The **** cloud call, the emperor’s tombs made something messy, didn’t tell her clearly, and almost ordered her life.

While climbing up, the moon is on fire.

I am planning to wait for it to go out. After I have settled this matter, I must definitely pick up the cloud.

The light and shadow were dim, and the silk was cold and hovering in the tomb.

The bright night pearl shines down, and the majestic imperial mausoleum, in this cold, swaying its exquisite.

At this time, the cloud call from the other side into the Imperial Tomb suddenly hit a chill.

I reached out and rubbed my arm. What happened?

With his arms on his knees, Yun Zhao quickly descended from the passage and entered the space where Yu Yue Xuan was falling.

It is good to meet two talents early, and the Imperial Tomb of the Snow Country is not fun.

Now that the organs have been opened, if one step is wrong, it is a matter of life.

Quickly come in the winding royal tomb.

Sculptures along the way, the layers of palaces linger, pavilions, enchanting and quiet show, hidden in the cold.

The picturesque, entire underground palace, completely adhering to the style of the Snow Holy Palace.

The main hall, the palace, the outer hall, the star-street building, the Bihu... and so on, one building after another stretches out. This is an underground palace.

The entire underground palace was built in accordance with the Quartet.

Zuo Qinglong, Right White Tiger, South Suzaku, North Xuanwu.

They each occupy one side and guard the four directions of the Imperial Palace.

Yun Zhao quickly passed through the North Xuanwu, entering the right white tiger position of Xuanyuan Che and Haoyue, the right hall of the entire underground palace.

Stepping into the right hall, waiting for the clouds to pass through, a wind screaming in the air, and coming to the cloud to shoot.