Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

"Too much!"

A tingling sensation flowed through her body like an electric current, making Ao Lan feel comfortable.

But for some reason, her dragon-shaped face couldn't help but turn slightly red.

'Why can you always find such a weird acupuncture point! '

More importantly, even Ao Lan didn't know that there was such a strange acupuncture point on her body.

And as if it was full of electricity, after a strange feeling flowed through her body, Ao Lan actually felt that her speed had also been greatly improved.

"Swoosh."

The wind passed by, and Ao Lan's speed increased several times in an instant!

"So fast, so fast, so fast!"

Chu Qingyue, who was sitting on the dragon, sat softly in Nie Chen's arms. Not only were the two not affected at all, but they felt very comfortable in the cool wind.

But the Flower Saint who grabbed Ao Lan's dragon tail was completely different.

The situation inside the imperial mausoleum was extremely strange. Not only could the space method not be used, but even flying in the wind would be under extremely great pressure.

So she never had the chance to sit on Ao Lan and "squeeze" with Nie Chen and Chu Qingyue.

Originally, it was not bad, but the sudden acceleration caught the Saint of Flowers off guard.

The hurricane kept passing by quickly from both sides, and the golden hair was constantly fluttering in the wind, and even the thin dress was constantly shaking in the wind.

And the most important thing is...

Being in the sky, the Saint of Flowers used all her strength to hold down the skirt with her other hand, and her pretty face was almost completely red.

After all, if she couldn't hold it down...

"Nie Chen, I hate you!"

Unfortunately, the Saint of Flowers' shouts soon became messy in the wind and scattered with the wind.

As Ao Lan's speed increased suddenly, the corpses of the emperors who failed to react missed the best opportunity.

The originally extremely tight encirclement was actually torn open by force.

The hurricane that swept around was easily swept away, and the last door was already in front of them.

Emperor Yifeng was still firmly trapped in the small world evolved by the Xuanji chessboard.

He was obviously angry and kept trying to break free to stop Nie Chen and others from moving forward.

The terrifying power of the emperor was far beyond imagination.

Even if the Xuanji chessboard was of extremely high grade, it was difficult to control it completely.

Time was running out.

"Wife, let's get ready together."

Looking at the seemingly solid door, Nie Chen said loudly.

"Yeah."

Chu Qingyue nodded slightly, exuding a hint of coldness.

Ao Lan's speed was still slowly increasing, and he was getting closer and closer to the door.

From other angles, it seemed that he was about to hit the door.

And at this moment, Nie Chen suddenly emerged with a majestic aura.

"White Feather Dharma Image!"

The White Feather Dharma Image from the system mall and the golden Dharma Image summoned by himself appeared in the air at the same time.

The two Dharma Images did their best to crush down without hesitation.

And Chu Qingyue also took action at this moment.

A sword was slashed out, and the sky-high sword light was wrapped in endless chill, slashing towards the gate.

The awe-inspiring imperial power of this sword seemed to be able to condense everything into ice, and then completely tear it apart.

"Flower Saint Elephant!"

Without any communication, the Flower Saint, who grabbed Ao Lan's dragon tail with one hand and covered her skirt with the other hand in shame, also shouted out in shame and anger.

The light in the sky was bright and the pressure was overwhelming.

The combined force of the three people actually crushed at the same time.

Two emperors, plus Nie Chen's terrifying power that was far beyond the same realm,

the tyrannical impact force actually made the gate shake instantly.

"Try harder!"

As Nie Chen raised his finger, the golden Dharma image burst out with all his strength.

Finally, the door was actually opened a crack, and the seal runes flowing on it were also broken in a short time.

This kind of opportunity must be seized.

Those mysterious lines kept communicating with each other, and stretched out silk threads as if to repair the connection and close the door again.

But in this extremely short gap, Ao Lan also completely burst out at full speed.

A dragon roar echoed in the depths of the imperial mausoleum.

Although the gap opened by the door was getting smaller and smaller, Ao Lan burst out with unprecedented speed.

"Roar!"

Just before the door was about to close, Ao Lan actually seized the opportunity and rushed directly into it.

"Bang." The door suddenly closed, and Ao Lan finally succeeded in entering.

Only the Flower Saint who was originally holding Ao Lan's tail fell behind.

The moment the door closed, people entered it.

But the precious embroidered shoes on her feet were directly clamped.

"Ouch."

The Flower Saint stumbled and rolled down.

The embroidered shoes were clamped by the door, and her body rolled a few times and fell to the ground.

A crystal white jade foot was bare, and there was no shoe.

"Finally got in, woooo~"

The nose of the Saint of Flowers felt sore, and she almost cried.

As a Saint of the Holy Land, a powerful emperor, she had never been so embarrassed except when she was bullied by Chu Qingyue.

Now her shoes are gone, and she almost exposed herself just now. This trip to the Emperor's Mausoleum is too difficult!

"Saint, calm down."

Nie Chen was also amused by the pitiful look of Saint of Flowers, and couldn't help but comfort her.

After all, she didn't even have time to sit on Ao Lan's body. She was suspended in the air in the dangerous imperial mausoleum. It was indeed a bit miserable...

I don't know what kind of physique the Saint of Flowers is.

She obviously inherited the sacred majesty of the Saint of the Holy Land, so why does it seem that she is the one who gets hurt every time?

Ao Lan also turned into a human form and hurriedly touched his little dragon tail.

The Saint of Flowers was so pitiful just now, but her tail was being pulled all the time, and she was also in great pain!

Looking at each other with tears in their eyes, the Saint of Flowers and Ao Lan felt sorry for each other and wanted to hug each other and cry.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Emperor Yifeng outside roared and completely broke free from the shackles of the Xuanji chessboard.

Under his leadership, many corpses of the emperors continued to rush to the gate.

But when they arrived at the gate, they stopped at the same time.

Even Emperor Yifeng, who was leading all the emperors in front, also stopped. His blood-red eyes stared at the gate, but he did not move forward.

"It seems that they will not enter this door."

Nie Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the situation was as he expected.

But...

"However, what exactly caused such a change in the imperial mausoleum?"

Nie Chen and Chu Qingyue looked around at the same time. The gate was pitch black, as cold as the abyss.

And in the deepest darkness, Nie Chen finally saw a ray of light.

A small golden ball flashed with holy light, and golden liquid slowly flowed down.

But now, this golden ball seemed to be corroded, revealing strands of scarlet blood!