There are many peaks in the wind. I don't know the wind from the underground mausoleum which has been closed for more than 100 years.
But Dugu ye did see it, and felt the cool wind passing by him, blowing up the folds of light gauze in front of him.
In the beautiful bedroom in front of us, the silk and white light yarn is hanging, waving and flying with the cool wind.
The shadow of the overlapping yarn is changed.
A veil of thousands of threads and threads.
Under the light of the night pearl, there are thousands of styles.
However, it also outlines the coldness and gloom of people's back.
Dugu Ye looked at the scene in front of him. His face was cold and he didn't speak a word.
The imperial mausoleum of Xuesheng country can locate the place in front of him without looking at it.
The inscrutable Mausoleum of the snow holy kingdom.
Slowly, he reached out and rubbed his eyebrow. There was a cold flash between his eyebrows.
The imperial mausoleum of the snow holy kingdom can't be opened after a fight. It can only be said that Ryukyu led the six masters of naming island to this position here, while others opened the mausoleum.
It's all scheming.
Unfortunately, he fell in confusion.
Enter the mausoleum where the mechanism has been opened and the machine is killed everywhere.
Seeing the light gauze flying in front of him, Dugu Ye's face was cold. He never thought of helping xuanyuanche.
Therefore, I never thought that he would enter the forbidden area of the snow holy Kingdom like this, and face the hidden weapons and people with murderous opportunities.
Dugu's face was heavy and his breath was colder than the wind from nowhere.
He glanced at the palace in front of him coldly. Dugu Ye's fingers were counting at full speed.
Yimu, Binghuo
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