C1150 (1/2)

In the ice crystal white jade coffin which has been silent for thousands of years, a hand suddenly stretched out.

That spring green onion jade finger is like orchid, muscle is like coagulating fat, Qianqian is like jade, a hand seems to be able to charm the world, and, in addition to the beauty of that hand, there is also a kind of hegemonic hand!

Wujizi had been about to catch the imperial seal. However, this hand suddenly stretched out, just a flick of the index finger, and an invisible energy immediately burst out. Without waiting for wujizi to make any response, that energy directly knocked him out!

Wu Jizi's body shakes, just like a kite with broken string, flies upside down. The blood in the corner of his mouth can't help but overflow, and then he falls violently on the tree crown.

”Wow --”

inorganic son vomited a big mouthful of blood, and his face was as white as paper.

When people saw this scene, they were shocked and numb.

All the people present were very clear that they had no chance to practice Kunlun Mountain's highest and most taboo skill, that is, ”ten thousand babies, gods and ghosts”. It is rumored that once this kind of skill is practiced, it means paying a heavy price, that is, being incapacitated and losing the possibility of having a relationship with a woman. If the cultivation is successful, it will be able to turn mountains and seas There is no rival in the world.

However, no one thought that such a powerful no chance, in front of that Qianqian jade hand, was so vulnerable!

In addition, who's the hand that stretches out from the thousand year old ice crystal white jade coffin?

Can we say that people thousands of years ago have been resurrected today?

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the ice crystal white jade coffin.

On Monday, the corner of the immortal's mouth twitched for a moment. He suddenly thought of something and looked dignified.

At this time, Xiong Yu suddenly felt his heart beat violently, and the chubby insect mark on his chest seemed to have awakened from his deep sleep and felt a little nervous.

Above the tree crown, there was silence for a moment.

Then, in the ice crystal white jade coffin, came a long woman's sigh.

That sigh, full of vicissitudes and helpless, but also with a kind of hard to be strict high and cold loneliness, as if, she is sighing for an era, for the end of a dynasty, for an earth shaking plan.

In a dead silence, a woman slowly sat up from the coffin.

The woman's hands are like catkin, her skin is like coagulated fat, her collar is like white, her teeth are like a gourd rhinoceros, her head is like a moth eyebrow, her hair is scattered randomly, like a pool of deep autumn water, with a touch of hard to be strict, the breath of King.

However, what she was wearing was not a Dragon Robe, but a red dress.

When Xiong Yu saw this woman, the fragmented memory fragments in his mind suddenly became clear. At the same time, Xiong Yu also realized who the woman in front of him might be!

Xiong Yu's body was shaking, and his breath was a little short.

After all, this woman is the most brilliant woman in the real Chinese history. She has never been seen before, nor has she been seen since.

When other people saw this woman, they were almost all attracted by her beautiful appearance and her arrogance. There was even a faint illusion that they wanted to worship.

When Zhou Yixian saw this woman, his body also shook. He murmured to himself, ”it's really her!”

Zhou Xiaohuan asked in a low voice: ”who is this beautiful sister? I feel a little afraid of her

Monday fairy lowered his head and returned with a sentence: ”a very amazing woman.”

Zhou Xiaohuan still had some doubts and asked, ”who is she?”

”In the thousands of years of Chinese history, the only real female emperor, Wu Zetian,” the immortal said softly

Although Monday fairy's voice was light, now there was a silence above the tree crown. Almost everyone heard his words and instantly knew the identity of the woman. Originally, their shocked face became more incredible.

The woman gently stood up from the coffin, a terrible pressure and beauty scattered, so that all people can not help but bow their heads, some dare not directly look at the first lady!

However, also at this time, all people's hearts, on the rise of another idea.

The idea is that Wu Zetian, the first empress of all ages, should have died in the Tang Dynasty? What is the shadow of this legendary woman on the tree crown of Kunlun in this ten thousand years?