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

"Boom boom..."

However, at this moment, violent energy fluctuations suddenly erupted in the Valley of Myriad Tribulations.

In an ancient palace, a raging fire was burning, and the hot temperature spread instantly, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Even the pattern protecting the palace was instantly burned.

"what!"

The Son of Myriad Tribulation Valley soared into the sky, his body was covered in scorching flames, like a burning man who had just crawled out of the magma, he let out a scream and shouted in panic, "Master, save me!"

The fear of the strange fire finally disturbed his Dao Heart, and made the Xuanhuang Yan, which he was refining, completely out of control and backlash in his body.

This voice instantly attracted the attention of everyone in the Valley of Myriad Tribulations.

They looked at the burning man in the sky, their faces were horrified, and they didn't react for a while.

However, although the great elder in the bamboo forest was astonished and shocked, he reacted quickly.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly appeared in the sky, only ten feet away from the Holy Son of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations.

"how so!"

The scorching temperature made the Great Elder startled.

He hastily waved his sleeves, and all the ice-attributed spring water and spiritual liquid in the ring poured down like a torrential rain towards the Holy Son of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations.

At the same time, several other elders who were retreating also appeared here in an instant, and their speed was extremely terrifying. After seeing the scene in front of them, they rushed to rescue them.

It's just that the speed at which the strange fire burns is also very fast.

"what!"

Amidst the screams of the Holy Son of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations, before the ice-type spring water and spiritual liquid fell on him, the strange fire had completely burned him to ashes.

Not even the body remained.

In an instant, the entire Valley of Myriad Tribulations fell into silence, and everyone looked at all this in astonishment, as if time had stood still.

They couldn't believe that their holy son died like this.

So suddenly!

"Disciple!"

Watching the holy son of the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations die in front of him, the great elder suddenly became heartbroken, and seemed to have aged hundreds of years in an instant.

He retreated again and again, if not for a few personal disciples who came forward to help him, he would have almost fallen from the void, and kept shaking his head and muttering: "How...how could this be..."

He could not accept the result.

Not only did the Valley of Myriad Tribulations consume a lot of resources to cultivate the Son of God, but he also worked hard to teach him since he was a child, and now he died so suddenly.

This made him feel very unreal, and he suspected that he had become obsessed with cultivation and had fallen into hallucinations.

"Pfft!"

Under the great grief, the Great Elder of Myriad Tribulation Valley couldn't bear the blow, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and passed out directly.

This hit him really too big.

"Master!"

His few direct disciples all exclaimed, and their faces changed suddenly.

The Seventh Elder of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations is a pharmacist. After seeing this, he reacted from the shock and quickly stepped forward to check the status of the Great Elder, and then stuffed a elixir into his mouth.

And squeezed out a dharma seal, penetrated into his body, protecting the meridians.

"The energy and blood are overwhelming, hurry up and take him back to rest." The Seventh Elder said in a deep voice.

The few direct disciples of the Great Elder Wanjiegu heard the words, none of them dared to neglect, and hurriedly sent him back to the bamboo forest just now to cultivate.

"The Holy Son is dead, what should we do now?" Many other elders in the Valley of Ten Thousand Tribulations also asked with extremely solemn expressions.

No one expected that such a thing would happen suddenly.

"Block the news!"

The Second Elder of Myriad Tribulation Valley said in a deep voice, "Investigate the cause of the death of the Holy Son at the same time!"

He couldn't believe that the Holy Son really died because of refining the strange fire, and suspected that there were other reasons.

Many elders nodded after hearing the words, having the same idea in their hearts.

......

After Qin Feng left Qixia Sect with Huo Ling'er, he found a secret place to check the bronze plate he had just obtained, to see if he could get more information.

However, after three days, Qin Feng was disappointed. Apart from the different laws of heaven and earth from the Eternal Continent, he couldn't get anything more from the bronze plate.

But there is also good news, because of the new understanding of the law of heaven and earth, his cultivation level has been raised by a small level, and he has reached the third heaven of the Creation Realm.

This is also a surprise.

"In this trip to Tianmang Domain, although we failed to catch some demon clans and throw them into the nine-storey demon tower, we broke through two small realms, so our goal has been achieved." Qin Feng said in his heart very satisfied.

After all, whether compared with ordinary monks or saint sons, his cultivation speed can only be described as against the sky.

After breaking through, Qin Feng and Huo Ling'er took the ancient boat and sailed in the direction of Quyong City while consolidating his cultivation.

However, after they returned to Quyong City, they learned from the second elder of the Tang family that Tang Rui had already left.

"Why did you leave suddenly? Did something happen?" Qin Feng asked suspiciously after hearing this.

"Something really happened."

After a slight pause, the second elder of the Tang family said solemnly, "The Son of Myriad Tribulation Valley is dead. They blocked the news, and it hasn't spread yet."

As the first person in this generation to fall, the Saint Son of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations must have caused a huge commotion in the entire Eternal Continent.

Tang Rui's uncle told him the news immediately, and asked him to rush back to the family immediately to discuss the next business with Wanjiegu.

"That's it!" Qin Feng nodded.

He was not surprised.

Because he used two different fires to burn the phantom of the Holy Son of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations, just to kill him.

"Why are you so calm?" Seeing this, the second elder of the Tang family was puzzled.

The death of the Holy Son of the Valley of Myriad Tribulations was no small matter. Qin Feng was so calm, which made him feel very strange.

"Isn't it normal for a martial artist to die?" Qin Feng asked indifferently.

Hearing the words, the second elder of the Tang family was startled for a moment, and there was a big change in the way he looked at Qin Feng.

Qin Feng is probably the only one who can treat a Saint Child-level figure as an ordinary monk in the entire Eternal Ancient Continent, right?

At this moment, an attendant came to report something important that he needed to deal with quickly, but he didn't continue to chat with Qin Feng, and asked the attendant to send Qin Feng back to his place of residence.

"I don't think I have anything to do in Tianmangyu, and I should leave in a few days."

After returning to the small courtyard, Qin Feng looked at Huo Ling'er and asked, "What are your plans? Do you want to go back to the ancient spirit domain with me?"