Mythological Resurgence: I Can Lay Out the Future in Advance

The light emitted by this lotus leaf is so dazzling, it is like a fierce and extremely brilliant sun suddenly hanging in the sky.

The strong light shone straight down, instantly illuminating the originally dark and gloomy space around it, as if day was coming.

At this time, this lotus leaf stood in front of Yun Qingyue without hesitation with a brave and fearless attitude of facing death.

Faced with the creepy terrifying pressure rolling in front of him, it did not mean to retreat at all. Instead, it tightly closed up all the leaves and protected itself tightly, as if it wanted to use all its strength to protect it. The person behind him.

At this critical moment, the huge lotus leaf was like a brave and fearless warrior, resolutely stepped forward to resist the terrifying pressure sweeping towards Yun Qingyue like a surging sea of ​​mountains and seas!

I saw that the mighty pressure was initially fierce and unstoppable, as if I wanted to swallow everything.

But under the tenacious resistance of the lotus leaf, its momentum gradually slowed down, and the indomitable spirit was finally curbed and weakened.

This precious and short-term breathing opportunity is tantamount to a long drought and rain for Yun Qingyue.

She was able to take the opportunity to take a break and slowly relax a breath of turbid air. The heartstrings that had been tense to the limit also relaxed slightly.

However, although the situation has temporarily turned around, Yun Qingyue knew clearly that the thrilling and terrible crisis in front of her was far from reaching the time to be truly relieved.

As long as you are not careful, even if you are just a trivial negligence or take it lightly in an instant, you are very likely to fall into a desperate situation again, and you may even fall into the bottomless dark abyss and never turn around from now on Day...

At this moment, looking at Yun Qingyue's originally beautiful and white face, it has long lost its former glory, replaced by a pale color as white as paper, with no blood at all, as if it were all over her body All vitality has been ruthlessly withdrawn, leaving only an empty body.

And her once beautiful and charming eyes were now occupied by fear.

The originally bright and clear eyes now seemed to be covered by a thick layer of dark clouds, revealing endless fear and panic. That deep look of panic was like an indelible mark, deeply engraved in the depths of her eyes.

Even though she tried desperately to cover up or forget this fear, the invisible and invisible hand, which was invisible but extremely powerful, seemed to have embedded it tightly there, and no matter how hard she tried, it would be difficult to erase it.

She widened her eyes, her eyes as if she was strongly attracted by a magnet, locking tightly on the mysterious and ancient coffin.

Her eyes were full of curiosity and fear, as if she wanted to use her gaze to penetrate the heavy coffin to reveal the secrets hidden in it.

However, although she tried her best to stare at the coffin, she could not see clearly what was hidden inside.

As time passed by, her body gradually lost control of herself. An inexplicable force made her start to tremble violently involuntarily, just like a lonely leaf in the strong wind, which could be blown to the ground by the strong wind at any time and be smashed to pieces.

At the same time, a biting chill ran up along her spine like a ferocious beast.

The chill came in a fierce manner and rushed into her mind in the blink of an eye and spread at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, she felt that her thoughts seemed to be frozen, and all her thoughts became slow and stiff, and they could not function properly at all.

Yun Qingyue widened her eyes and looked at the seemingly ordinary coffin with horror. She felt like a storm in her heart.

She really couldn't understand how this ordinary coffin in front of her could release such a creepy and terrifying terrifying pressure!

The pressure seemed to be the endless dark power that surged out from the Nine Nether Hell, cold and cruel, sweeping towards Yun Qingyue with a surging force.

Its strength has exceeded the limits that human imagination can reach. It is like a towering and majestic mountain that lies in front of the clouds and is scattered in front of the clouds and clear moon.

The oppression brought by this "mountain" was extremely heavy, which made her almost suffocate and even her breathing became extremely difficult.

Under the cover of such terrifying pressure, Yun Qingyue felt that she was as small as an insignificant ant.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and an unprecedented sense of despair and helplessness surged deep in her heart. This pressure was completely unfamiliar and unfamiliar to Yun Qingyue, but for some reason, it gave her a illusion of familiarity.

Yun Qingyue frowned tightly and fell into deep thoughts.

She tried hard to recall whether she had encountered similar breaths or scenes somewhere, but her mind was blank and she could not find any memory clues related to it.

However, that vague sense of familiarity always lingers in her heart and lingers, making her feel more confused and uneasy.

At that moment, it seemed as if a lightning flashed through the dark night sky, and a light of inspiration suddenly shone through her mind.

This spiritual light was like the dawn before dawn, dispelling the mist, making her finally clearly realize what this strange feeling that was lingering in her heart and lingering.

She widened her eyes and recalled incredibly the thrilling experience she had encountered outside the Qing Emperor's Mausoleum.

The terrifying saint's pressure was like a heavy mountain pressing on his body, making people breathless. But now, she was shocked to find that the pressure she felt at this moment actually had a surprising similarity to it!

However, as she felt and compared further and carefully, a creepy fear gradually climbed up to her heart.

Because she realized in horror that the power contained in the pressure in front of her was far beyond the limit that the saint could reach!

It is no exaggeration to say that if the most powerful saint in the legend is compared to a trickle of water, then the pressure she endured at this time is simply a surging ocean and a vast ocean, and the gap between the two is like a world of ​​The difference is completely incomparable!

There is no doubt that this must be the great emperor's pressure that is terrified and terrified in the legend!

When this terrible thought passed through Yun Qingyue's mind like lightning, she suddenly felt a biting chill like a cold poisonous snake, winding up along the spine.

In an instant, her heart seemed to be tightly grabbed by an invisible hand, and then ruthlessly threw it down the abyss.

The heart, which was originally full of hope and courage, sank straight into the valley of endless darkness, as if there was no trace of light and warmth.

At the same time, a sharp, harsh and deafening sirens exploded in the depths of her mind like thunder!