I, the deposed prince, signed in the imperial mausoleum for a thousand years

"You are the Nirvana Realm powerhouse who shot just now? You can take away my weapon, who are you!" The eyes of the gray-robed old man were full of unbelievable shock.

He ignored Qin Feng from the beginning.

Because Qin Feng was too young, he didn't associate Qin Feng with a strong person at all.

It wasn't until Qin Feng took the golden clock into his hands just now that he finally understood.

The other monks also had their eyes widened, full of disbelief.

Only at this time did they finally realize that Qin Feng's refusal to let them take action was really out of kindness.

Those who wanted to kill Qin Feng and curry favor with Ling Changxiao were extremely thankful that they didn't make a move.

Otherwise, it would definitely be dead by now.

"You put it away first!" Qin Feng ignored the old man in gray robe and handed the big golden clock to Ling Yundie casually.

"Ah."

Ling Yundie nodded, and then solemnly said: "Next, be careful, the holy artifact is very strong!"

After all, she and Huo Ling'er both consciously backed away to a distance.

They knew that a fierce battle was about to break out, and they couldn't help, they just hoped that Qin Feng would not be dragged down.

"It was you who said you would wait for me to die, right?"

Ling Changxiao stared at Qin Feng, and said with murderous intent: "You have the strength of Nirvana at such a young age, no wonder you are so confident, you must be someone who was just born?"

After he paused, he continued: "Unfortunately, it is impossible for you to kill me today, and you have to pay a heavy price for Ling Yundie's beauty!"

Ling Changxiao was not afraid.

Although those monstrous geniuses are powerful in personal strength, the ones who can make him, a prince of the Great Yu Dynasty, fear must be those with the backing of top forces.

And among the many domains west of Zhongzhou, there is not a single monster in the top power, but he doesn't know, and there is absolutely no one in front of him.

Therefore, Ling Yunxiao speculated that although Qin Feng was a newly born enchanting genius, he was just a casual cultivator with no background, so he didn't take it seriously at all.

As Ling Changxiao's words fell, the gray-robed old man next to him had already taken out the holy artifact he was carrying this time.

It was a jade bottle.

The whole body is azure blue, and it looks very ordinary, not like a holy weapon for killing at all.

"Om..."

And as the gray-robed old man poured spiritual energy into it, the half-sleeping jade bottle began to slowly wake up.

The whole body exudes azure blue light, which is extremely pure, and at the same time, the even more astonishing and terrifying power of the holy way also flows out.

Moreover, there are mysterious and complicated azure blue inscriptions, faintly visible around the jade bottle.

Accompanied by it, the entire sky also began to change color, and it was already dark in the blink of an eye, and there was a deafening thunder sound faintly.

"Holy Artifact! Ling Changxiao was forced to use the Holy Artifact directly!"

"After all, this kid has the cultivation base of Nirvana, the Nirvana spiritual weapon just now can't help him at all, and there is no Nirvana strong in the company.

He can only sacrifice the holy artifact! "

"No matter how strong this kid is, he will never be able to fight against the holy weapon!"

"..."

Many monks present all talked after seeing the jade purification bottle exuding the terrifying coercion of the holy way.

At the same time, they all understood that this place would be very dangerous, they crushed the teleportation scrolls and fled in all directions.

In a blink of an eye, the entire manor became empty.

"Shh!"

And at this moment, the jade bottle trembled slightly, and the light emitted by it became more and more dazzling, and a ray of light rushed out of it quickly, attacking Qin Feng.

That is a wicker!

However, this is not practice, but the power in the jade bottle, condensed.

The wicker quickly grew longer and came towards Qin Feng. Although it looked slender, it gave people a feeling, as if it was more terrifying than the thunder in the thunder calamity.

The terrifying majesty of the holy way shattered all the void along the way.

"Chong!"

However, at this moment, the sound of a sword's cry sounded, which was also faintly mixed with the roar of the demon.

The holy artifact Demon Sword appeared in Qin Feng's hand.

The cultivation technique in Qin Feng's body also changed instantly, it was no longer the Longevity Sutra, but the Desolate Ancient Devil Emperor Art.

The monstrous black sword energy surrounded him, mighty and mighty, the terrifying holy power of the demonic way, and the killing atmosphere contained in it was even more terrifying.

"boom!"

Qin Feng slashed at the oncoming willow with a sword, directly smashing it into countless light spots and dissipating between the heaven and the earth.

The violent energy fluctuations directly swept across hundreds of miles, and the entire manor disappeared in an instant, and even turned into powder.

Not even the ruins remained.

"what!"

This scene directly shocked all the monks. They watched this scene in horror, their eyes filled with disbelief.

As the crown prince of the Dayu Dynasty, Ling Changxiao came to Muyeyu to worship his ancestors this time, so he only had to bring a sacred artifact.

This guardian of Ling Yundie has a holy artifact in his hand!

"Holy Artifact!"

Ling Changxiao's eyes widened, and he said in disbelief, "You... aren't you a casual cultivator?"

He felt a little apprehensive.

If behind Qin Feng is a family from a remote and ancient place, then he will be in trouble.

"Don't guess, I'm just an ordinary casual cultivator, not some ancient saint." Qin Feng saw Ling Changxiao's thoughts, and said a little sarcastically.

"Hmph! Even if you are really some kind of ancient sage, this crown prince will not be afraid."

Ling Changxiao was still talking hard, and then said coldly to the old man in gray robe beside him: "Kill him!"

The old man in gray robe nodded immediately upon hearing this.

At the same time, at this moment, an astonishing imperial luck emerged from the token around his waist.

Although this is not the Great Yu Dynasty, it is the ancestral home of the Great Yu Dynasty after all, so it can still use part of the dynasty's luck.

This is why Ling Changxiao was so confident after seeing Qin Feng possessing the holy artifact.

"Om..."

Under the blessing of the amazing imperial luck, the jade bottle trembled slightly, and the light became more dazzling, and then a willow tree began to grow out of it.

Of course, it is not a physical object, but a special kind of energy and laws, intertwined.

The willow tree was already towering in size in an instant. Countless willow branches swayed in the wind, but each root was full of terrifying murderous intent.

Each wicker contains a very terrifying power, which makes people feel terrified at a glance.