Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 705

Dugu Ye nodded and walked forward, looking up at a small gap on the stone door that seemed quite inconspicuous.

A round notch.

He reached out and slowly shook out the two rings in his hand. Dugu Ye's eyes were still cold, and there was not much mood fluctuation. It seemed that the wealth of the whole sky could be acquired by any country, and it was not so great in his eyes.

"Half a man. " Yunzhao puts down the map in his hand and takes out the ring fragments in his sleeve.

I have tried my best to do countless homework. Today I really get the key. In the meantime, I have been dangerous and resourceful. I really don't want to be a stranger.

"Well. " Well, Dugu Ye didn't say anything superfluous. He slowly reached for two pieces of ring fragments in his hand and stuck them on the gap of the stone gate.

There is nothing to say about the contract that has been signed for a long time. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Aoyun and Xuesheng were one and a half people. They could build a plank road in the Ming Dynasty and live in seclusion. Xuesheng was not so nice to meet.

Three pieces of debris tightly fit on the stone gate which has been empty for four or five hundred years.

There was a flash of dark fire and a thrill.

Everyone will definitely look at the huge stone gate, is it true? Is it fake? Is there really a great treasure, or is everything just a legend of wild history.

The fist tightly clenched, the heart entire raised. No one is not nervous, no one is not excited.

In the bright light of the lights on this side, the three quiet and waveless pieces pieced together into a circular arc suddenly made a light bang.

Then in the eyes of all the people on this side, it slowly turned up.

One, two, three. As if there is an invisible hand, pushing it to rotate, the circle rotates regularly.

Dugu ye and Yun, who were close to the stone gate, called for this, and immediately stepped back two steps, far away.

The stars are shining, and the silver moonlight is shining.

Hazy, hundreds of years did not open the stone gate, in a silver world, came the sound of wheels, slowly opened.