They escaped with many treasures, but they died in this cold tomb.

Yuan Qingming slowly opened his eyes and looked at the stone walls above. Every inch of the place was carved with exquisite and complicated patterns.

Although it was in the mausoleum, there was no corruption in this one, and there was a slight fragrance on the opposite side.

But this kind of fragrance hurts Yuan Qingming's brain.

This body was a bit tired. She pinched her eyebrows and sat there, her body still swaying.

Finally, thinking that she can't just sit and wait for death now, she stood up with her hands on the ground.

Holding on to one side of the stone wall, relying on some things in his memory, he found an empty stone room.

She walked into the stone room, sat down, and began to practice the inner strength mental method.

Except for a little blockage at the beginning, the rest are really very good. After all, this mausoleum belongs to Wu Zetian, and the true dragon spirit contained in it, Yuan Qingming actually feels that it is much easier to cultivate than usual.

The result of the cultivation is very satisfactory even afterwards.

Yuan Qingming opened her eyes until she was almost cultivating. She lay down and noticed it unexpectedly.

She didn't even need to meditate to be able to practice. All of this was incredible.

Is it because this is the tomb of Wu Zetian?

Yuan Qingming closed his eyes and lay there, practicing his inner power.

While living the plot, thinking about the original owner.

In fact, the original owner didn't want much about this plot, she just wanted revenge.

Since some of them like this tomb so much, let them stay in this tomb forever.

As for that cold-hearted father, if he dares to come back... let's talk about it then.

In fact, the original owner's feelings towards this father are very strange.

She is a guardian of the tomb and will definitely complete the legacy of her ancestors. This time they want to go in, they just can't come out.

Yuan Qingming still closed his eyes and felt it. At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of footsteps around him.

It seems to be coming towards her.

At this time, the door of the stone room where she was lying was slowly opened.

With the sound of footsteps coming, Yuan Qingming opened his eyes.

"Are you not dead?"

After a few people walked in, the coquettish female voice exclaimed.

Yuan Qingming glanced at her lightly, did not speak, and stood up easily.

The group of tomb robbers in front of them were not good things, and she naturally had no good impression of them.

Even if someone has helped her before, they just want to get some benefits from her. For these people... her heart is full of guard.

Some people, very sinister, are even more terrifying than what they see now.

Yuan Qingming stood up and swept across them lightly.

The first one who walked in the front was the woman named Luo Manxue. Her figure was choppy, very irritating, and she could squirt a nosebleed at a glance.

She was wearing a tight-fitting jumpsuit, with hot curves, revealing, and the snow-white chest-front, a deep gully-gully, which made people think about it.