Close to a day and a night, the water searched for the body, and the blood was finally lost, lying motionless.

Yanglingtian looked at the jade bottle in his hand, as if he frowned gently because of the fact that there was so little blood in the other body, and then waved his sword.
The thin body and soul finally turned into dust in a splendid shock wave.
Yanglingtian carefully put the jade bottle in her arms and was about to turn away.
Suddenly a soft voice floated up from nowhere.
"Wait a minute, Yang Gong!"
Yanglingtian eyebrows a pick turned and looked around.
However, there was no figure around Kuang
"Keep it, I’ll be in the grave in front of you!"
Xian is a female voice soft, charming but indescribable majesty.
At the same time, the statue of the first five holy beasts in the white tomb covering an area of 1,000 mu slowly made a way to both sides.
At the same time, the huge tomb door slowly rose.
Staring at the dark behind the tomb door for a long time, Yanglingtian’s eyebrows are not slightly wrinkled.
Although I have lost my mind, many of my senses are still more acute.
The plain black gave him a sense of danger.
What’s more strange is that it seems that something in it echoes the blood in his body. Chapter 4: The Queen of the Immortals.
Strange breath comes out from behind the tomb door.
The smell is very strange, as if it came from the chaos before heaven and earth and crossed the ages. There is no power but people can’t help but fear it.
Yanglingtian’s eyebrows gently provoke indifference, which can make him want to turn around and leave. However, after a long time, he still failed to overcome the feeling of blood connection and moved on.
The back of the tomb door is not as dark as expected, and you can see everything inside with the eyesight of Yanglingtian.
Covering an area of nearly 1,000 mu, there is not much decoration in the tomb. There is a huge white coffin in the middle. There is a Zhang Baiyu chair next to the coffin, which seems to guard the rock. Moss keeps close and persistent beside the coffin.
On the other hand, there sat a dignified woman in a white palace dress with long hair combed into a beautiful comb.
However, when the woman is with the coffin, the majesty seems to have disappeared completely. At first glance, it seems that a gentle wife and husband form a sweet and warm picture.
"Are you from God?"
Yanglingtian hesitated for nine feet, and the sword was finally lifted.
"Sort of." The woman looked up and took a look at Yanglingtian, and her brow wrinkled gently. "Are you going to kill me?"
"Yes!" Yanglingtian nodded blankly. "Can the blood of ghosts and gods revive her?"
Female tiny one zheng "resurrection? Si Miao? Who did you hear say that the blood of the devil can bring her back to life? "
"She personally told me that it would take ninety-nine gods and ninety-nine fiends to bring her back to life."
Yangling days ago, the majestic murderous look came out through the body and the whole tomb trembled.
However, the woman’s murderous look in the sky is like a dream. She glanced at Yanglingtian doubtfully and bowed her head and said to herself, "That Si Miao’s feelings for him should not be so right even if he knows the secret method of resurrection, otherwise he and the two families of ghosts and gods will definitely not want to see this."
Yanglingtian slowly moved forward because he could feel the powerful power of the female body. He didn’t rush out of the sword, but his murderous look became stronger and stronger.
Finally, when Yanglingtian was approaching the sarcophagus, the beautiful eyes of the woman finally lifted up. It seemed that she wanted to ask something. After all, she could see the eyes in Yanglingtian’s hole and shook her head. "Forget it, are you out of your mind or am I watching it myself?"
And she lifted her hand lazily.
A peaceful white light flew out of the slender palm, just like her free palm. The white light was soft and without any power, as if it were just an ordinary cloud.
Yanglingtian’s eyes narrowed slightly, and firm but gentle eyes went to meet the white light.
However, in front of the soft clouds, the firm but gentle spirit of Yangling Tianpi is like a cold snowflake meeting a hot flame, which is melted by a light touch, while the soft white light falls on his hood irresistibly.
"Hum ~ ~ ~" The white light cover body was full of gas, and the lang silver-haired youth center spread rapidly around.
At the same time, the virtual shadow floating in the white light emitted by Yanglingtian is the past scenes of Yanglingtian and Simiao.