Seven Hundred and Ten. The Ruins of the Shrine, the White Jade Gate

This time, Yan Zhaoge felt even more strongly.

After careful identification, he found that it was not himself who was attracted, but the Hall of Dragons!

This moved Yan Zhaoge's heart: "The thing that attracts the Dragon Palace..."

Time and space are turbulent, and in an instant, everyone is scattered.

Yan Zhaoge turned his head to look in the direction of the sarcophagus and the Youming Lantern, and saw that Zhou Haosheng was still trying to get close to the Youming Lantern.

But the tomb seemed to disintegrate, scattered in the void, and even the surrounding Tomb of Emperor Youming seemed to turn into nothingness.

In the dark void, streams of dim light emerged again.

Yan Zhaoge knew that this was because the mausoleum built by Youming Emperor Yin Tianxia for himself was mysterious and unpredictable, and could produce changes between reality and reality.

Sometimes it looks like a huge mausoleum constructed of tangible and qualitative materials, but the whole mausoleum can turn into an ethereal existence.

The switch that can switch back and forth between the two may be on that dim light.

Zhou Haosheng and the Venerable You Ya beside him were still working hard, trying to get close to the You Ming Lamp.

Yan Zhaoge stabilized his figure, but he could only see the changes in the space in front of him, and he could clearly feel that in different spaces, the speed of time seemed to be all different, either fast or slow.

This makes the turbulence of time and space in front of him more disturbed, forming an intricate sense of distortion.

Yan Zhaoge summoned the Hall of Dragons, floating in the turbulent flow of time and space, the huge hall suddenly shook violently.

This time, the vibration of the Hall of Dragons was particularly strong, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge did not restrain and suppress the changes in the Dragon Palace, but instead quietly watched the changes and allowed the Dragon Palace to move by itself.

In the dark, there seems to be some kind of existence pulling the Dragon Palace, step by step towards the depths of the void.

Suddenly, there is a flash of light in front of the eyes, and in the light, streams of light and illusory dust converge.

The illusory existence began to transform into reality again, gradually reappearing in the Tomb of Emperor Youming.

The ground under Yan Zhaoge's feet became solid again, and walls of the tomb passage appeared around it.

In front of him was a closed stone door.

Turning around and looking, it was pitch black, and Zhou Haosheng and the others could not be seen, nor could the ghost lamp be seen.

"After the transformation of reality and reality, are the people scattered in different time and space also in different places in the mausoleum?" Yan Zhaoge frowned: "But the change seems to also affect the void outside the mausoleum. I wonder if people from the Guangming Sect will be brought in instead?"

Shaking his head, Yan Zhaoge knew it was useless to think too much, so he refocused on the stone gate in front of him.

After the Hall of Dragons shrunk, it was close to the stone gate, and it was still vibrating.

And the closed stone gate also started to turmoil at this moment.

Yan Zhaoge stared at the stone gate, and saw lines appearing on the surface of the stone gate, emitting colorful brilliance.

This colorful radiance is combined with the dim light in the imperial mausoleum, it seems that there is no distinction between each other, and they are refined and integrated.

But each contains different truths and artistic concepts. Compared with the ubiquitous dim brilliance in Emperor Youming's Mausoleum, this colorful brilliance is even more familiar to Yan Zhaoge.

Seeing this brilliance, and looking at the mysterious runes on the surface of the stone gate, Yan Zhaoge muttered to himself: "It really is the ruins of the Heavenly Court Shrine..."

This stone gate is clearly also related to the Heavenly Court Shrine before the Great Destruction.

Yan Zhaoge's Hall of Dragons was refined from corpses of dragons. The original frame was a low-grade holy weapon, the Nine Dragon Finger.

But the main beams and pillars at the core of the main hall are all the remains of the Heavenly Court Shrine in the past.

The closed gate in front of him is actually similar to the pillars and beams of the shrine.

Yan Zhaoge carefully comprehended the rationale and artistic conception, stretched out his hand, and pressed on the surface of the stone door.

The scene in front of me is changing, as if the records are engraved through the ages, one figure after another flashes like a revolving lantern.

The final frame was a majestic man in black clothes, white robes, black hair and white eyebrows, sitting in the void with his eyes closed.

A large number of building debris flew into the air and gathered beside him,

Slowly build into a huge building, like a palace like an altar.

"This is the scene of Emperor Youming's Mausoleum being built after the fall of Emperor Youming Yin Tianxia." Yan Zhaoge's pupils shrank slightly: "That's..."

What he saw clearly saw a gate made of white jade, sealed in the center of the imperial mausoleum together with Yin Tianxia's body.

With it as the core, other materials gradually formed the majestic mausoleum today.

The scene in front of Yan Zhaoge returned to normal. Looking at the closed stone gate, he thought, "Is that white jade gate your true face? Then what's going on now?"

Thinking carefully, Yan Zhaoge felt that behind the stone gate, there should be another foreign space.

After pondering for a while, Yan Zhaoge put his other hand on the Hall of Dragons.

The avatars of Feng Yunsheng, Ahu, Panpan, and Beiming all jumped out of the hall, and the Dragon Hall gradually changed into a light dragon.

On the surface of the light dragon's body, the same colorful brilliance as the gate flashed.

Driven by Yan Zhaoge, Guanglong began to gradually blend into the gate.

Time passed slowly, and when the tightly closed stone gate began to loosen, the tomb passage suddenly shook again.

The dim light became bright and dazzling at the same time, Yan Zhaoge was startled: "Is this someone activated the ghost lamp again?"

In the next instant, all light disappeared, and boundless darkness shrouded it.

The Youming Emperor's Mausoleum turned into void again, into a chaotic void.

Yan Zhaoge took Feng Yunsheng and others, and pressed against the stone gate tightly. As expected, the stone gate did not change.

With Wuji Heavenly Manual running, the darkness in front of him couldn't block Yan Zhaoge's sight. He wandered around, and suddenly saw in the distance, a solitary lamp still standing on the opened sarcophagus, floating in the turbulence of time and space.

In the dark void, streams of dim light emerged again.

And near the sarcophagus, the two powerhouses are fighting fiercely!

A person is dressed in white, scrolling around in the dark.

One was dressed in black, and his gestures were radiant.

One is Zhou Haosheng, the Patriarch of the Darkness Sect, and the other is his sworn enemy, the Patriarch of the Bright Sect, Luo Zhitao!

If it was someone else, the previous mutation was not enough to allow them to pass through the outer restrictions and directly enter the interior of the imperial mausoleum.

But Luo Zhitao also has quite a lot of inherited treasures in the hands of the strong Guangming sect.

As a result, the ghost lamp triggered the changes in the mausoleum, but it was in vain for them.

Most of the leading advantage of the Dark Sect was wiped out.

Zhou Haosheng's expression was calm. He didn't take the initiative to plan the Youming Lantern, but just waited patiently. In the end, he could only sit and watch Luo Zhitao and others catch up. It can only be said that the Bright Sect and the Dark Sect are destined to be entangled.

At least for now, the Youming Lantern has been partially refined by him, and he is still half a step ahead!

Luo Zhitao and Zhou Haosheng looked at each other, did not answer, and directly struck.

At this moment, no language is needed.

Yan Zhaoge looked far away and scanned the surroundings, and saw scattered everywhere in the void, the other dark sect strongmen and bright light sect strongmen were struggling to get rid of the turbulent flow of time and space, approaching the Youming Lantern. (To be continued.) uFor more exciting novels, welcome to visit our reading institute