: 710. The remains of the shrine, the white jade gate

This time, Yan Zhao song feels even stronger.
After careful discrimination, he discovered that it was not himself, but the group dragon temple!
This makes Yan Zhao’s heart move:
Attracting the things of the Dragon Temple...

Time and space are drifting, and in the twinkling of an eye, everyone is scattered.
Yan Zhaoge went back to Shijie and the direction of the secluded lights, and saw that Zhou Haosheng was still trying to get close to the secluded lights.
However, the tomb seems to be decomposed, scattered in the void, and even with the surrounding Mausoleum of the Emperor, it seems to be nothing.
In the darkness of the sky, there is a faint stream of light.
Yan Zhao song knows that this is because the Ming Dynasty Emperor Yin Tianxia created a mausoleum for his own, mysterious and unpredictable, can change between the real and the virtual.
Sometimes it is like a huge mausoleum constructed of tangible and qualitative materials, but the entire mausoleum can be turned into an illusory existence.
The two can be switched back and forth, and the changing switch may be on the chandelier.
Zhou Haosheng and the dark sages beside him are still working hard to try to get close to the secluded lights.
Yan Zhaoge stabilizes his body shape, but only sees the change of space in front of him. It can be clearly felt that in different spaces, the time flow rate seems to be all different, fast and slow.
This makes the current turbulence in time and space more disturbing, resulting in a complex twist.
Yan Zhao song evokes the group dragon temple, floating in the turbulence of time and space, and the big hall suddenly shakes up.
This time, the shock of the Dragon Hall is extraordinarily strong, as if it would be scattered at any time.
When Yan Zhaoge saw it, he did not restrain the change of the suppression of the Dragon Temple. Instead, he waited for the change and let the group dragon move.
In the midst of it, there seems to be some kind of existence to pull the dragon temple, step by step toward the depths of the void.
Suddenly there is a flash of light in the eyes, and the light flows through the ray of light and the illusory dust.
The illusory existence, re-starting into the entity, gradually reproduce the secluded Mausoleum.
The ground under the foot of Yan Zhao song, re-solidified, surrounded by the walls of the tomb.
In front of you, there is a closed stone gate.
Turned to look, black and white, can not see Zhou Haosheng and others, can not see the secluded lights.
"After the virtual and real transformation, are people scattered in different time and space in different places in the mausoleum?" Yan Zhao song frowned: "But this change seems to affect the void outside the mausoleum, and the guardian prohibition of the entire mausoleum is in effect. I don't know if I will bring in the people of Guangmingzong instead?"
Shaking his head, Yan Zhao song knows more and wants nothing, and puts his attention back on the stone door in front of him.
After the group dragon temple was reduced, it was close to the stone door and still kept shaking.
And the closed Shimen, this moment has actually begun to turmoil.
Yan Zhaoge looked at Shimen, and saw the surface of the stone door appearing on the road, emitting a colorful radiance.
This colorful radiance is combined with the dim light in the mausoleum of the emperor, and it seems to be indistinguishable from each other.
However, each has a different artistic conception. Compared with the gloom of the ubiquitous glory in the Ming Emperor's Mausoleum, this colorful glory, Yan Zhaoge is even more familiar.
Seeing this glory, and then looking at the mysterious pattern on the surface of Shimen, Yan Zhao’s song muttered to himself:
It’s really the remains of the Temple of Heaven...

This stone gate is clearly related to the Heavenly Shrine before the ruin of the past.
The group of dragons and songs of Yan Zhaoge is made from the body of the dragons. The original frame is a lower sacred soldier, the Kowloon finger.
But the main core of the main hall, as well as the pillars, are the remains of the remains of the Heavenly Palace.
In front of this closed division, it is actually similar to the pillars of the shrine and the girders.
Yan Zhaoge carefully perceives the artistic conception, reaching out and pressing on the surface of Shimen.
The foreground of the eye is changing, as if it was recorded in the ages, and the figure of one person is flashing like a lantern.
The final frame of the picture is a majestic man, dressed in black, wearing a white robe, black-and-white eyebrows, and his eyes closed in the void.
The debris of a large number of buildings flew in the air and gathered at his side, slowly building into a huge building, like a palace like an altar.
"This is the scene of the Ming Dynasty Emperor Yin Tianxia, ​​the Jingming Emperor's Mausoleum." Yan Zhao song pupils slightly shrunk: "That is..."
The scene he saw clearly saw a door made of white jade, together with the body of Yin Tianxia, ​​was sealed in the center of the emperor.
With this as the core, other materials gradually form the majestic mausoleum of today.
The prospect of Yan Zhao’s eyes is as usual. Looking at the closed stone door, the heart said: "That is the white jade door, is it your original appearance? What is the situation now?"
Take a closer look, Yan Zhaoge feels that behind the stone gate, it should be a different foreign space.
After a while, Yan Zhaoge put the other hand on the dragon temple.
Feng Yunqi, Ahu, Panpan and Beiming were all jumped out of the temple, and the group of dragons gradually became a light dragon.
This light dragon body surface, also flashes the same colorful brilliance as the gate.
Under the driving force of Yan Zhaoge, Guanglong began to gradually integrate into the door.
The time slowly passed, and when the closed stone door began to loosen, the tomb suddenly oscillated again.
The dim light became bright and dazzling together, and Yan Zhao song was shocked: "Is this someone moving a quiet light?"
In the next moment, the light disappeared and the darkness enveloped.
The Ming Emperor's Mausoleum was once again turned into a void, and it became a chaotic void.
Yan Zhaoge took Feng Yunqi and others, and pressed it tightly on Shimen. Sure enough, Shimen did not change.
Under the operation of the Promise Book, the darkness in front of the eyes could not stop the sight of Yan Zhaoge. They looked around and suddenly saw the distant place. A lonely lamp still stood on the opened stone sarcophagus and floated in the turbulent time.
In the darkness of the sky, there is a faint stream of light.
In the place near the stone sarcophagus, the two strong men are setting off a fierce battle!
One person is dressed in white, and the scrolling is dark.
One person is dressed in black, and his hands are full of radiance.
One is the dark ancestor Zhou Haosheng, the other is his death rival, Guangming patriarch, Luo Zhitao!
In exchange for other people, the previous changes are not enough to allow them to pass through the periphery and directly enter the interior of the Mausoleum.
However, Luo Zhitao has a lot of heritage treasures in his hands.
As a result, the secluded lights caused changes in the mausoleum, but they were cheaper.
The lead of the gloom was wiped out.
Zhou Haosheng looked calm. He did not take the initiative to plan the secluded lights. He could only wait for Luo Zhitao and others to catch up. The only thing that can be said is that Guangmingzong and the Dark Emperor are destined to be entangled.
At least for now, the secluded lamp has been refining a part of him, and he is still half a step ahead!
Luo Zhitao and Zhou Haosheng looked at each other and did not answer, directly.
At this point, no language is needed.
Yan Zhao songs are far-sighted, glance around, and see scattered everywhere, other dark masters and bright masters are struggling to get rid of the turbulence of time and space, approaching the secluded lights. (To be continued.)