Chapter 2555: God tomb

The fog is getting thicker and thicker. In the end, there is even a hint of golden light. These golden lights are in the fog, as if a dragon has passed by.
In the presence of Da Luo, I knew that this tomb was completely open.
Hey!
A figure of the sky broke through the air and flew into the fog. At this moment, it is a matter of time to race against time. No one knows, when the tomb of the is just opened, will there be a big chance waiting for them inside? Can seize the opportunity, only to seize the opportunity.
"I don't know if I can wait for Da Luo to enter?"
A big man from the outside world suddenly opened his mouth.
"Try to know!" Li Wei had an early itch, and heard the words flying into the fog, rushing into the fog, dying, two interest, three interest, not seeing Li Wei was blocked by the fog, Da Luo finally understood why This time, the different Xuanzong will be sent out, and they think that perhaps the different Xuanzong has already calculated this second seat.
God's tomb, Ronaldinho can enter!
"Go!" One of the big Luo flew into the fog, this time they can finally seize the opportunity, no need to pin their hopes on the disciples under the door, the ancient well-waveless mentality, at the moment there is a trace of embarrassment, it is expected, Excited, when I arrived in Da Luo, I wanted to go one step further and it was extremely difficult.
At the moment, this tomb of the gods may have the chance they want!
Ji Shan went in.
Da Luo of the Tianjiao level almost all entered the fog at the same time, followed by the big Luo of the ancestral star Shizhou, the big Luo from the outside world.
"Old ancestors?"
Different Xuanzong Tianjiao looked at the countless.
"Let's go." Countlessly looked at Ning Qi, smiled, and entered the fog with the different Xuanzong disciples.
"Sister, you and me go?"
Bai Shengxue looked at Li Xin.
"The second brother is advanced."
Li Xin smiled.
"it is good."
Bai Shengxue snorted in his heart, but he smiled on the surface, nodded with great grace, and flashed into the fog.
"Xuanjian, let's go."
Qi demon.
"This time the tomb of the gods will not be too simple. At least, the danger inside is much stronger than the first tomb of the gods. Even if you and I are as big, there is a danger of falling."
Xuanjian old man faint road.
"If you want a chance, you have to face danger. I understand that you don't go, I go alone."
Qi demon frowns.
"Who said that I am not going?"
Xuanjian’s mouth was slightly raised, and he looked at Ning Qi’s eyes:
Ning Xiaozi, in case I can’t walk out of this tomb, Xuanjian’s patriarchal position is up to you.

The old man of Xuanjian did not stare at everyone, so when Xuan Jianzong’s disciples heard this sentence, they suddenly took a breath of cold, and some unbelievably looked at the old man and the Ningqi.
At the same time, their excitement was a little less, and they were a little more frightened. Even the ancestors felt that this tomb was very dangerous. Then they were so low-cut that they entered it. Isn't it a life of nine deaths?
"Damn, Shizun wants him to sit in the position of the lord!"
Shi Yifan’s heart burst into a storm, but on the surface he did not reveal any strangeness. Ning Qi is not the same as before. Ningqi. The thoughts of Nalan Shijie, Heze, Li Changqi and others are similar to those of Shi Yifan. However, there are several arrangements for the old man of Xuanjian in these people. They are inexplicably worried. If Ning Qi sat on Xuan Jianzong The position of the sovereign, will lead the Xuan Jianzong, walk out of the ancestral star, become
More powerful Zongmen, such as the original Central Empire Jiang home? Or Xuan Jianzong's Shangzong Yuhuazong?
"The old ancestor Wanshou has no boundaries. If you are unlucky, don't say anything more."
Ning Qi smiled and then walked toward the fog, the pace was slow, not ill, and in stark contrast with the figure that galloped around.
Ying Zhen and Li Xin and others followed Ning Qi and entered the fog at the same time.
"You are advanced."
Qi demon waved his hand.
Yuhuazong and Xuanjian Zong Tianjiao saw it, and they couldn’t wait to enter the fog. Soon, in addition to the demon and Xuanjian old people in Qingshi Town, there is no more immortal, but there are many mortals hiding in the distance. Looked at the probe here, eyes excited, greedy, frightened, hesitant.
"Xuan Jian, what do you count?"
Qi demon looked at the old man of Xuanjian with some dignity.
"Nothing is counted."
Xuanjian old man shook his head.
"Impossible, with your temperament, nothing can be said how to say just the words, it is like confessing things!"
Qi demon wrinkled his brow.
"The count is counted as a demon, and you can't count yourself."
Xuanjian old man smiled and walked toward the fog.
When the demon saw it, he immediately followed it up, but his heart still had some inexplicable feelings. He always felt that when the tomb of the was opened, what moths would appear.
The immortals have entered the fog, and many mortals who are hiding in the distance are approaching the tentative bluestone town. Suddenly, a teenager rushes into the fog, and his figure disappears into the vision of the people. The rest of the mortal sees. No matter how old the young woman is, she bites her teeth and goes into the fog.
They know that the immortals in Qingshi Town and Liyang City have been waiting for decades here. There are things that immortals want, and for them, it is naturally more valuable, so close to the opportunity of Xiantu, how can they Let go?
... Like the last tomb of the god, into the fog, Ning Qi was separated from Li Xin and Ying Zhen. However, this time the tomb of the is like a palace buried deep in the ground, a dark and deep corridor. Lighted up by a 50-foot oil lamp, looking up, an oil lamp like a star, dotted in the long
Above the gallery, it seems that you can't see the end.
Ning Qi walked under an oil lamp and reached out with his hand. The oil lamp suddenly floated out of a Mars and landed on Ning Qi’s palm. He was unable to completely prevent it from being perfected by Ningqi’s body. Live this Mars and let it burn a scar on your palm.
"The fire of the avenue, the owner of this tomb, is not simple... Perhaps the 葫 葫 葫 ,, really will be here?" Ning Qi smiled slightly, stepped back, away from the oil lamp, a deep flash of his eyes The color of jealousy, the flame on the oil lamp, is not an ordinary flame, but the fire of the avenue formed by the power of the avenue. The power is no less than the ordinary Chinese style. It is only used to embellish the promenade.
Before the birth of the tomb, the repair was definitely high.
"Ning, Ning brother?"
There was an amazing sound behind him.
Ning Qi had already noticed that someone was behind him. He turned and looked at it. He saw that Li Changchun, Yan Feiwu and Yang Xiaolong were looking at Ning Qi with some disbelief. It seemed that they did not think that the three of them would be so fast. Shang Ningqi. They were shocked and still have some fear and guilt.