: 713. Rich and powerful

After Yan Zhao’s song, the stone door opened, and the emptiness of the sky was everywhere, and it began to re-solidify. ·Chinese·Fiction.
In the distance, Luo Zhitao, Zhou Haosheng and others, Guo Song, who is about to attack himself in the vicinity, disappeared.
The remnant of the Ming Dynasty Emperor Mausoleum, the solid floor and the roof of the tomb wall appeared in front of Yan Zhao’s song.
But very quickly, only in the next moment, the mausoleum was disintegrated and turned into invisible dust, diffused and dissipated, and evolved into a heavy void.
"Where to run?" In the distant sky, Luo Zhitao held the secluded lamp and his eyes were cold.
The surface of the secluded lamp is radiant and inconspicuous, and it is necessary to have a light to illuminate again.
Yan Zhao song is not in a hurry, palms slap on the stone door.
Inside the open door, suddenly there was a strange airflow.
The dim light in the void was suddenly dimmed, and even the secluded lights were gently shaken.
The chaotic time and space of the turmoil disappeared again and re-emerged into the internal structure of the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty.
Guo Songyi bombarded the wall of the tomb.
He frowned at it all, but he didn't know where Yan Zhao was.
Everyone is still in the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty, but in different time and space, after the void is turned into the Emperor's Mausoleum, it is located in different positions of the Mausoleum.
It was still in sight from the moment, but now there is no way to find the road. The intricate tombs are difficult to distinguish.
A group of Guangming martial arts and dark martial arts, also instantly scattered things, only those who are in the same time and space, still face to face.
Luo Zhitao is only left with Zhou Haosheng and the Dark Lord.
He ignored Zhou Haosheng, but frowned at the bright lights in his hands and the mausoleum that was re-emerged.
Finally, Luo Zhitao’s sight fell on the stone plaque where the secluded lamp was placed.
Looking at the empty stone sarcophagus, his eyes calmed down: "Is the emperor really dead? Where is the door in the Mausoleum, what is behind it?"
Zhou Haosheng's look is uncertain, and he also feels confused about the sudden changes in his eyes.
In the end, Luo Zhitao's eyes converge and he hangs his eyes.
Glittering runes on the secluded lights are constantly emerging and spreading rapidly.
Luo Zhitao is fully dedicated to refining the secluded lights. It is necessary to completely incorporate this piece of treasure into his own control.
Deep in the mausoleum, Yan Zhao song looked at the tomb channel that reappeared in front of him. When he was relieved, he was more curious about the back door.
The threats of Luo Zhitao, Guo Song and others were temporarily lifted, but the crisis is still there.
The indulgence of Luo Zhitao and Guangmingzong to get the secluded lights, so that the strength of the Guangzong sect rose, naturally not the result of Yanzhao Clarion.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Zhaoge stepped into the open stone door.
Into the Shimen, the tomb can be seen everywhere, the fascinating dim light, disappeared.
In front of it is an empty space of an empty space, dark, only in the distance, visible a little shining, pure and pure.
Yan Zhaoge carefully felt the flow of breath in this exotic space, and after a moment he looked serious.
This exotic space seems to reproduce the changes of the universe, and everything is in the original darkness until the original light is born.
After the birth of the first light, time is like this at the moment, and it will not continue to change.
Everything retains the original moment, and the passage of time seems to lose its meaning, and it is mysterious and mysterious.
Yan Zhao song is close to the first light, but the dark universe of the universe seems to be boundless. No matter how long Yan Zhaoge has gone, the light seems to be far apart and not close.
It feels like you are standing still.
Looking at the distant light, Yan Zhao’s eyes began to become deep and silent.
The road is like a chaotic airflow, quietly flowing around the Yan Zhao song.
Yan Zhaoge moved forward again. This time, the dark void finally regained a sense of distance. Yan Zhaoge could distinguish it with the naked eye, and he gradually approached that light.
Finally came to the center of this exotic space, the first glimmer of light, still subtle as corn.
Yan Zhaoge reached out and the chaotic airflow around him infested the corn-like brilliance.
The light is no longer beautiful, but Yan Zhaoge can already see that in the small glory of corn and dust, it still hides a different world.
Under the ray of light, it was an altar.
Although it seems small, it gives the viewer a very grand feeling.
Yan Zhaoge even felt that this altar was more magnificent than the entire Ming Emperor Mausoleum.
"The question is, how do you get in?" Yan Zhaoge carefully examined and kept trying to figure out.
He held out his fingers, his fingertips touched the dusty brilliance, and the brilliance was like a little, but Yan Zhao’s song seemed to touch an independent world.
The power of the precinct is like a tangible thing, blocking the Yan Zhao song.
But this time, Yan Zhaoge feels unusual, and the power and artistic conception contained in the glory is not just the inheritance of the sacred sacred religion.
There is also a sense of strength that makes Yan Zhaoge familiar, and it is also mixed with it.
His expression has become a little weird: "How does this seem to be the power of the creation of the heavenly book, and the understanding of the classics, like the legend of my legendary mother?"
Thinking of this, Yan Zhaoge recalled the communication with his father Yan Di, and stretched out his fingers and made a stroke in the void.
He really turned into a stream of light, wrote marks in the air, and quickly built into a unique pattern.
Between the rotation of the pattern, the mysterious mood reveals from it.
Some of the things like cryptic words that Yan Di taught at the beginning were contained in it.
The current situation, some of these things, are useless, but some are beginning to work.
The pattern was shrunk and became smaller than the dust, falling toward the altar.
The dusty light finally becomes bigger at this moment, forming a general existence of a light ball. On the surface of the light ball, a threshold is silently opened.
Yanzhao songs are amazing.
Could it be that the people who had previously entered the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty were the first snow?
Why did she enter the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty?
According to her original revision, even if the progress is rapid, the opportunity is relatively small, unless living in a world with a fast time flow.
Or, she has other special methods, but there is no indication that she is related to the sacred religion.
Thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge entered the world inside the ball of light.
The magnificent altar stands in the middle of the void, as if it were filled with the heavens and the earth.
On the top of the altar, there are glory, flickering, and alternating.
At the foot of the altar, a lot of things piled up.
Yan Zhao song glanced at it, can not help but be amazed: "Good guy, this time developed."
Looking around, all kinds of precious resources, rare treasures, piled up under the altar.
In the past, the sacred teachings of the Holy Spirit were very popular.
Although the most important secluded lights are not here, the faint Emperor Yin Tianxia is only a part of the treasures that accompany him, and it is already amazing.
However, Yan Zhaoge is more interested in the existence of the altar.
And... Is there anyone here? (To be continued.)