Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 937 The Heart of Heaven (4)

"Benefits and blessings depend on it, blessings and sorrows, and you don't have to worry too much. It is a blessing or a curse. No one can say clearly. This heart, though, may bring you endless killing. Robbery, but if you use it properly, you may also be able to usher in a life. You must remember that you must not believe in your heart. Otherwise, you will be robbed and the abyss will be lost." Shen Huang looked at Ye Qingxi, The language is long-lasting.

"Thank God's advice, the disciples are remembered in the heart." Ye Qingyi thanked the gods.

Nowadays, Ye Qingyi just wants to know, what is the so-called heart of the heavens in his body, how is it going, how does it enter his own body, who belongs to himself, why he has become the heart of heaven. The container, to support the heart by yourself, and behind the scenes, what is the existence.

"Qing, my last remaining force has been exhausted... Hope, you can remember that you are a descendant of Shenhuang. If you encounter any difficulties, you don't have to back down, you can go forward." At this moment, Shenhuang The voice is suddenly weak.

As early as tens of thousands of years ago, Shenhuang had fallen, and this last trace of wreckage was only to find the only descendant.

Nowadays, Shenhuang has completed his wish and no regrets.

"Shen Huang adults..."

I don't know why, looking at the phoenix that is about to dissipate, Ye Qingying's heart is a bit of sadness.

Immediately, Ye Qingyi knees on his knees and bows toward Shenhuang: "Thank you for being an ancestor of Shenhuang... The disciple is a descendant of Shenhuang, and he will never forget it."

"Good..." Shen Huang was grateful: "When I am dying, give your teacher a last gift."

Between the words, the red-red luster suddenly rushed out and penetrated into Ye Qing’s body.

Immediately, this red-red luster instantly wraps Ye Qing’s heart of the narration, a force that is powerful to the limit, and completely seals the heart of heaven.

"Shen Huang adults..."

Ye Qingying looked at Shenhuang, the last trace of the remnant, it was at the last moment, but still thinking for himself.

"Oh... unfortunately... my strength has already passed away in endless years. Otherwise, it may be possible to wipe out the heart of heaven... Qing, you remember, this heart has been temporarily sealed by me. However, it can't last too long, and during this time, it will not be able to continue to devour your cultivation, and during this time, you can make yourself stronger."

As the voice of the gods and phoenixes fell, the reddish figure in the void of the sky became more and more dim, until it became an invisible energy, and it was inside the palace.

"Shen Huang adults..."

Seeing that Shenhuang has completely dissipated, Ye Qingying looks slightly more complicated.

However, Ye Qingzhen discovered that the last remaining remnant of the phoenix, although it has disappeared, but the residual energy was imprisoned by the palace.

"If... I can get the soul beads..."

Ye Qing muttered in his mouth, thoughtfully.

Still not waiting for Ye Qingxuan to think deeply, the sky and the earth seem to be reversed instantly.

It seems as if you are blinking for an instant, it seems to be a whole century.

When Ye Qingyi opened his eyes again, he had already come outside the palace, and the palace, as if it had been hidden by a huge force, had nowhere to be found.

After the inheritance of Shenhuang, Ye Qingyi was finally passed down.

(End of this chapter)