Chapter 716

Yan Zhaoge saw that she was charming and naive, but she didn't care. She was allowed to hold her sleeve.

Hearing Xiaoai's words, Yan Zhaoge looked at the altar from her fingers, and saw that the altar was shining, bright and dark.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the altar, but his steps did not move: "little love, do you know that the sarcophagus in the tomb where the emperor Youming buried his bones is empty?"

Small love simply nods: "know!"

She continued to point her finger at the top of the altar: "emperor Youming, it's right there."

Yan Zhaoge looked at Xiaoai in surprise: "did he not die at all at the beginning, or did he come back to life after death?"

Little love shook her head this time: "the girl said that the emperor Youming had indeed fallen, but he secretly arranged mechanisms before his death and launched a magic instrument after his death."

"His body, leaving the tomb, fell on the altar and became part of the ritual. The girl was vague at that time, and the maid didn't understand very well."

Yan Zhaoge sniffed at the words and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh, like this?"

"Little love explained:" the girl went to the altar to see at the beginning, only said that the distance from the completion of the instrument, but also some time, so that the maid must not go up to alarm

"But according to the girl, as long as the brightness on the top of the altar flickers alternately with the light and shade with a fixed rhythm, it is the sign of the completion of the ritual."

After a little pause, little AI added: "the girl said that she also helped to finish the ritual faster, but it's not convenient for her to stay in the imperial mausoleum for a long time. She just arranged for her maid to heal and sleep here. When it's convenient for her, she would come back and wake up her maid."

Speaking of this, the girl in white dress smiled and looked at Yan Zhaoge: "who knows, the maid didn't wait for the girl to come back, but she waited for the young master."

"How long have you been here?" Yan Zhaoge asked

Little love was at a loss: "the flow of time in the tomb of Youming is chaotic, and the maid is not sure. However, how many years is it?"

"The girl said at the beginning that I could recover in one year, and then I slept for several years."

Yan Zhaoge smacked his mouth: "well, it's hard for you to be young and sleep in your good years."

Xiaoai shakes her head hard and her eyes are bright: "how could it be? Can sleep in the middle of a pile of treasure, the maid does not know how happy

She was still focused on answering Yan Zhaoge's questions.

At this point, I can't bear it any more. I look around the hills like treasures with two eyes, excited.

Look at her appearance. If it's not to avoid being rude in front of Yan Zhaoge, I can't help flying.

Yan Zhaoge helps the forehead.

It's not only a narcissist, but also a small financial fan

Yan Zhaoge laughs and shakes his head. He looks up again. At the top of the altar, he is silent.

Little love reluctantly moves his eyes away from the mountain of treasures and swallows his saliva: "young master, shall we go up now?"

Yan Zhaoge returned to his mind and stepped forward: "why not?"

Little love cheered and hurriedly followed him.

Yan Zhaoge asked casually, "do you have a big name?"

"Little love is the name of the maid." Xiaoai also replied casually: "my maid's father and mother died early. I don't know who my family name was originally. My name was Xiaoai at first. I'm sad. Later, after following the girl, the girl changed her love into love

"The maidservant wants to follow the Maiden's surname. The maiden says that her current name is taboo. It should be called Yanxue Chuqing, so the maidservant is called yanxiaoai."

Speaking of this, she peeked at Yan Zhaoge and said, "that Young master, do you and my uncle have any objection? "

Yan Zhaoge said with a smile, "of course I don't object. My father probably won't mind."

Little Aton was smiling.

Yan Zhaoge finally stepped on the altar at this time, and the altar rocked.

The radiance in the sky above gradually coagulates into a figure, which stands proudly in the void and comes with amazing momentum!

At this moment, the heaven and the earth suddenly become dim and the light disappears.

Then, in the boundless primitive darkness, a little light suddenly lit up, bright and pure.

The startling figure, almost unable to resist the worship, stood between the light and the dark.

His whole life seems to be divided into two parts by an invisible dividing line, half of which reflects the bright light, shining, half of which melts into the dark, invisible.

But when you look at him, he seems to be covered with a dim light, not bright, not dazzling, a blur.

At first glance, there is a kind of chaos.

Although it's just a shadow, the amazing momentum makes the positive world seem to be in turmoil.

It's not only the exotic space behind the stone gate, but also the whole Tomb of Youming, which shakes everyone in the tomb.

The martial artists of Guangming school or Youming school, regardless of their accomplishments, feel a sense of panic at the moment.

On the altar, Yan Zhaoge looks at the figure.

He felt that the figure seemed to look at him.

It was a majestic middle-aged man in black and white robes, with long black hair falling from behind and two eyebrows in pure white.

A pair of eyes, black and white clear, pure to the extreme, white as if radiated unlimited light, black pupil is like the abyss.

This person is actually just standing there quietly, looking at no one.

But no matter Yan Zhaoge or Xiaoai, there is a feeling that this person is looking at him.

And other people in the tomb of Youming, in a trance, also feel as if a pair of eyes are open and watching them.

Although it's only light and shadow, Yan Zhaoge can still accurately recognize the identity of the other party.

Emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia!

However, looking at the light and shadow, Yan Zhaoge finally decides one thing.

The strong man who once ran rampant for a while really fell down.

Otherwise, no one in the mausoleum can bear the power of his "eyes".

Just like when Yan Zhaoge saw Yin Liuhua, Yin Liuhua was dead.

The strength gap between the two sides is too large to be reasonable.

Although he has fallen, he still brings great pressure and soul.

Little AI Xiu is low in realm, which is more unbearable naturally. But after a snort, she suddenly stretched out her finger, wrote and drew in the air, and a moment later drew a huge pattern.

The pattern of array expands in the void and gradually forms a array.

When the Dharma array appeared, the pressure brought by the light and shadow of emperor Youming in the void was suddenly reduced.

It's not a defensive array. It's mainly for communication.

At this moment, Yan Zhao's song and little love seem to be integrated with the brilliance on the altar, and are no longer excluded.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the array and was surprised when he saw it: "well, it's a good array. This array shouldn't be controlled by a martial artist of her cultivation level."

While thinking, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his fingers and thought about how to fine tune the array of Dharma arranged by little love.

The effect of array is more obvious immediately.

The figure in the sky, turned into the light of Taoism again, fell towards the top of the altar.