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

The entire coffin is very heavy, but in Qin Feng's system space, there are various formations.

"Crack!"

He took out a formation scroll and crushed it, and the formation patterns spread all over the coffin in an instant, and then slowly started to rotate.

The coffin was slowly dragged up, and then directly put into the system space by Qin Feng.

Seeing this scene, all the cultivators here were stunned.

"He... He even took away the coffin?"

"It's too greedy!"

Many people dropped their eyes and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

They thought that Qin Feng would take away the sacred artifact at most, or take away the bones of the saint, but they never thought that Qin Feng would not even leave the coffin behind.

"System, sign in here for me."

After Qin Feng put away the coffin, he still did not forget to speak.

Since coming to the secret realm, he hasn't signed in yet, and now that he is about to leave, he will naturally not forget it.

"Ding! Congratulations to the master, you have successfully signed in and obtained the Tai Chi Xuan Tian Zhen Jue!"

The system's beep without any emotion rang in Qin Feng's ear.

At the same time, an ancient scroll appeared in Qin Feng's system space, exuding a faint aura of the Holy Way.

"Is it a holy skill?" He glanced at it and said.

He wasn't much of a surprise.

For others, holy-level exercises can be said to be very rare, but the Longevity Sutra and Desolate Ancient Devil Emperor Art he practiced are all emperor-level exercises.

This holy-level exercise is not of much use to him.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the world of the entire secret realm suddenly violently turbulent.

Especially here in the underground palace, it was rickety, and there were a lot of cracks around it.

"The underground palace is sinking!"

A voice of exclamation sounded.

Under the eyes of everyone, the underground palace is slowly sinking into the ground, and the coercion of the holy way radiating outward is also constantly dissipating.

"It's time to go!" After Qin Feng said, he wanted to crush the teleportation scroll and leave the underground palace.

It's just that in the next moment, all the practitioners in the entire secret realm are surrounded by a ray of light.

A huge power of teleportation emerged in the secret realm.

"Shh!"

Accompanied by a dazzling white light in front of them, all the practitioners in the secret realm were forcibly teleported out.

By the time they reacted from the white light, the surrounding scene had changed from the secret realm to Shenlong Ridge.

Compared with the eerie and lifeless scene in the secret realm, this Shenlong Ridge is not so scary.

Although there are quite a few cultivators who have entered the secret realm, there are still tens of thousands of people waiting outside the secret realm.

Seeing that the people inside were all teleported out at once, it suddenly became lively.

"Who is that old man, and why was he burned to black charcoal?"

"Shh...keep your voice down, that's the elder Feng Bolie!"

"Feng...how did Feng Bolie become like this..."

For a moment, many eyes fell on Feng Bolie, and there were many discussions, as if they were looking at a crazy old man.

They were all incomparably shocked, they didn't expect that Feng Bolie, who used to be aloof, turned into this appearance.

"Pfft..."

Feng Bolie was pointed at by so many people and became the target of teasing. He roared angrily, and spurted a mouthful of blood, looking even more embarrassed.

The monstrous killing intent emanating from his body made the souls of the creatures hundreds of miles around Shenlong Ridge tremble and feel shivering.

Feng Bolie swore in his heart that no matter what, he would smash Qin Feng's body into thousands of pieces.

Unfortunately, the moment Qin Feng returned to Shenlong Ridge from the secret realm, Qin Feng had already used the teleportation scroll to leave here.

If he wanted to find Qin Feng again, it would not be that simple.

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Three thousand miles away, Qin Feng came to Shenlong Ridge, in an inconspicuous cave.

What he gained from entering the secret realm this time, the coffin and holy-level exercises may not be useful to him for the time being, and only the Wanshang Bow can be used as a trump card to settle down.

He now wants to see why Wanshang Gong's Holy Dao breath is so weak.

"Shh!"

Qin Feng first took out a set of divine hidden formations that had been drawn from the system space, and arranged them here.

To prevent the dragon stream from flowing out when the Wanshang bow is taken out later.

After the Shenyin Formation was set up, Qin Feng spent a few more hours adding dozens of formation patterns and strengthening it a bit, so that even Feng Bolie, who is at the Martial Extreme Realm, would never be able to detect it with his divine sense. .

After finishing these tasks, Qin Feng took the Wanshang Bow out of the system space.

"Roar!" As soon as Wanshang Bow was taken out, it was accompanied by bursts of dragon chant.

The strong dragon energy instantly filled the entire cave.

The dragon carved on the entire Wanshang Bow is so lifelike, it looks like it is about to come alive.

"Although I can't cast holy artifacts with the content of the foundry I have mastered, but combined with the secret of military characters, it shouldn't be difficult to see what's wrong with the Wanshang Bow."

Qin Feng looked at Wanshang Bow and said secretly in his heart.

Then, under his control, the Wanshang Bow slowly floated in mid-air, while his eyes were slightly lowered, and his powerful spiritual consciousness slowly entered into the Wanshang Bow.

Because the Wanshang Bow was given to him by the Ninth Elder of the Holy Spirit Academy, when his consciousness entered the Wanshang Bow, he did not encounter any resistance.

At the same time, Qin Feng urged Bing Zi Mi to inspect the entire Wanshang Bow.

The whole process was very slow. After all, the sacred aura of the Wanshang bow had almost dissipated, but it was still a sacred weapon after all.

Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was already two hours later.

Night fell outside.

Qin Feng in the cave also slowly opened his eyes.

"Is it because the weapon spirit was damaged in the previous battle?" Qin Feng frowned slightly, he didn't expect Wanshang Gong's damage to be so serious.

For a spirit weapon, the most important thing is the spirit of the weapon. If the spirit of the weapon is gone or damaged, even if it is a holy weapon, it will not be able to exert much power at all.

What's more, with the content of the foundry master he has now, it is not enough to restore the spirit of the weapon.

"It seems that I was a little optimistic before." Qin Feng said bitterly.

To restore the spirit of the weapon, you need the aura of the sacred weapon, and there is no aura of the sacred weapon in the things he signed in the past.

After pondering for a while, Qin Feng shook his head helplessly. Now that he can't restore the power of the Wanshang Bow, he can only fuse the vast dragon energy obtained by signing in first.

In that case, the Nine Cangs Holy Dragon Soul would be able to condense the third dragon soul, and his combat power would also be greatly improved as a result.

Thinking this way in his heart, Qin Feng began to absorb and integrate the vast dragon energy obtained after signing in at Shenlongling.

"Boom boom..."

The vast dragon energy enveloped Qin Feng, and the sound of dragon chant kept ringing in the cave.

The dragon energy continuously entered Qin Feng's body along with his breath and skin, and then helped the treasure of the Nine Cang Sacred Dragon Soul to condense the third dragon soul.