Chapter 708 (1/2)

When the glory is gone, Yan Zhaoge looks at the world in front of him.

Now the world in which all people are living is a bit strange, with the distant horizon as the boundary, black and white.

Under the feet of the earth, flashing the vast brilliance, people can not see the truth.

Overhead, the sky is a dark, even if there is light from the ground below, it is still dark.

Between heaven and earth can be seen a light flow composed of runes, like a chain, together with the darkness above and the brilliance below.

Around those Rune chains, dark and unclear breath hovers, forming a layer of barrier, as if the road gossamer.

Yan Zhaoge knew that it was a secret law prohibition again and again, protecting the tomb of Youming emperor and preventing outsiders from entering.

Looking around, there is a huge mausoleum in front of us, standing there quietly. The peripheral prohibition is to protect here.

His party, because of the treasures on hand, directly crossed most of the prohibitions on the periphery and came to the mausoleum itself.

From the outside, the mausoleum of Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming, is like a grand altar.

The surface of the altar is shining, but it is not bright, but gives a dark feeling.

The dark sky and the bright earth seem to merge together to build this magnificent building.

On the surface of the altar, you can see the inscription emerging, as if it condensed the time of the years.

Zhou Haosheng and others, Qi Qi, bowed down to the tomb of the Youming emperor and praised it in silence.

A group of powerful people in the realm of martial arts, at this time, their voices are even slightly shaking, and their feelings are hard to control.

Yan Zhaoge understood this, and the person sleeping here is one of the most important figures in the whole history of Youming holy religion. Sometimes, the word ”one” can even be removed.

Apart from the founder of Youming, no one can compare with Yin Tianxia, the great emperor of Youming.

Whether it's personal strength or the overall honor of Youming saints, Yin Tianxia is undoubtedly the first person in history, surpassing all ancestors.

A great disillusionment, countless inheritance of Taoism withered, but Youming saints led by Yin Tianxia to an unprecedented peak.

In the past, the more brilliant, now in the lonely low tide, the darker the martial artists, the more revered and yearned for that era.

Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and a Hu all solemnly salute the mausoleum.

Entering the former mausoleum, it is possible to obtain treasures from it, which is the proper meaning.

Zhou Haosheng and others looked back at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge can see that they are not very happy to enter the tomb of Youming emperor by those who are not the inheritors of Youming church.

At this time, it seems that due to the proximity of Yan Zhaoge and other people, there is a sound in the mausoleum.

Zhou Haosheng's face changed a little. He could not care about Yan Zhaoge and others any more. He quickly turned to look at it.

On the altar like mausoleum, there were several lights and shadows.

These lights and shadows gradually turned into human shapes, half black and half hundred, crisscrossing light and shade, which was a bit weird.

Yan Zhaoge and his three people also looked carefully and found that all of them had dull eyes, expressionless faces and no vitality, just like puppets.

However, from these strange figures, there are vigorous Qi and blood of the warrior.

This shows that they are actually warriors, but they seem to have lost their wits.

”The ghost guarding the mausoleum? You Ming didn't let people die. ” Yan Zhaoge looked at it, and his expression gradually became strange: ”is it because someone had entered the mausoleum and tried to find treasure, and died under the tomb guarding system, but he was bound and enslaved? But... ”

However, if they are used to guard the mausoleum, their accomplishments are somewhat low.