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

"If you give up now, wouldn't this trial of the Holy Path be in vain?"

Hearing Linglu's inquiry, Qin Feng asked with a light smile, "How should I integrate?"

"Just put your palm on the wordless stele." Linglu said immediately.

Qin Feng nodded, came to the wordless stele, put his palm on it, and felt the vicissitudes of time more clearly.

At the same time, he opened the saint's coffin in the system space, and Gu Xi inside was lying among a large number of natural treasures to improve his strength.

"Boom boom..."

In Qin Feng's palm, the moment he touched the wordless stele, there seemed to be endless Tao and reason, order and law, rushing out like a vast river.

These are the lifelong realizations of that sage.

The astonishing breath of the holy way spread to the entire secret realm in an instant.

All the monks looked at the peak, but they didn't know what happened on the peak, and even the light curtain outside the secret realm didn't show the situation of the peak.

Under normal circumstances, the Tao and reason, order and law emerging from the wordless stele would enter Qin Feng's body.

But because Qin Feng opened up the system space.

= They all directly entered the system space, the body of Gu Xi lying in the coffin of the saint.

He didn't expect Gu Xi to be able to become a saint through this. After all, Gu Xi was unconscious, but as long as he could improve Gu Xi, it would be better than wasting it.

Moreover, Gu Xi is bound with the heart of a puppet, if a little spiritual wisdom is born in the future, the improvement of Gu Xi will be even greater.

"Sure enough, no one can resist the temptation to become a saint in the future." Seeing this, Linglu said slowly.

He thought Qin Feng was an exception.

But now it seems that I think too much.

The temptation of sanctification is so great that no one can refuse.

"Shh!"

And at this moment, the light on the stele had dimmed.

The seemingly endless sacred text inside also lost its light, and it would take a thousand years to recover.

In the system space, Gu Xi, who was lying in the saint's coffin, was now surrounded by the breath of the holy way, and looked quite like a dead saint.

Seeing this, Qin Feng took his hand away from the stele.

"Now the secret realm should be closed."

Seeing this, Linglu opened his mouth slowly, and said to Qin Feng: "I hope you can inherit the will of the saint and make further progress on this road of martial arts."

While speaking, it turned into countless rays of light and dissipated in the secret realm.

At the same time, countless rays of light fell from the sky, falling on each monk in the secret realm, and emitting a powerful formation.

"Shh! Shh! Shh!"

In the next moment, everyone was enveloped in light and disappeared into the secret realm. When they reappeared, they were already in the Holy Spirit Academy.

Thousands of Tianjiao entered this holy trial, but now except for those who died and those who gave up early, there are only less than a hundred people left, and they have become the focus of everyone's attention.

But the most eye-catching one is none other than Qin Feng.

He was dressed in white, with the appearance of a fairy, and now he was blessed with the halo of passing the trial of the holy way. Everyone looked at him intently, and their eyes were full of shock.

"The future saint is actually right in front of my eyes!"

"Hiss... Who would have thought that Qin Feng, who had just broken through to the Void Refining Realm not long ago, would be able to pass the trial of the Holy Path."

"It's amazing!"

Countless eyes were locked on Qin Feng's body, it felt like a dream.

Before today's trial of the holy way began, who would have thought that such a result would turn out to be such a result.

The saintess of the Misty Palace and Jin Yulu all failed, and the person who passed the test of the holy way was actually the little-known Qin Feng on Guyun Peak.

"As expected of the man I'm looking for, he's really amazing!" A female monk looked at Qin Feng and said intently.

"Some people don't know Mount Tai with their eyes, and they actually despise Mr. Qin several times. If I were him, I would have no face to stay here."

Some girls also looked towards the direction of Feng Mu, the god son of the Feng family, and those powerful people from the major holy places and top forces from the corner of their eyes.

Many women have echoed.

Fengmu and the others didn't take Qin Feng seriously before, and felt that Qin Feng was indecisive and difficult to achieve. They kept it in their hearts, so naturally they had to make fun of it now.

Feng Mu's face was already very ugly, but now when he heard these voices, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his face was livid, almost turning into the color of a pig's liver.

The old princes of the Gugan Holy Dynasty also had burning pain on their faces, as if they had been slapped.

"Qin Feng, are you not injured?" After recovering from the shock, Mo Yuan, the dean of the Holy Spirit Academy, took a step forward and came to Qin Feng's side in an instant and asked.

Just now Qin Feng used Shenhui to severely injure Jin Yulu, he was worried that Qin Feng would be backlashed.

"No, thank you Dean for your concern." Qin Feng said with a light smile.

Some other elders also stepped forward one after another, looking at him, all smiling from ear to ear.

The Holy Spirit Academy has no hope at all for this trial of the holy way, and only hopes that some students can reach the holy mountain.

As a result, Qin Feng had actually passed the test of the holy way, which was a great surprise to them.

However, other people immediately surrounded him.

"I don't know if Mr. Qin was ever married. The jewel in the palm of my dynasty is missing a son-in-law." A prince of the Panwu Dynasty in Lingbei said impatiently.

"Our suzerain's daughter is also short of a Taoist companion."

An elder from the Lingnan sect stepped forward and said, not to be outdone, "If Mr. Qin is willing, the future suzerain will be yours!"

In their eyes, Qin Feng is a saint in the future, so he must win him over well.

Tang Rui and Chu Xianxian wanted to go forward to congratulate Qin Feng, but before they got close, they were squeezed out by the surrounding crowd, and Chu Xianxian stamped his feet angrily.

"Uh..." Hearing these voices, Qin Feng couldn't help being speechless.

He has no interest in these so-called imperial sects.