Seven Hundred and Eighth. The Corpse of the Disappeared Emperor

Yan Zhaoge's expression changed, and he immediately called out the Hall of Dragons, and took Ahu into it first. 』』

Feng Yunsheng forcibly pushed his Rising Sun Divine Saber back into its sheath, the blue light in his eyes disappeared, and then he also jumped into the Hall of Dragons on his own initiative.

"How does it feel?" Yan Zhaoge asked Ah Hu via voice transmission.

Arriving in the Hall of Dragons, Ah Hu seemed to wake up and his eyes became clear again.

But he was still at a loss about how he felt about Cai: "I don't have any special feeling, it's as if sometimes I'm lost in thought, or I'm sleepy and take a nap."

Feng Yunsheng also shook his head: "There is no obvious special feeling, when you are slightly in a trance, the Riding Sun Sword automatically responds."

"But there is definitely a problem, otherwise the Riding Sun Sword will not have this sign of protecting the Lord."

Yan Zhaoge frowned slightly, closed the Hall of Dragons, and carefully looked at the environment in front of him.

In the dim tomb passage, there still seems to be nothing special at all.

But no matter how you look at it now, it looks weird.

The dark sect warriors beside him were all warrior saints, and they felt something unusual to some extent.

Especially Zhou Haosheng, the suzerain of the Darkness Sect, looked even more serious: "Something is not right, be careful."

His true essence was emitted from the acupuncture points all over his body, forming a faint layer of black air, like nightfall, dim and dark, isolating the surrounding brilliance.

The crowd walked away for a while, Yan Zhaoge focused on observing the surroundings, but felt faintly that his own spirit seemed to be thrown into the dim light, unable to extricate himself.

He was vigilant in his heart, the more absorbed he was in observing and guarding, the easier it would be for him to lose his focus.

This is actually a kind of prohibition on guarding the tomb, which hurts people invisible, and makes people fall for it unconsciously.

And the deeper one goes into the mausoleum, the stronger the effect of this weird tomb guarding restriction.

Yan Zhaoge observed the dim light, and gradually understood in his heart: "If you are in it, you will gradually be assimilated by this dim light, lose your sanity, and become muddled."

"In the end, it turns into a puppet like a walking dead. Those puppets outside all come from this way."

Yan Zhaoge's eyes began to become calm, deep and chaotic, even more blurred than the dim light in front of him.

Operating the method of the Wuji Heavenly Book, Yan Zhaoge looks the same as usual, but inside, his whole body seems to be transformed into chaos, isolating the assimilation of that dim light.

Going forward, there are more and more dark sect strongmen, and there is a tendency to fall behind.

Fortunately, Zhou Haosheng and other top bosses are still awake, always paying attention to the situation of their own family members.

Seeing that the influence of the restraining power was getting bigger and bigger, Zhou Haosheng sighed.

He waved his hand, and a long black streamer appeared, and as he waved it, streams of black light streamed down like ribbons.

The gloomy radiance in the tomb passage was cut off for the most part immediately, and all the gloomy sect warriors came to their senses, their expressions were a little dazed, and then they showed expressions of rejoicing and fear.

Yan Zhaoge looked with great interest at the long banner in Zhou Haosheng's hand that looked like a flag and a gun.

The Gloomy Sect does not have a top-grade holy soldier to suppress the mountain gate, but a middle-grade holy soldier ghost brocade streamer, which is of outstanding quality and has many wonderful uses. It is also called a treasure, and it has always been controlled by the suzerain.

The long black banner in front of him is probably the brocade banner of Youhun.

At this moment, Zhou Haosheng turned his head to look at Yan Zhaoge, seeing Yan Zhaoge's clear eyes, he couldn't help being slightly startled.

Except for the two great masters Feng Yunsheng and Ahu, among the people present, the person with the lowest level of cultivation was Yan Zhaoge, the first level of Martial Saint, who was in the early stage of Convergence.

Yan Zhaoge's personal strength is astonishing, surpassing the vast majority of warriors of the same realm, this point is now gradually affirmed by everyone.

But being in Emperor Youming's mausoleum, it seemed so relaxed, which surprised Zhou Haosheng and others.

"This young man is even more elusive than in previous impressions..." Zhou Haosheng opened the ghost brocade banner while thinking.

Shrouded in darkness and black light, they also protected Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge smiled and nodded, and moved with everyone.

The further you go in, the stronger the power of prohibition and assimilation becomes. Later, Zhou Hao gave birth to the sixth level of martial arts,

The combination of Jianshen's peak martial sage cultivation in the later stage and the mid-grade holy soldier ghost brocade banner gradually became unstoppable.

Even Zhou Haosheng felt faintly in a trance.

Fortunately, the fragmented treasures related to Emperor Youming's Mausoleum in everyone's hands continued to play a role at this moment.

With the blessing of the brilliance of the fragmented treasure, it helped everyone share a considerable part of the pressure, allowing Yan Zhaoge, Zhou Haosheng and his party to continue to go deep into the imperial mausoleum.

When everyone came to the bottom of the mausoleum, they saw streams of dim light gathering in the center of the tomb like chains.

There, a huge sarcophagus is suspended!

But what stunned everyone was that the lid of the sarcophagus was opened. Looking from a distance, no one's corpse was found in the sarcophagus!

Zhou Haosheng and others stared blankly at this scene, unable to recover for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge was also surprised: "Could it be that Emperor Youming is not dead? Everything back then was just an illusion?"

"Or, like Gao Han on the sun, he played a trick where the golden cicada escaped its shell and Li Daitao stiffened?"

Yan Zhaoge's gaze became deep and deep: "No..."

The sarcophagus was used and was opened later, it was not that Yin Tianxia had prepared it for use.

The tomb was full of stagnation and death.

Such a majestic aura of death shows that there was indeed an extremely powerful existence who buried his bones here.

So, is it the Youming Great Emperor Yin Tianxia who was resurrected many years after his death and left here?

Or did someone open the coffin and remove Yin Tianxia's bones?

No matter what the possibility is, it will make people feel like their hairs stand on their backs, and a chill rises from the tailbone.

The expressions of Zhou Haosheng and others kept changing. They were delighted that Yin Tianxia, ​​the emperor of Youming, might still be alive, but worried about the mysterious disappearance of the ancestor's corpse.

Especially how those people who entered the imperial mausoleum before and turned into puppets got in has always been a mystery.

Under such circumstances, looking at the empty sarcophagus at this moment, it is inevitable that people will feel pessimistic.

When everyone looked carefully, they saw a solitary lamp placed on the sarcophagus.

The body of the lamp is half black and half white, but there is a clear distinction between black and white, without the slightest impurity, but the combination is perfect and natural, without any artificial traces.

The lights have long been extinguished, but there are paths of light connecting the surroundings of the tomb.

A dark sect warrior's expression changed, and he let out a low voice: "You Ming Lantern!"

Hearing this, Yan Zhaoge focused his eyes.

The Youming Lantern, according to legend, the Great Emperor Youming, Yin Tianxia's most precious treasure, the top-grade holy soldier, disappeared along with him.

For so many years, everyone has been speculating that Youming Deng was buried in the tomb of Emperor Youming along with Yin Tianxia.

This time I came to explore the Tomb of Emperor Youming, and the Youming Lantern is the main goal!

Looking at it now, this ghost lamp seems to have suffered a lot of damage.

However, it is still a treasure, there is no doubt about it.

Zhou Haosheng stared at the dim lamp, and after saluting, he walked forward and stretched out his hand towards the half-black and half-white ancient lamp. (To be continued.) 8 For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy