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

Qin Feng's figure flew across the sky and the earth, his speed was very fast, like a long rainbow in the sky.

It's just that more than an hour has passed, but he hasn't found any cities or tribes. There are endless wastelands everywhere.

"What's going on, isn't this the fragment of the abyss where Bu Youxuan is?" Qin Feng frowned, wondering.

If it was the fragment of the abyss where Bu Youxuan was, it would be impossible for such a long distance to exist without a city or even a tribe.

Unless something catastrophic happened.

With doubts in his heart, Qin Feng spent another half a day searching, and finally he was sure that this place was indeed not the fragment of the abyss where Bu Youxuan was, but a brand new place.

In this fragment of the world, not only were there no demons, he hadn't even seen any intelligent races. They were all ferocious beasts and giant birds that covered the sky and the sun.

The appearance of a primitive and desolate world.

"Since it's not the fragment of the abyss world where Bu Youxuan is located, let's see if there are any treasures in this world fragment first!" Qin Feng muttered to himself.

In the following time, he decided not to look for cities or tribes anymore, but to search to see if there are any treasures in this world fragment.

Even, to see if there are any other artifacts left by the ancient devil emperor.

.....

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the evening of the second day.

The blood-red sky gradually dimmed and became a little colder.

Qin Feng harvested a lot, and picked a lot of ancient medicines that contained astonishing magic energy, many of which had grown for thousands of years and were of extraordinary quality.

This kind of ancient medicine is of little use to most monks, but he has practiced the Desolate Ancient Demon Emperor Art, which can be used to help him cultivate.

In addition, Qin Feng also discovered a mine vein containing a large amount of demon spirit stones. He directly left the nine-story demon tower there, allowing it to absorb the demonic energy in the mine vein and use it for the demons in the tower to cultivate.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Qin Feng, who was flying in mid-air, looked to the southwest.

There are two familiar breaths there.

One is the Tenth Prince of the Tianyuan Holy Dynasty.

As for the other, I couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"It just so happens that you used the pottery figurines to kill me and take the Dragon Balls, now it's time for me to take revenge." Qin Feng's eyes showed a chill.

He flew towards the direction of the breath.

At the same time, in a mountain range, there is a maple tree with blood-red leaves growing here. From a distance, it looks like a sea of ​​fire.

And in a valley in the center of the mountain range, on a large rock wall, there are various strange patterns, which look like an unknown inscription.

There are hundreds of monks here, all of whom noticed the strange pattern on the stone wall when passing by, and wanted to see what it was.

But completely clueless.

Some monks left one after another, and other monks came one after another.

After a long while, someone suddenly exclaimed.

"This is left by a strong person in the Supreme Realm. Although he is a strong person from the Demon Race, if we study it properly, we should have a lot of gains."

A disciple of Daoyi Holy Land, after studying carefully for more than half an hour, finally gained something, and happily said to his companion.

Many of the other monks already wanted to leave.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked. They didn't expect it to be left by the supreme power of the demon race, so they continued to study and enlighten.

Although the cultivation methods and various martial arts of the demons and humans are different, the perception of martial arts by such strong people is still worth their comprehension.

Soon, it became very quiet here, and all the monks were staring at the weird patterns on the stone wall, wanting to gain something.

"Boom boom..."

However, this situation did not last long. About tens of miles away from the stone wall, at the edge of the valley, suddenly there was a terrifying energy fluctuation, shaking the earth and shaking the mountains.

And a bright light burst out.

"What happened?" Many people cast their gazes.

I saw the ten princes of the Tianyuan Holy Dynasty surrounded by the astonishing imperial aura, standing in the void, releasing bursts of powerful coercion, which made the monks who watched from afar feel very terrifying and murderous.

And in front of him is Shangguan Yun'er, who is second only to the saint among the younger generation of Tianjiao in Misty Palace.

Earlier in the secret realm of Lieyang Supreme, a group of Tianjiao who were second only to the Holy Son and Goddess in the holy land besieged and killed Qin Feng, trying to capture the bloody banner, but they were all killed in the end.

Only she didn't make a move and left the secret realm alive. Since then, she has been practicing in Misty Palace and hasn't shown up for a long time.

At this time, Shangguan Yun'er had been injured by the Tenth Prince of the Tianyuan Holy Dynasty, blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, her pretty face was very pale, and her life seemed to be in danger at any moment.

"If you are willing to take the initiative to kneel down, be loyal to me, and be my follower, you will suffer less pain." The tenth prince of Tianyuan Shengchao said jokingly with a condescending attitude.

It seems that Shangguan Yun'er's life is completely in his hands and can be wiped out at any time.

"Hiss... Isn't there no enmity between the Tianyuan Holy Dynasty and the Misty Palace? Why did the ten princes take action against Shangguan Yun'er, and even wanted to take him as a slave." Many monks in front of the stone wall were all surprised. .

"There is indeed no contradiction between the two ancient forces.

However, an old prince of the Tianyuan Holy Dynasty had a personal conflict with the Misty Palace's master. The two once had a war, and the Misty Palace's master narrowly won, and almost destroyed the old prince. "

An elderly man stroked his beard and said, "Not many people know about this matter. If I remember correctly, the ten princes should be in the same line as that old prince."

Many monks who were puzzled suddenly realized what was going on. It turned out to be the grievances of the older generation.

"You want me to be your follower, what a fool's dream." Shangguan Yun'er shouted with anger on her pretty face.

She is the disciple of Misty Palace's master, if she becomes someone else's follower, then Misty Palace will be reduced to a laughing stock in the future.

There will even be other elders who directly use this to force her master to give up the position of Palace Master.

"Since you don't want to take the initiative to be loyal to me, then don't blame me for doing it yourself." The Tenth Prince of Tianyuan Shengchao said with a serious smile.

He will not kill Shangguan Yun'er today, because he still wants to use Shangguan Yun'er to humiliate the princess of the Misty Palace, in order to avenge his uncle who was almost deposed back then.