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

"Shh!"

Qin Feng operated Bingzi secrets, directly controlled the ancient pagoda, and took Jun Changye's avatar into it. At the same time, the Haotian Mirror also entered the ancient pagoda, sprinkled water and moonlight, and suppressed Jun Changye's avatar inside.

Don't give it a chance to self-destruct its avatar at all.

"Wow..."

At the same time, Qin Feng flicked his fingers, and threw a ball of geocentric flames into the ancient pagoda, surrounding Jun Changye's avatar.

This will not burn Jun Changye's avatar to death, but it will make him feel the burning pain constantly, and he will not be able to calm down and think about ways to escape from the ancient tower.

"You are so vicious!" Jun Changye roared angrily in the ancient tower, feeling the burning pain of the earth's core flame.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, ignored him at all, and put the ancient pagoda directly into the system space.

The monks above the imperial city saw this scene with more exciting expressions. This terrible battle today greatly shocked their hearts.

It's like the legendary disaster of annihilation, the confrontation between immortals.

"Senior...Senior was suppressed!" Seeing this scene, Liu Qingshan and Yu Hui panicked and kept backing away, unable to accept this reality.

The two of them had great expectations for Jun Changye, and even bet everything. They wanted to wait until Jun Changye came, and they would make their own way. As a result, Jun Changye's avatar was suppressed now. This huge gap made them a little unbearable.

"Shh!"

And at this moment, Qin Feng turned into a long rainbow and returned to the imperial city.

All the monks and soldiers here unconsciously stepped aside, their eyes full of fear and admiration for Qin Feng.

At this moment, they almost firmly believed in their hearts that there was nothing Qin Feng could not solve.

"No...don't kill us...spare my life..." Seeing Qin Feng approaching, Yu Hui and Liu Qingshan begged for mercy in horror, their eyes full of desire to survive.

"Shua!" Qin Feng's expression was ice-cold, and he pointed out, and a sword beam shot out, instantly obliterating both of them.

Blood splattered three feet, and brains splattered.

With the cold wind, the smell of blood quickly diffused.

"thump!"

Under the great fear, Qin Yuanjun was so frightened that he almost peed his pants, kneeled on the ground as soon as his legs softened, and said, "Uncle Huang, spare your life! Uncle Huang, spare your life!"

"I won't kill you." Qin Feng glanced at this guy and said calmly.

When Qin Yuanjun heard this, a look of astonishment first appeared on his face, and immediately, as if he had received an amnesty, he wanted to kowtow to thank Qin Feng for not killing him.

But at this moment, Qin Feng had already spoken again, saying: "When your father comes back, he will personally deal with you."

Afterwards, he said indifferently: "Put Qin Yuanjun and the royal family who are loyal to him into enshrined prisons, release all the ministers who were previously imprisoned by Qin Yuanjun, and return to their original posts to handle the affairs of the court."

From Chu Xiong's mouth, Qin Feng learned that all the ministers, including Teacher Qin Jiunian, were imprisoned in the imperial prison, and the dynasty's operation was about to go wrong.

"Obey!" The deputy commander guarding the imperial city hurriedly said respectfully.

Qin Yuanjun, who was lucky just now, was so frightened that he almost passed out when he heard that he was going to be imprisoned in the Imperial Prison, because throughout the ages, no one who entered the Imperial Prison of the Great Xia Dynasty has been able to leave alive.

He desperately begged for mercy, but several soldiers had stepped forward, controlled him, and dragged him away.

Although those royal priests were very strong, they did not dare to resist the soldiers who came forward to escort them, because they knew clearly in their hearts that if they resisted even a little, they would be killed by Qin Feng.

After arranging everything, Qin Feng didn't stay here any longer, and flew towards the imperial mausoleum.

"Who would have thought that the ceremony of welcoming the immortals would turn into a ceremony of 'judging the immortals'..." Many people couldn't help sighing as they watched Qin Feng's leaving back.

After Qin Feng left, all the monks gathered in the imperial city also dispersed one after another, wanting to pass on what happened here to their respective forces.

The soldiers guarding the imperial city returned to their positions one after another.

.....

It didn't take long for Qin Feng to return to the imperial tomb.

Because in recent years, it was Qin Yuanjun who handled the government affairs, and Chu Xiong was convicted and dismissed from his position as the commander of the Imperial Forest Army. No one knew Qin Yuanjun's attitude towards Qin Feng, so no one dared to clean it here.

The imperial mausoleum is now a barren scene.

The ground is overgrown with weeds, and several ancient buildings are also covered with spider webs.

"Quack! quack! quack!"

On the dead tree, there are crows circling, making harsh and unpleasant sounds.

Some of the previous birds and pets have long since disappeared, and I don't know where they went.

Only the ninth-level spiritual tree that Qin Feng had transplanted to suppress the luck of the dynasty before seemed to be full of vitality. The trunk, branches and leaves were surrounded by the luck of the dynasty, shining brightly.

In recent years, not only the spirit tree is suppressing the luck of the dynasty, but also the luck of the dynasty is nourishing the spirit tree. It is estimated that this spirit tree will reach the tenth rank in a short time.

The fruit that bears will be even more extraordinary.

"Shh!"

Sword energy gushed out of Qin Feng's body, spreading like a sharp sword.

The weeds here were chopped off in an instant, and it looked much cleaner. He walked towards the spirit tree.

Under the spirit tree, the rocking chair was spotless, just as it was when he left.

He sat on the rocking chair, and countless thoughts flooded out in an instant, recalling many scenes in the imperial tomb before.

In the hundreds of years, he has experienced too many things, and he is deeply moved.

"It's been a long time since I signed in at the Imperial Mausoleum. I don't know what rewards I can get for signing in."

Qin Feng suddenly remembered, and then called the system out, saying: "System, help me sign in at the Imperial Tomb."

"Ding! Congratulations to the master, you have successfully signed in and obtained the vast dragon energy!"

The system's prompt tone without emotional fluctuations rang in Qin Feng's ear.

At the same time, a cloud of dragon energy also appeared in the system space. I don't know how many strands there were, and there was also the sound of dragon chant faintly, one after another.

"So much dragon energy?"

Qin Feng was surprised, and murmured: "It's almost more than the first time I signed in at Shenlongling, what's going on..."

He was puzzled, because this imperial mausoleum was not very special except for the burial of a great ancestor who had the body of a nine-dragon. It was unreasonable that so many dragon spirits could be signed.

Because according to the system, the more special the place, the richer the rewards for signing in.

Moreover, after the first sign-in, although the rewards for subsequent sign-ins are random, they are generally more and more common.

This is the first time that the sign-in rewards are so much rarer than before.

"Could it be that this imperial mausoleum is different from before?" Qin Feng was puzzled.

Thinking of this, golden runes slowly appeared in his eyes, and he used his divine pupils to check the situation here.