The Qihuang Heart Sutra records that the qi of emperors is the breath that only emperors have.

In ancient times, Huangdi had the aura of emperor!

This kind of energy is revered by all people and worshipped by them, and is somewhat similar to the incense energy.

However, the emperor is the chosen one of heaven, and is blessed by heavenly fortune, so the emperor's aura is more terrifying than the power of incense.

"The tomb of an emperor of the Ming Dynasty under this Jingshan Mountain. I didn't expect that more than six hundred years later, this imperial aura still exists."

A sudden joy of excitement suddenly emerged.

This emperor's aura is more mysterious than the incense aura.

If Ye Mo absorbed it, maybe the bottleneck in the later stage of foundation building will be directly refined by the emperor's aura!

His spiritual consciousness immediately rushed towards the golden air mass on the top of Zijing Mountain.

But before getting close, the emperor's aura seemed to have spirituality. When he noticed Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness, he immediately had a ball of emperor's aura, bombarding Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness.

Bang!

Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness was instantly shattered and was directly swallowed by the emperor's aura.

Ye Mo's throat turned sweet, and blood gushed out of his dantian, and he swallowed it.

From the outside, Ye Mo's body shook slightly and his face suddenly turned pale, so Lin Shiman didn't notice it.

"What a terrible emperor's aura!"

Ye Mo took a deep breath and suppressed the tumbling blood.

His spiritual consciousness was swallowed before he could touch the emperor's aura. Therefore, his sea of ​​consciousness was hit and he would probably have to rest for two or three days.

"It seems that with my current strength in the middle stage of foundation building, I can't absorb this imperial aura at all!"

Ye Mo smiled bitterly.

But it’s right to think about it. The emperor’s aura is formed by the thoughts of the emperor in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.

During the Ming Dynasty, the population was more than 60 million, and at its peak, it was 1.5 billion!

How terrifying is the emperor's aura gathered by so many people?

Even after more than six hundred years, this imperial aura has been eroded and decayed by time, but it is something that Ye Mo cannot touch at present.

Ye Mo shook his head. The feeling of such a treasure was right in front of him, but he couldn't touch it made him very upset.

He withdrew his eyes, sighed slightly to the sky, and then his expression was stunned.

I saw a golden air ball floating above Shenlie Mountain under his eyes.

That is also the aura of the emperor!

"Is it possible... there is also an imperial tomb under this Shenlie Mountain?!"

"Or why is there an imperial aura over Shenlie Mountain?"

Ye Mo stared at the golden air ball, his eyes kept turning:

"No, the imperial aura of this Shenlie Mountain is much smaller than that of Zijing Mountain, only one-tenth of this!"

"Can't this emperor be buried under the Shenlie Mountain?"

"Shiman, do you know anything about this Shenlie Mountain?" Ye Mo looked at Lin Shiman.

"Of course, I had read history books before I did this project!" Lin Shiman held her hair behind her ears:

"It is said that this Shenlie Mountain is the burial tomb of Zijing Mountain's imperial tomb. At the deepest point, the concubines and eunuchs who buried the emperor."

"I have also read some unofficial history and said that there was a prince buried under the Shenlie Mountain!"

"The prince was both virtuous and talented, and was widely loved by the people. He had been canonized and announced to the world, but he suddenly died not long after the canonization. What a pity."

Lin Shiman sighed lightly.

"Prince?"
Chapter completed!