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Chapter 1857

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"I also spent a long time to find the real location of the late emperor's tomb."

You Ming pushed the door open and stood beside Ye Qing Luo, raising his head to look at the tomb hanging in the middle of the mountain, "Most people are unable to get close to this place, so no archaeologists have discovered the remains here."

"How did you discover it?" Ye Qing Luo raised her brows.

She was very curious about what You Ming wanted from the ancestral tomb.

He actually made it so mysterious, not letting her know about it.

Apparently, it was an extremely important thing.

You Ming didn't want to say, so she couldn't force him to ask.

After all, she had forcefully contracted the Ming Mirror which he had been carrying for so many years.

You Ming's scarlet eyes flickered slightly, "Because I'm not an ordinary person."

Mn …. This was …. a reasonable answer.

Ye Qing Luo shrugged her shoulders, knowing that he didn't want to talk more, she couldn't be bothered to.

With a leap, her sleeves fluttered in the wind.

She had already landed steadily in the middle of the mountain, at the entrance of the ancestral tomb.

Di Mo Xuan followed closely.

You Ming naturally wouldn't fall behind.

Standing at the entrance of the tomb, the three of them and a misty array eye.

Why was the array eye brought to the ancestral tomb.

Ye Qing Luo's original words were like this, "This plane is your turf, who knows which corner you are hiding in. If you don't let us find you, how are we going to find you? If we can't find you, how are we going to the battle plane? So, you'd better follow us obediently, let my darling keep an eye on you. After I come out from the west tomb, send us directly to the battle plane. "

"Everything, depends on you." You Ming stared at the tomb entrance, the expression on his face, was a rare solemn.

Ye Qing Luo waved her hand, looking at Di Mo Xuan, "Ah Xuan, I'll go in first."

They didn't have much time.

Qiao Jin and Yan Xiao Yi's battle plane could at most last for another three days.

She had to hurry and rush to the battle plane.

Di Mo Xuan's brows creased slightly, his peach blossom eyes were filled with worry.

The ancestral tomb gave him an extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"You're at ease." Ye Qing Luo walked over, putting her arm around his firm waist, "This isn't my first time here, although it's been a long time, but …. the route is all in my mind."

The old men of the Ye Clan naturally had a map of the Ye Clan's ancestral tomb.

Back then, when he had let her come in to retrieve the Ye family's heirloom, the Azure Dew Bracelet, the old man had shown her a map.

She was no stranger to the tomb of her ancestors.

Di Mo Xuan ruffled her hair.

Although he was extremely unwilling to let her enter, but he understood that Ye Qing Luo had to enter.

Regardless of whether it was because of what he promised the Netherworld.

Or perhaps a Vast Water Divine Artifact.

She had to go on this trip to the tomb of her ancestors.

"Be careful, I'll be right here waiting for you." Di Mo Xuan lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead.

Only those of the Ye Clan's bloodline could enter the ancestral tomb.

Even Di Mo Xuan was unable to follow Ye Qing Luo into the ancestral tomb.

Ye Qing Luo assured him in every possible way and left Di Mo Xuan's embrace reluctantly.

She turned around and walked towards the tomb of her ancestors.

But before he could lift his leg, his wrist suddenly tightened.

"That's right, Lil Luo 'er, take this with you."

Di Mo Xuan's clear voice was extremely melodious.

Ye Qing Luo's finger seemed to be circled by something.

She looked down and saw that it was the Azure Water Ring she had obtained from the tomb of the Ling King.

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