There are rules for the construction of the imperial mausoleum. Others can only bump into the place. They fall into the boundary, but they can figure out the ugly Yin Mao. "Nanzhuque." With one finger, Dugu ye once again looked at the veil palace in front of his eyes and walked forward.
He is now in the south of the imperial mausoleum. The sprint in the secret road made him cross half of the imperial mausoleum and appear in the direction of the South Zhuque.
South Zhuque, according to the rules of the four gods and beasts, represents
Dugu Ye's heart was a little bit rusty.
The light yarn is piled up and the wind is cool.
It doesn't give people a cool feeling in summer.
On the contrary, it gives birth to endless cold in the bottom of one's heart, and the cold hairs on one's back stand upright.
White yarn is light, one after another, one after another.
In the past, the whole palace was full of white gauze. Walking in it, there was nothing but the flying white gauze.
Dugu ye walked slowly step by step.
The silk and white yarn was blown by the cool wind, and brushed on his face, reflecting his golden white, almost a sense of unity.
Gloomy, cold.
"Whoosh." In this suffocating silence, suddenly a voice of breaking the air came at full speed, breaking the silence of this side.
The green Zun in a green suit came like flying.
The white gauze is slightly raised, and the Dugu night walking in it is directly exposed in the eyes of green Zun.
Green Zun's eyebrow color sank, and he stabbed Dugu ye in the white curtain with a sword.
This man is from xuanyuanche's group. Then, there is no pardon for killing him.
Looking at the sharp sword as fast as lightning, Dugu Aotian's expression didn't fluctuate.
Just turn your toes, and your figure will be hidden behind the white curtain behind you.
A sword is flying across the sky. The white curtain is cut in half by green Zun's sword, flying down.
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