My eyes turned again, and the silver stars on the roof and the surrounding walls were dimming one by one, extinguishing and turning black. The silver light intertwined in the space became less and less. It felt like the lack of power to maintain the lighting of the tomb chamber and the system collapsed.

At this time, Tang Ning had a premonition that everything had an inner connection.

For example, the yellow spring seal on the ground changes, and the surroundings also change. The specific reason is unknown, but it has something to do with the singing just now and the crystal coffin.

To be precise, the person who started it was Zhao Ling in the coffin!

Could it be that she is really resurrected!

After 800 years, he will be resurrected after his death and will be regained!

Tang Ning's body flashed and appeared on the stone platform the next moment next time, next to the transparent crystal coffin.

With eyes facing each other, Tang Ning was as stupid as a wooden chicken!

The eyes are as clear as water, without any impurities. The naturally beautiful face is like the purest snow lotus in the world.

"You... Hello!" The most common opening remark, the most common greeting for strangers when they first met. However, Tang Ning's voice was as dry as if he had swallowed a large mouthful of sea salt as thick as rice grains. His face was stiff and he wanted to smile, but he couldn't smile, his mouth could not bend, and his facial muscles seemed to die in an instant.

The girl lying in the coffin had a faint smile on her pale and small diamond-shaped cherry lips.

"You are... Zhao Ling?" Tang Ning tried to ask. He was very nervous. This was a living ancient man, from eight hundred years ago, and a royal princess with an extremely noble identity. This dialogue that spans time and space is a miracle and subverts everything. While nervous, he was a little excited and contradictory.

The girl in the coffin opened her eyes wide, with a puzzled expression, thought for a while, and nodded.

It's really Zhao Ling! Tang Ning's breathing rapidly, his cheeks flushed, and he was extremely excited. He had a lot to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

At this moment, a voice rang out in his mind: "Who are you?"

The voice is slightly weak, but it is very crisp and sweet, which is the unique voice of young girls.

"My name is Tang Ning. It's now in the 20th century AD. In 1998, you're dead... Oh, it's been more than eight hundred years since that time. Are you really resurrected after the death?" As soon as he said this, Tang Ning regretted it. This question was too useless. The other party lay there alively, not resurrection, or something.

But he did not expect that the girl in the coffin, Zhao Ling, was shaking her head slightly. Although the movement was small, it was obvious. She was clearly denied the fact that she was resurrecting!

"What?" Tang Ning's expression was shocked and he couldn't believe it! How could this be possible? Is everything in front of him fake? Is there something wrong with his mental problems and dreaming in the daytime?

But soon, Tang Ning no longer focused on the issue of true and false resurrection. He thought that the impact in front of him was too strong, which led to a confusion in Zhao Ling's mental consciousness. The topic changed. He asked: "How to get this thing open? Do I need me to help you out?"

The crystal coffin where Zhao Ling was lying was very strange. It was almost a whole from top to bottom, with a coffin lid, four walls, and the bottom of the coffin, but there was no gap on it, as if it was carved from a whole huge crystal.

This is obviously impossible, otherwise, how Zhao Ling got in. There must be a way to open the library.

And at this time, Tang Ning had no idea of ​​destroying the other party. He could not do anything to kill the girl like a snow lotus in front of him. Now he was thinking about it, just focus on getting the other party out of this square box, then take her out, breathe the air eight hundred years later, and see the new world outside.

"No need, it's too late."

From beginning to end, Zhao Ling never spoke, and communicated with Tang Ning with consciousness alone. The voice directly acted in her mind. Even though her voice was sweet, it was as crisp as a lark.

Tang Ning felt the dullness and liberation contained in her words. At the same time, she had a strong premonition, and things might not be that simple!

"Tang... Ning, Mr. Tang, right?"

It feels really weird to be called Mr. Tang, but it is natural to say it from the other party. The royal relatives and nobles, golden branches and jade leaves, are also unmarried girls in the boudoir. This is in line with the teachings of etiquette and law.

"Uh...Is that true. Your Highness, Princess, don't call me the name of a young master. It's not popular in our era. Just call me Tangning just now."

Looking at Tangning's "strange" clothes through the transparent coffin lid, the girl nodded. The voice sounded in Tangning's mind again.

"It's great to see people from this era... It's a pity that I don't have a chance..."

"How could you tell me how to get you out, and then I'll take you out and see the outside world. It's very different from the times you live in, and you will definitely like it."

The girl shook her head, "I can't last long now. If everything you say is true, then I'd died eight hundred years ago."

"No, then you are not already..."

"Young Master Tang, listen to me. The reason why you can come here is that you are a practitioner of cultivation. How dare you ask the noble school?"

"Plum Blossom Sword...oh, it's the Plum Blossom Sword." Tang Ning suddenly remembered that the Plum Blossom Sword was in the Song Dynasty. When Lai Buyi founded the school, it was just called the Plum Blossom Sword. There was no such thing as "Plum Blossom Sword". The Plum Blossom Sword was merged later.

"Oh, Mr. Tang comes from the Plum Blossom Sect. It turns out that he is the descendant of Lai Shenxiang. No wonder... Mr. Tang, to be short, Zhao Ling is very honored to be able to meet the young master in this situation. Then I would like to ask for the next thing. Although Zhao Ling is from the royal family, she is not a secular woman. Her beauty is just a superficial appearance and all are illusory, but Zhao Ling still doesn't want to leave in an old and debilitating way. I hope Mr. Tang will destroy this place and everything before Zhao Ling's body changes. Please!"

"Body changes? What changes? How do you change? Hello? Hello... Talk..." Tang Ning slapped the lid of the coffin hard. The girl inside had closed her eyes, and the surroundings were quiet, as if nothing had ever been born.

The lid of the coffin was slapped by Tang Ning, as if it was about to crack. But the girl inside still did not respond.

Tang Ning still has a lot to ask her. What's going on!

She was clearly resurrected. Her eyes were as clear as water, with a bright and colorful voice, but why did she say that she had died eight hundred years ago?

If this mystery is not solved, how can Tang Ning be willing to destroy her?

Also, she has a complete version of the Biluo God's Curse. The secret technique that has been lost for hundreds of years is enough to get it anyway. If she missed this opportunity, wouldn't it be a lifetime regret?

At this time, Tang Ning suddenly appeared, and there was a slight change on Zhao Ling's delicate and fair face in the coffin. She still looked the same, but she was a little mature, as if she had become three or four years old in an instant. The young girl of sixteen or seventeen turned into a mature woman who was nearly about twenty years old. Her body changed from a young and immature person to a plump woman.

In an instant, Tang Ning understood. This was what she called her body change. She wanted to keep her young and beautiful appearance and leave, but she didn't want to become an old woman first, and then a dry bone. And the change was very fast. Just as Tang Ning was hesitating, Zhao Ling's appearance became a few years older and more mature.

Hell!

Tang Ning dared not neglect, and even more so, he dared not forget the girl's instructions.

Flames rose from his hands, and he quickly slapped hundreds of palms around the crystal coffin. Then he stepped back and watched the crystal coffin wrapped in flames seven or eight meters away.

The flame simulated by the power of the yang is extremely hot and can melt gold and iron. Although it requires a lot of spiritual power, Tang Ning has no choice. He must do this!

“All the way…good!”

For some reason, Tang Ning's nose felt a little sore and he felt a pain in his heart.

Everything is unreal, as if it is a dream, but Tang Ning can't forget it. He will always remember that girl who looks like a pure face like a snow lotus and gives people a dreamy feeling very unreal, Princess of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Ling!

"Damn, Tang Ning, what are you doing? It's so cruel, cremation!" The sound of footsteps came from behind, and Zhou Yu's teasing sounded. Soon he heard him say in surprise: "Where is the red shore flower? Where is the stars? Where is the silver light? The evil power is gone!"

On the back of the left, the door of the tomb chamber was opened, and the three of them walked quickly to Tang Ning.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm also talking about it. Originally, the three of us were exploring. But for some reason, at the beginning, the Broken Dragon Stone suddenly fell, blocking the way. Jin Xiaoxiao, under the Broken Dragon Stone, there is no need to find it. Only when the information about the mechanism in the tomb chamber destroyed itself will the Broken Dragon Stone be touched. Several places are like this. There is only one road that can be opened. We follow that road and we are here."

"But, you kid is quite fast, you finish your work so quickly. What are you waiting for? Go back and pack up your treasures, and retreat quickly!" Zhou Yu said, looking around. Jiang Tao also pretended to be calm, but his slightly uneasy eyes betrayed him. This place is indeed a nightmare for those who have experienced a collapse, and a nightmare that they don't want to think of. Jin Xiaoxiao is really calm. Looking at the raging flames on the stone platform, he thought again, how did the fire burn?

"You go and clean up first, take away whatever you can. In half an hour, we will make a round outside the tomb."

"Okay. But be careful yourself. I always feel that this place is still very evil."

"Um."

The three of them left and could vaguely hear Zhou Yu saying to Jin Xiaoxiao: "It's a pity. You didn't see the girl in the coffin. She is really beautiful. She is a real ancient person. The girls and ladies in the costume films that are shot in modern times are all scumbags. There is no comparison at all."

"Yes, I didn't expect that Boss Xiao Tang was so quick to destroy the body! It's a pity..."

The sound became weaker and the footsteps became farther and farther.

Tang Ning stared at the burning crystal coffin, and the flames reflected his face red. He was waiting.
Chapter completed!