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

And just as the three of them guessed what was going on in the palace, the battle not far away was coming to an end.

"Pfft!"

The head of the Beimen clan slashed at the monster's neck, beheading the monster's head.

Black blood was everywhere in an instant.

The foul smell immediately permeated.

The blood was highly corrosive, and some unlucky monks screamed after being contaminated, but it was not life-threatening.

"This monster is too difficult to deal with, so I finally got rid of it." Seeing this, the ninth elder of Shenyi Sect let out a long sigh of relief.

"It seems to be guarding the palace, and I don't know what's inside." The head of the Beimen family looked at the ancient palace next to it.

As soon as this remark came out, the eyes of all the other monks also cast their gazes in the past.

Because the gate of this palace was tightly closed, but there was no formation to protect it, the ninth elder of the Shenyi Sect and the head of the Beimen clan stepped forward and pushed the gate open easily.

The gate made of basalt stone was not very heavy for the two of them.

"Squeak..."

An aura of ancient times rushed over, as if the door to the ancient times had been pushed open.

After the two of them hesitated for a moment, they stepped in, and those disciples and juniors followed behind.

The moment they entered the palace, everyone saw that the palace was empty, but in the deepest part stood a stone tablet with mysterious and complicated inscriptions engraved on it, and it exuded a faint golden light.

"What are these?" A monk exclaimed.

"It feels like the insights of ancient sages, or some kind of ancient scriptures." The saint of Shenyizong frowned slightly.

Although they haven't looked at it carefully, but just glanced at it, there is a feeling of ethereal body and mind, and a feeling of being intoxicated, giving people a feeling that they are comprehending the great way of heaven and earth.

"Shh!"

The head of the Beimen clan and the ninth elder of Shenyizong moved in an instant, and immediately moved towards the stele, stopping at a distance of about half a foot from the stele.

The head of the Beimen Clan took the lead, stretching out his palm and grabbing at the stele, intending to take it away.

However, the huge palm transformed by his aura could not shake it at all.

"There is a special power on this stele, and I'm afraid it can't be removed."

The Ninth Elder of Shenyi Sect said: "You and I don't need to compete, just study together."

"Okay, let's study together!"

Seeing that he was unable to take the stele away after making a move, the head of the Beimen family was a little embarrassed, and nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the two of them ignored the others, and looked at the stele intently, and fell into a strange state in a blink of an eye, as if they were intoxicated.

As for the other monks here, they didn't dare to compete with the two, and they all looked at other places in the palace.

On the wall, there are various complicated patterns engraved on it, all of which are a bit weird, and it looks a bit out of place with the golden inscription on the stone tablet.

"I always feel that there is something wrong with this palace." The saint of Shenyizong said.

"Are you being too cautious? This place is empty, and there are no evil soldiers or monsters, so there is nothing wrong." Bing Ling said.

The Holy Maiden of Shenyi Sect remained silent, but there was still an unconcealable uneasiness in her beautiful eyebrows.

"I see the patterns on the walls. Although they are a bit weird, they are probably left by Xuantian Supreme. If you study them carefully, you may gain something." The young patriarch of the Beimen family next to him didn't think too much about it. .

And at this time, Qin Feng and Yanse also came to this palace and walked in.

"It seems that we came late, this place has been ransacked by Shenyizong and Beimen's family."

Yanse looked at the empty palace in front of him, and blurted out: "I'm actually more ruthless than Buddha, leaving nothing behind.

His words immediately caused the Beimen family and the monks of Shenyizong to cast unkind eyes.

"Baldy, do you have any objections to the Beimen family and Shenyizong?" the head of the Beimen family's young patriarch said coldly.

He himself doesn't have a good impression of the Buddhist sect, and Yanse doesn't look like a Buddhist monk, he is probably an ascetic monk, so his attitude is even more indifferent.

While speaking, an astonishing aura erupted from the body of the young patriarch of the Beimen Family. He was already at the second level of the Martial Realm, and the surging aura fluctuated, causing most of the monks present to feel oppressive.

Yanse is not a good-tempered person, and he didn't intend to be polite at all when he saw that the patriarch of the North Gate family wanted to attack him.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed something, looked in the direction of the stele in astonishment, and said, "Your father is dead..."

"Bastard! Bald donkey, you dare to humiliate my father face to face. Today I must teach you a lesson!" The head of the young patriarch of the Beimen family suddenly became more angry, and his eyes burned with anger.

His eyes were looking towards the direction of the palace gate, but he didn't notice the direction of the stele, so he felt that Yan Se was insulting him.

"This bald donkey is not joking, your father is really dead." At this time, Jin Yulu also spoke, looking at the stone tablet with eyes full of shock.

Yanse's unscrupulous appearance made the patriarch of the Beimen family feel too untrustworthy.

But Jin Yulu's temperament and cultivation level, at least he has the appearance of a genius, and when he heard Jin Yulu say the same, he felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and looked in the direction of the stone tablet.

As a result, his face changed suddenly.

His father had been blown away by the wind and turned into countless powders, not even a broken limb or arm was left.

"Father...Father!"

The young head of the Beimen family couldn't believe it, and shouted: "What's going on, who killed my father."

All the other monks here were also dumbfounded.

Because these people were also attracted by Qin Feng and Yanse who entered the door just now, they didn't notice what was going on at the stele at all.

"Although it's not very good to say that, just now it was the wave of spiritual energy that erupted from your body, and the air wave caused by it blew away your father." Yanse said with a serious face.

"What are you talking nonsense about?!" The young patriarch of the Beimen family felt extremely sad in his heart, but after hearing Yanse's words, the anger in his heart burned again.

As the head of the Beimen family, his father was far above him in cultivation, so how could he be wiped out because of a wave of spiritual energy erupting from his body.

"The Ninth Elder of Shenyi Sect is also dead." At this moment, Jin Yulu said indifferently.

At the same time as he spoke, the golden light surged around his body, and a gust of wind was blown up, heading towards the ninth elder of the Shenyi Sect.