History’s Strongest Senior Brother

Yan Zhao song sees her demeanor, does not care, let her pull her sleeves. , Chinese, novels...

When I heard the words of Xiao Ai, Yan Zhao song looked down the direction of her finger, and saw the top of the altar, shining and shining.

Yan Zhaoge looked up at the altar and did not move: "Little love, do you know, the tomb of the tomb of the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is empty?"

Little love nodded simply: "Know!"

Her fingers continued to point above the altar: "The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, just above it."

Yan Zhaoge is somewhat surprised to see Xiao love: "He did not die at the beginning, or was he resurrected after death?"

Xiao love shook his head this time: "The girl said that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty has indeed fallen, but he secretly arranged the organs during his lifetime, and launched a law instrument after his death."

"His body, leaving the tomb, fell to the altar and became part of the instrument. The girl was unclear at the time, and the donkey didn't understand it."

Yan Zhao song heard the words, slightly squinting his eyes: "Oh, this?"

Xiao Ai explained: "The girl went to the altar and saw it. It only said that it was completed by the law, and it took some time for the donkey to go up and be alarmed."

"But according to the girl's statement, as long as the brilliance on the top of the altar is alternately flashing with a fixed rhythm like this, it is the sign of the completion of the instrument."

After a little pause, Xiao love added: "The girl said that she also helped the handle, so that the speed of the instrument can be completed faster, but she is not convenient to stay in this mausoleum for a long time, just arrange the scorpion to heal in this treatment. When she is convenient later, come back to wake up the blind man."

Speaking of this, the white skirt girl smiled and looked at Yan Zhaoge: "Who knows, the donkey did not wait to come back to the girl, but the young master waited."

Yan Zhaoge asked: "How long have you been here?"

Little love is a bit stunned: "The time flow in the Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty is chaotic, and the scorpion is somewhat inaccurate. However, how long should it be?"

"The girl said at the beginning that I can recover from a year and sleep for a few years."

Yan Zhao’s songs touched his mouth: “Hey, it’s hard for you to be young, and good days are used to sleep.”

Little love shook his head hard, his eyes sparkled: "How come? Can sleep in the middle of a pile of treasures, I don't know how happy I am!"

She also concentrated on her spirit and seriously answered the words with Yan Zhao.

Speaking of it, I can't stand it anymore. The two eyes look around the treasures of the surrounding hills and are very excited.

Look at her appearance, if not to avoid being rude in front of Yanzhao song, I just want to fly and flutter.

Yan Zhao songs to help the amount.

Not only a crazy, but also a small fan...

Yan Zhao song smiled and shook his head, looking back at the top, the top of the altar, meditation.

Xiao Ai reluctantly took his eyes off the mountains of treasures and swallowed them: "Young Master, are we going up now?"

Yan Zhaoge returned to God and moved forward: "Why not?"

Little love cheered and quickly followed him.

Yan Zhaoge asked while walking, "Do you have a big name?"

"Little love is the name of the blind man." Xiao Ai also replied casually: "The nephew's mother died early, and she did not know who she was originally named. It was originally called Xiao Lai, sad sorrow. Later, following the girl, The girl turned into a little love, love of love."

"The nephew wants to follow the girl's surname. The girl said that her current name should be called Yan Xuechu Qing, so the nephew called Yan Xiaoai."

Speaking of this, she peeked at Yan Zhao's song and said: "That... young master, you and your aunt do not object?"

Yan Zhao song smiled and said: "Of course I don't object, I don't mind most of it."

Xiao Ai suddenly smiled.

Yan Zhaoge finally set foot on the altar at this time, and the altar shook.

The brilliance in the sky above, gradually condensed into a figure, the figure stands proudly in the void, and the amazing momentum is coming!

In front of the world, at this moment suddenly became dim, radiant and annihilated.

Then, in the boundless original darkness, a little light suddenly lit up, pure.

The one is so thrilling that I can hardly stand the adoration of the statue, standing between light and dark.

His whole person seems to be divided into two by an invisible dividing line. Half of the light shines brightly, and the half shines in the darkness and is hard to see.

But looking at it, the whole body is as if it is covered with a dim glory, not bright, not dazzling, and confused.

At first glance, there is a bit of chaos in the vagueness.

Although it is only a phantom, but the amazing momentum makes the square world seem to be in turmoil.

It is not only the outer space of Shimen, but even the Shimen, the entire Ming Emperor's Mausoleum will vibrate, so that everyone in the Mausoleum will be shaken.

Whether the Ming Emperor or the Dark Emperor’s Warrior, regardless of his cultivation, he feels awkward at the moment.

On the altar, Yan Zhaoge looked at the figure.

He felt that the figure seemed to cast his eye on him.

It was a majestic middle-aged man, dressed in black, wearing a white robe, with long black hair and falling from behind, and the two eyebrows were pure white.

A pair of eyes, black and white, purely extreme, white as if the radiation is infinite, the black pupil is like an abyss.

This person is actually just standing there quietly, and his eyes are not looking at anyone.

But whether it is Yan Zhaoge or Xiao Ai, the heart gives birth to the feeling that this person is looking at himself.

Others in the Ming Emperor's Mausoleum, in the meantime, also felt as if they had a pair of eyes open and stared at them.

Although it is only light and shadow, Yan Zhaoge can still confirm the identity of the other party.

You Ming Emperor, Yin Tianxia!

However, with this light and shadow, it also makes Yan Zhaoge finally determine one thing.

This once powerful man is really fallen.

Otherwise, the people in the mausoleum today are afraid that no one can bear the "eye" of his.

Just like Yan Zhaohua’s look at Yin Liuhua, Yin Liuhua is just like a dead person.

The strength gap between the two sides is so large that it does not make sense.

Even though his people have fallen, they still bring tremendous pressure and are very heart-rending.

Xiao Ai repair is low in the realm, and naturally can't bear it. But after she snorted, she suddenly extended her fingers and wrote and painted in a volley. After a moment, she sketched a huge pattern.

The formations continued to expand in the void, gradually forming a circle.

The emergence of the law, the pressure brought by the light and shadow of the Emperor in the void, suddenly eased.

That is not the defense method, the main role, more is communication.

At this moment, the Yanzhao song and the little love are like the brilliance on the altar, and they are no longer excluded.

Yan Zhao’s songs looked at the phalanx and only looked at it. He was quite surprised: “Hey, a high-level rumor, this method should not be the master of her martial arts.”

While thinking about it, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his fingers and thought about how to fine-tune the small loves.

The role of the array method is more obvious.

The figure in the sky is re-created as a stream of light, falling toward the top of the altar. (To be continued.)