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

"Want to escape from my master?" Han Feiyu said coldly.

He flew out of the ancient ship, holding a bow and arrow, and chased after those demon cultivators.

Chu Nian and many companions also became interested and chased after them.

Although they have no interest in beheading the demons to protect the human race, they enjoy the pleasure of hunting in this kind of man-made fish and me as a sword.

Seeing this, the old woman didn't follow, she took the ancient boat and followed quietly behind.

Even if Chu Nian and others are given space to practice, they can also immediately rescue them when they are in danger.

In the following time, a hunt unfolded in the mountains.

Chu Nian and Han Feiyu walked in the air, chasing continuously, and once they caught up with Moxiu, they sacrificed their weapons and slashed towards the dense forest below.

Those demon cultivators were constantly being beheaded. Although they were very fast after using the demon secret technique, their strength was still too weak.

"Pfft!"

Soon, another demon cultivator was shot and killed by Han Feiyu.

Of those magicians who pretended to be mercenaries, there was only the last one left.

But the ruins have finally arrived.

"Boss help! Boss!"

After the demon cultivator entered the ruins, he rushed towards the hall desperately, and screamed in panic.

"It seems that there is a strong demon cultivator hidden in the hall." Seeing this, a woman said.

"At most, it's only the fourth level of the Tiangang Realm, and it's not worth mentioning." Han Feiyu said disdainfully.

At the same time, he drew his bow and set an arrow, and then shot it out.

Made of special materials, the arrows blessed by the pattern, carrying violent energy, arrived in an instant.

"laugh..."

The body-protecting demonic energy outside the demon's body was pierced, he was shot to death with an arrow, and he was nailed to the steps of the main hall.

Han Feiyu's arrow technique hit all three shots, and he was immediately praised by his companions.

There was also an unconcealable arrogance on his face.

At this time, Qin Feng, who had taken away all the demon seeds in the treasury, also slowly walked out of the hall.

He was not surprised when he looked at the corpse on the steps in front of him, and Chu Nian and others in midair.

Because when he was in the treasure house, his powerful spiritual sense had already detected the movement outside.

"Huh? Are you the boss of these demon cultivators?" Han Feiyu asked coldly.

Seeing Qin Feng walking out of the hall, he reflexively thought that Qin Feng was the one who commanded those demon cultivators.

But he was a little puzzled, because he didn't feel the aura of a strong man from Qin Feng, and he looked like a very ordinary monk.

"Before asking, don't look first, am I a demon cultivator?" Qin Feng frowned slightly.

He is upright and looks harmless to humans and animals.

Does it look like those demon cultivators who are everywhere?

Han Feiyu was startled, and after careful inspection, he found that although there was an astonishing amount of devilish energy rolling around Qin Feng, there was no trace of devilish energy on Qin Feng's body.

However, with his personality, it is naturally impossible to admit that he was wrong, and he snorted coldly: "Hmph! Even if you are not a demon cultivator, but you appear here, you must be accomplices with those demon cultivators!"

"That's right, let's suppress him first."

Chu Nian also said: "I feel like I have seen him somewhere before, maybe he has sneaked into some temple, and I will be able to interrogate a lot of useful things from him."

"Makes sense."

Many of her companions nodded their heads.

Although it is not clear what relationship Qin Feng has with Moxiu, it is impossible for Qin Feng to have such a great background in this small Qingyao Domain.

Even if you accidentally kill the wrong one, it's no big deal.

"Boom!"

Han Feiyu directly sacrificed an ancient pagoda and went towards Qin Feng to suppress it.

There are various ancient patterns on the entire ancient pagoda, exuding blue light, and amazing fluctuations. After absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, it quickly becomes like a small hill.

This is an eighth-rank high-grade spiritual weapon, and under the environment of good luck, no one can resist it.

"It seems that you are used to being superior when you have a disagreement." Qin Feng's eyes showed a chill.

His figure rose into the sky, ignoring the suppressed ancient pagoda above, and the sword intent surged out of his body, like a vast river, surging endlessly.

"Crack!"

The ancient pagoda that was suppressed like a hill, after touching the sword intent outside Qin Feng's body, a large number of cracks appeared in an instant, spreading like a spider's web.

Then it shattered and turned into a large number of fragments, which fell to the ground.

"what!"

This scene shocked Chu Nian and the others all of a sudden, and the pride on their faces was instantly replaced by shock.

It was an eighth-rank high-grade spiritual weapon, sacrificed with Han Feiyu's cultivation base, and it was easy to suppress practitioners below the Creation Realm.

Even if it can't be suppressed, it shouldn't be smashed so easily!

"You... don't tell me you're at the Good Fortune Realm?" Han Feiyu asked in disbelief.

It seemed impossible to him.

Because even among the many Saint Child level figures, few of them could step into the Creation Realm at Qin Feng's age.

However, Qin Feng didn't bother to answer this question at all. He stood in mid-air and looked at Chu Nian and the others opposite him. The sword energy surging around his body instantly condensed into sword spirits.

"Stop me!"

The old woman who was following behind in an ancient boat had sensed the danger and rushed over quickly.

Her indifferent voice was deafeningly blessed by spiritual energy, and said: "If you dare to hurt them even a little bit, I will never spare you!"

Her face was very ugly, she didn't expect that there were monks from the Good Fortune Realm here.

Chu Nian is the granddaughter of the elder of the Eternal God Court, and several other people from different holy places, even if their status is not as good as Chu Nian, they are not far behind, they are all very noble.

If she is not protected well, she may be executed.

"is it?"

Qin Feng heard the threat, and sneered, "I want to try it even more after you say that."

As his words fell, thousands of sword souls condensed and formed burst out in an instant, attacking Chu Nian and others without the slightest mercy.

"Bold!"

The old woman who was still some distance away was furious when she saw this, she couldn't care less, she spurted out a mouthful of blood, which turned into bloody aura, and rushed towards Chu Nian and the others.

Chu Nian and the others were already pale with fright, but under the huge desire to survive, they hurriedly sacrificed all their life-saving spiritual weapons.

There are even ninth-order spiritual weapons, which exude extremely astonishing fluctuations.

Want to resist the thousands of sword souls.