Chapter 979 the end of the tomb of the emperor of Chu (4)

It was a white space, surrounded by clouds and fog like ripples, just like the current, but very thick.

Jiang Huan suddenly felt that his consciousness was a little slack. No matter how he concentrated, he could not do it.

Carefully, he suddenly found that he was standing in the air, slowly rippling forward with these ripples.

What kind of space is this?

A stream of elegant fragrance, and the external pungent smell of blood formed a sharp contrast, let Jiang Huan involuntarily relax.

All of a sudden, a huge sound of turbulence blew in his ear, which made Jiang Huan cry bad. He hurriedly forced himself to concentrate.

But at the same time.

"Bang!"

Jiang Huan surprised him by stepping on the solid ground.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked up. He found that there was still a vast white space. It was clearly a huge space. Although the decoration was luxurious, most of them were elegant palaces.

Looking back, there is nothing behind the body, only a redwood Palace door carved with Muyang pattern.

Standing in the same place, Jiang Huan felt all the scenes that seemed to exist around him, as well as the solid ground under his feet, which left him stunned!

"Where is this? The mausoleum of Chu? "

Looking at the bright sunshine outside the eye wood door and the flying swallow occasionally rowing in the midday sun, Jiang Huan was stunned.

Just then, a lazy voice sounded from behind Jiang Huan.

"You're here at last. It's been a long time!"

Hearing this, Jiang Huan pulled out his knife with one hand, gathered his energy to burst out of the body, and turned back at the same time.

It's not that Jiang Huan made a fuss, but it's all too weird!

Just now, it was still in the dark and horrible Tomb of the emperor of Chu. Now it's another space in a blink of an eye.

This quiet environment, gentle sunshine, cool autumn wind, and sometimes the chirping of insects and birds really make Jiang Huan feel uncomfortable.

Holding the knife in one hand, the surging red energy burst out from its body, and the strong momentum rose to the sky.

Looking back, I saw a young man in his early twenties holding a golden dragon chair on the jade and white steps in front of the hall.

But the young man's long white hair, coupled with his fair face, seems to have some pathological features. It's easy to make people wonder why they are worried about the white head.

The young man's slender body was dressed in a big blue and white robe, lying on the Dragon chair barefoot, so lazy.

Clubbing the cheeks, the eyes with blue crystal light were slightly open, looking at Jiang Huan, the young man said.

"What? Don't know? "

Voice down, Jiang Huan as far as possible to cover up his shock, and then return.

"You are Chu Huang?

In the camp of Chumen, he was the seventh emperor of Chu. He was the seventh emperor of Chu!

For the name that had been with him for hundreds of years, Chu Lu didn't like it very much, but at last he frowned slightly and nodded without trace.

"Shua!"

The breeze blows, and Jiang Huan's Kung Fu is stupefied. The emperor Chu, who was reclining on the Dragon chair, suddenly disappears. At the next moment, he suddenly falls in the air four or five meters away from Jiang Huan!

The loose robes danced with the wind, and Chu Chu Chu left the ground more than a foot before he stopped, so he continued to float in the air.

Still half open blue eyes, looking at Jiang Huan for a long time, he said.

"You are different from what I thought!"