History’s Strongest Senior Brother

</script> Yan Zhaoge sat with Zhou Haosheng. After Zhou Haosheng was silent for a long time, he asked: "Yan Xiaoyou said that getting a treasure is related to the past emperors and saints?"

"I am not sure." Yan Zhaoge said truthfully: "This is the hand of Yan in the past, and the original owner of the treasure has been chased by Guangmingzong."

Zhou Haosheng heard the words, a pair of white and long eyebrows suddenly rose.

Yan Zhaoge continued: "After that, I figured out that I could feel that this thing should be related to the Ming Emperor and the sacred sacred religion of the past."

Zhou Haosheng was silent again, Yan Zhao song looked at him calmly.

After a long while, Zhou Haosheng said slowly: "In fact, the old man does not know the truth of the emperor's fall."

Suddenly, he added: "In addition to the emperor, the core members of the sacrament at the time were mostly withered, and the rest of the people had few insiders."

Yan Zhao songs eyebrows.

Among the strongmen who emerged after the great annihilation, the faint Emperor Yin Tianxia was one of the top figures.

His fall, the impact is not small, but even the sacred sacred self-family, do not know the details of the truth, do not know who is the head?

"Is the Three Emperors shot? Or other people who called the emperor besieged?" Yan Zhaoge asked straightforwardly.

Zhou Haosheng's voice is very low: "The ancestors of the past generations have speculations in their hearts, but they always have no choices. Many things, we can't find them."

His eyes are faint, and the scenes of old and old are floating in his mind.

At that time, when the sacred sacred religion was extremely prosperous, the secluded Emperor Yin Tianxia led the powerful people to leave the altar. The rumor was an expedition.

Everything seems normal, and who knows it will never return.

The high-level officials who stayed in the sacred sacred religion tried to contact, but there was no news.

Until a certain day, the Emperor Yin Tian of the Ming Dynasty returned to the General Altar of the Holy Spirit, and he sat down on the same day.

Before dying, teach the Chinese children to ask why, Yin Tianxia shuts his mouth and writes a weird pattern in the void.

After he was behind, the pattern was expanded into a black hole, and his body was inhaled.

The building of the sacred altar of the sacred sects collapsed in large scale, and the fragments revolve around the corpse of the sacred and Yin Tianxia, ​​forming a huge mausoleum.

The mausoleum eventually disappeared into the depths of the black hole, and the black hole turned and changed, turning into a stream of light that rushed into the sky, and it disappeared.

There are words appearing between the empty worlds, oh: "They disperse."

Everyone in the teachings is completely stunned, but they also know that their own sacred sacred religions have been robbed.

Since then, it has also been famous before the great destruction. In the upper bounds of the great destruction, the more astounding sacred sacred religion gradually declined.

In the process of the rise of the sacred sacred religion, many enemies were also formed. When the wall was weak, the wall was pushed and pushed, so it became weaker.

Until the end of the light and dark division, one of the behemoths disappeared.

Yan Zhaoge asked in a deep voice: "The expedition is exotic... Is it nine?"

Zhou Haosheng shook his head: "The details, the old man does not know."

He looked at Yan Zhaoge: "The body of the emperor, and all the possessive treasures that may exist, are still unknown. Since then, among us, there has been a legend about the legend of the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty."

Yan Zhao’s song touched his lips: “The meaning of Zhou Zong’s main words, is this thing in Yan’s hand related to the Ming Emperor’s Mausoleum?”

"The old man thinks this way." Zhou Haosheng said slowly: "The emperor's body is not left with any relics. If it must be said, when the emperor's mausoleum was built, some fragments were scattered, perhaps the only one related to the emperor itself. Treasures."

Yan Zhao song nodded slightly, took out the black and half white metal pieces, placed on the table, and then slowly pushed to Zhou Haosheng.

Zhou Haosheng suddenly burst into a stunning glory in his eyes.

He did not reach out and take it, but his eyes became confined as substance and looked at the metal fragments.

In the pupil, there is a faint but condensed brilliance that flashes slightly and fades, and finally turns into a deep and quiet darkness.

On the metal fragments, the spectacle, the white half, became extremely bleak, while the black half, but transmitted through the glory.

Yan Zhaoge saw it, and his heart nodded secretly. When Zhou Haosheng was a strongman at this level, he had a great deal of power.

The semi-black and half-white metal fragments kept vibrating, and the small-scale space in the vicinity was centered on it.

Yan Zhaoge and Zhou Haosheng are both spirited: "Look at this look, it is really weird."

After Zhou Haosheng pondered for a moment, he looked up at Yan Zhao’s song and his eyes revealed the color of exploration.

Yan Zhao song nodded slightly, indicating that he could let go.

Zhou Haosheng immediately extended a finger and gently pointed to the metal fragments, and the metal fragments suddenly reflected unusual brilliance.

The nearby space collapsed completely, and a small black spot was formed, from which the terrorist suction was transmitted. The vagueness was like a void crack.

Zhou Haosheng took the shot and stabilized it, then took out one thing from his own miniature capsule.

Yanzhao songs are fixed in the eyes, it is clearly a roof tile, the whole body is pure black, not a bit of luster, as if it contains a mysterious power.

It’s just this piece of black tile that is broken.

Think of the things that Zhou Haosheng only mentioned, Yan Zhaoge knows that this is also the force left after the death of the Emperor Yin Tianxia, ​​the remains of the remains of the mausoleum.

The metal fragments met the broken black tile, and the two sides suddenly vibrated together, and the surrounding void was more unstable.

When Zhou Haosheng saw it, he took out two things, wood and stone, which were also similar to the black tile.

These things got together before, and they didn't respond, but now they gathered around the black and half-white metal fragments, but they all vibrated and transmitted the mysterious brilliance.

Zhou Haosheng's brow stretched out and his face smiled.

Yan Zhaoge carefully observed for a moment: "Just like this, it seems that it is not enough to determine the location of the Ming Dynasty Mausoleum?"

Zhou Haosheng said with a smile: "There has been a great opportunity to seize the opportunity, far ahead of the rebellious Guangmingzong."

Yan Zhaoge also laughed: "This is really good news."

In the dark void, the path between the brilliance and the brilliance seems to be guiding the direction.

Among them, the space changes, Zhou Haosheng wrote down the heart, and Yan Zhaoge also recorded it.

Zhou Haosheng woke up and looked at Yan Zhaoge, and suddenly he couldn’t smile.

Although they are enemies between each other, no matter whether it is Guangmingzong or the dark sect, they all recognize themselves as the most orthodox sacred sacred evangelists.

For the things left by the sacred sacred religions of the past, the dark sages think that they are the most reasonable heirs.

Not to mention the nature of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, such a presence, the dark sect must be exclusive.

Although the current friendship with Yan Zhaoge is good, but for the dark sect, he is more willing to compensate for Yan Zhaoge in other aspects, but he does not want to share the Ming Emperor Mausoleum.

The old man in white sighed and suddenly became a little worried.