is no boundless darkness.

Once again, the tomb of the emperor Youming turned into an empty, chaotic void.

Yan Zhaoge, together with Feng Yunsheng and others, is closely attached to the stone gate. As expected, the stone gate has not changed.

Under the operation of Wuji Tianshu, the darkness in front of him could not stop Yan Zhaoge's sight. He looked around and saw that a solitary lamp was still standing on the opened Sarcophagus, floating in the turbulence of time and space.

In the dark void, there is a dark light flow again.

And near the sarcophagus, there is a fierce fight between the two great powers!

A man in white, rolling dark.

A man dressed in black, with all his hands and feet shining.

One is Zhou Haosheng, the leader of the dark sect, the other is his rival, Luo Zhitao, the leader of the bright sect!

For others, the previous changes were not enough to allow them to pass through the peripheral prohibitions and enter the imperial mausoleum directly.

However, Luo Zhitao, a strong emperor of tuoguangming, also has a lot of heritage treasures.

As a result, the change of the mausoleum was caused by the Youming lamp, but it was cheaper for them.

The leading advantage of youmurong has been wiped out for the most part.

Zhou Haosheng is calm. He doesn't plan the Youming lamp actively. He is bitter. In the end, he can only catch up with Luo Zhitao and others. He can only say that Guangming school and Youming school are doomed to be entangled.

At least now, Youming lamp has been refined by him, and he is still half a step ahead!

Luo Zhitao looks at Zhou Haosheng and doesn't answer. He starts directly.

At this moment, no language is needed.

Yan Zhaoge looked far away, and looked around, and saw that there were scattered everywhere in the void. Other dark and bright masters were struggling to get rid of the turbulence of time and space and approach to the light.