: 707. Killing invisible

When the radiance disappeared, Yan Zhao song carefully looked at the world before him.
Nowadays, the world where everyone is in, is a bit strange, with a distant horizon as a boundary, black and white.
Under the feet of the earth, flashing and shining, it is impossible to see the truth.
The sky above the head is dark, and even though the earth beneath it shines upwards, it is still dark.
Between the heavens and the earth, there is a stream of light consisting of striated lines, like a chain of chains, together with the darkness above and below.
Surrounded by the striated chains, the dark and unclear whirls together to form a layer of barriers, like a light gauze.
Yan Zhaoge knows that it is a heavy and secret law, which protects the mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty and prevents outsiders from entering.
Turning around and looking at it, there is a huge mausoleum in front of you, standing there quietly, and the prohibition on the periphery is to protect it.
A group of people, because of the treasures at hand, directly crossed the majority of the periphery of the ban, directly to the vicinity of the mausoleum itself.
Seen from the periphery, the mausoleum of the Emperor Yin Tianxia is like a grand altar.
The surface of the altar is radiant, but it is not bright, but it gives a dull feeling.
The dark sky and the bright earth are like gathering and merging to build this imposing building.
On the surface of the altar, you can see the inscription appear, as if to consolidate the years.
Zhou Haosheng and others Qi Qi bowed down to the Ming Emperor Mausoleum, silently praised.
A group of strong people in the realm of Wu Sheng, when they speak, even shivering, feelings are difficult to make.
Yan Zhaoge understands this. The person who sleeps here is one of the most important figures in the history of the entire sacred sacred religion. In some cases, the word "one" can even be removed.
In the interior of the sacred sacred religion, apart from the founder of the mountain, I am afraid that no one can compare with the faint Emperor Yin Tianxia.
Whether it is personal strength or the overall honor of the sacred sacred religion, Yin Tianxia is undoubtedly the first person in history, surpassing all ancestors.
A great destruction, countless inheritance and dying, and the sacred sacred religion led by Yin Tianxia to an unprecedented peak.
The more brilliant the past, the darker martial artists who are now in the low tide, the more respected they are in that era.
Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunqi and Ahu, entered here, and also solemnly bowed to the mausoleum.
Entering the tombs of the predecessors, it is possible to take treasures from them. This is all right.
Zhou Haosheng and others looked back and looked at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge can see that they are not very happy to enter the Mingling Emperor's Mausoleum outside of the sacred sacred heritage.
At this time, it seems that because of the closeness of Yan Zhaoge and others, there was a sound in the mausoleum.
Zhou Haosheng's face changed slightly, and he refused to care about Yan Zhaoge and others. He turned his head and looked around.
On the mausoleum where the altar was seen, there were several light and shadows.
These light and shadows gradually become human figures, and the body is half black and half, and the light and dark are interlaced, revealing a bit of difference.
Yan Zhaoge three people also looked carefully, and found that these people, all eyes are dull, faceless, seemingly no vitality, as if you are awkward.
However, from these strange figures, there is a strong blood of the military.
This shows that they are actually a warrior, but it seems to lose the living dead of the gods.
"Guarding the ghost of the mausoleum? The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty did not have people buried." Yan Zhao song looked at it, his expression gradually became strange: "Is it because someone had entered the mausoleum before, trying to hunt for treasure, and died under the prohibition of the tomb, Is it bound to be enslaved by itself? But..."
However, if they are used to guard the mausoleum, they are repaired but they are somewhat low.
When Yan Zhao’s songs were swept away, he saw about a dozen figures appearing in front of him. Only one of them was Wu Sheng, and the rest were all masters.
Normally, such power is not weak, and at least the upper bounds of the world can occupy the development of one side of the boundary. When it reaches the lower bound, it is even more dominant.
But where is this place? Here is the land of the Ming Dynasty Emperor Yin Tianxia.
Yin Tianxia died for many years, and the power of his mausoleum ban can easily shut the two sides to the extreme.
It is a joke to say that these people are in front of you and give Yin Tianxia a guard.
Then the problem came. The two supremes did not come in hard. How did these people enter the Mausoleum?
Zhou Haosheng's face was blue and green, and he did not say a word and walked to the emperor's tomb.
Other dark powers are close behind.
The situation in front of us shows that some people have already taken the lead, and those who have become ambiguous in front of us are not important. What is important is that they can enter here, indicating that most of them are led by stronger people.
Those people may not be smelted into shackles, and may have gone deep into the Mausoleum to gain.
Yan Zhaoge looked at the back of Zhou Haosheng and others and shrugged. No one knows how long the person who arrived in the world had arrived before. Maybe he had already left after he had made a pot full.
It’s just that there is no need to come up to stimulate Zhou Haosheng, and a group of dark martial artists have been depressed to the brink of extinction.
Ahu quietly said: "The son, here is the first person to go, maybe it has been evacuated, do we still have to take risks?"
"Enter." Yan Zhaoge took the lead to keep up.
He looked at the secluded mausoleum of the secluded scene in front of him, and felt vaguely, as if something was attracting himself.
As soon as the people were close to the mausoleum of the altar, those who took the initiative greeted them.
Yan Zhao songs watched their posture and suddenly frowned.
Because he found that these martial artists were cultivated as realm and regardless of the martial arts, the martial arts were extremely high.
It is roughly the same as the saga of the sacred swords of the sacred spirits, and even stronger than the martial arts of the Daxuan dynasty, the dark sect, and the Beihai squad!
Yan Zhaoge carefully looked at it. One of them was a warrior at the level of the great masters. His martial arts practice seems to be an authentic yin and yang book!
"These people, I am afraid that the origins are not ordinary." Yan Zhao song slightly squinted his eyes.
Zhou Haosheng looked at these cockroaches, gloomy face, and took a deep breath: "The emperor is on, please forgive the disciples."
The gap between the two sides was too big, and he slammed it out with a slap in the face.
Zhou Haosheng took the lead and entered the mausoleum.
Yan Zhaoge and other dark martial arts also entered the mausoleum.
Really set foot in it, did not feel any power barrier, and did not seem to trigger other tomb guards.
However, Yan Zhao’s heart suddenly gave birth to an extremely dangerous feeling.
Walking in the mausoleum, the faint glory is everywhere, and the road seems to have no end.
Feng Yunqi and Ahu Xiu were lower, and they first responded.
Yan Zhao song pays attention to it, Ahu’s eyes gradually become sluggish, but he himself has no idea.
The sacred sword of the slanting cross behind the cover of Yunyun was stunned.
In the case of Feng Yunyi's own slight sorrow, her eyes suddenly lit up in the bright blue light, just like two rounds of the next day. (To be continued.)