Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 1239 is true or false (1)

Ling Yan chuckled, "Ye Ye is both trying to fight against the ancient family of He, and she is alone in her own strength."

"So, really, is your plan well?" Xiaoqinglong slightly widened his eyes, and this spirit can be calculated from a distance of thousands of miles away.

Ling Yan smiled, but did not respond.

In the Temple of Shadows, Ye Qingyi returned to the temple, and it was at this moment to recall everything that was only in the dark hall. It was also a frightening battle. If it was not spiritually known to pray for the curse, I was afraid that Ye Qingyi had already Dew stuffing.

Thinking of this, Ye Qingyi could not help but take the sound stone out.

"Ling Yan."

"Well, I am." Ling Yan slightly lazy voice, sounded inside the self-transmission stone.

"Thank you." Ye Qing said.

Ling Yan chuckled, "If Ye Zhen really wants to thank me, how can it be better?"

The slightest touch of Ye Qingqi’s rise was instantly squandered by the words of Ling Yan.

Let's make a ghost!

"Ye's girl has slightly calmed down the sorrow and the suspicion of several kings, but their doubts have not dissipated. Ye is in the shadow temple and needs to learn some behaviors of the shadow temple. ......" Ling Yan said a turn.

Ye Qingzhen was serious now.

"I don't know much about the Lord of the Shadows."

"Ye girl just listens to me, the shadow of the temple, the character is very elusive, and always smiles on weekdays..." Ling Yan slowly introduced some shadow temples to Ye Qingzhen Behavior pattern.

The Holy Sepulchre of the Temple of the Shadows, once the top powerhouse of this continent, is a slender woman, but no one dares to offend her.

The most fearful thing about the Lord is her moody mood, which is that she has a smile on her face all the time, but when she kills, she never has a wave of sorrow.

It is the face of the second domain powerhouse, she is also between talking and laughing, bloody.

Has been secretly called by many people, smiling death.

Ye Qingxuan listened carefully to the introduction of Ling Yan, and probably had a little bottom in her heart.

After talking with Ling Yan for a while, the two of them broke the connection.

In just one day, Ye Qingzhen was really thrilling. Under the influence of the shadow temple, the slightest carelessness was the end of death, and the most terrible thing was the death and several kings. She has already doubted her production. If she is wrong, it is the desperate death.

If it is possible, Ye Qingzhen really wants to leave this place as soon as possible.

Just as far as the current situation is concerned, she is afraid that she will not be able to go.

Only by a little bit of eliminating their suspicions can they protect themselves.

Among the shadow temples, in the empty hall, watching the black bone throne, there is no expression on the face.

Under the darkness, above the black bone throne, there was an illusory figure.

The gaze of dying has changed slightly.

A slight footstep suddenly came, and when he died, he raised his hand and waved. The phantom shadow on the black bone throne disappeared without a trace.

"The Son." An old man with his back on his back slowly came. He had a large black cloak on his body, but there was a white bone on his back, and the cloak was punctured and exposed.

"The man, how do you say that?" He turned to look at the old man.

The old man is the master of the law enforcement of the Shadow Temple. He is good at all kinds of torture. He has thousands of ways to knock on the tightest mouth in the world.

(End of this chapter)