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

The two figures, one old and one young, are exactly Song Hongzhi and his old servant.

They had already arrived here, and when they saw that the entrance had been broken open and the charred corpses of the mercenaries, their expressions changed immediately.

"Not good, could it be that a mercenary group found this place?" The old servant's expression changed suddenly.

Looking at the corpses of those mercenaries, he obviously came from two different mercenary regiments. He thought that two mercenary regiments should have discovered this place at the same time, and then started fighting each other.

"court death!"

Killing intent appeared in Song Hongzhi's eyes, and with one step, he flew towards the inside.

He came to the ancient spirit domain through untold hardships and was hunted down by so many forces in Lingbei. Now that he finally arrived here, how could he allow others to snatch his body away.

Soon, Song Hongzhi had reached the depths of the tomb and saw Qin Feng next to the coffin.

"Huh? Two mercenary regiments killed each other, and you survived by chance?"

Because there were many corpses of mercenaries outside, and Qin Feng didn't feel any strong aura from him.

Therefore, he took it for granted that Qin Feng was just a lucky guy who survived when two mercenary regiments killed each other.

"Who are you?" Qin Feng frowned.

Because he could tell that Song Hongzhi was not a member of the two major mercenary regiments, but was practicing rhythm, and his sudden appearance here made him a little puzzled.

"Hmph! Just because you are a lowly mercenary, you are not worthy of knowing my identity."

Song Hongzhi said coldly: "I'm afraid I will kill a lot of people in the future. You are lucky to be the first to die under this big formation."

He didn't take Qin Feng seriously, because what he wanted to solve next was how to deal with those people who were chasing after him.

After all, he took out an ancient scroll from the ring, and after slowly unrolling it, the patterns depicted on it were extremely complicated, with several lines, and even made up of tarnished sacred instrument strings.

"Practice the melody, as well as the formations carved with the strings of the incomplete sacred instrument. Are you the heir of Wei Sang?" Qin Feng asked with a complicated expression.

Some time ago, Wei Sang had just been blamed, and if he killed his descendant now, the cause and effect would be a little deeper.

"Hehe...I didn't expect you to be so smart that you actually guessed my identity."

Song Hongzhi sneered and said, "But it's useless. I'm not even interested in taking you as a slave like you ant."

While speaking, he crushed the scroll, and a large number of new formations appeared on the ground for a while, and began to slowly merge with the formations protecting the coffin.

Once successful, the power of this formation will be very terrifying, even a strong man who is half-step in the realm of creation can kill.

And it can help him teleport away at any time.

"He is really Wei Sang's apprentice."

Qin Feng shook his head helplessly, and said, "Hey... there is no way, it seems that the cause and effect cannot be solved."

Afterwards, he flicked his fingers lightly, and several sword glows shot out, and landed on different places around the coffin, leaving behind a pattern of sword marks.

"Buzz!"

The formation that Song Hongzhi brought was merging with the formation to protect the coffin, but it was interrupted in an instant and came to an abrupt end.

Although it would take several months for Qin Feng to destroy the formation protecting the coffin, it would be easy for him to interrupt Song Hongzhi's plan.

"What, you... are you an array mage?"

Song Hongzhi's expression changed suddenly, his expression was incredible.

Even if Qin Feng is a formation master, how could he be so strong and so easy to prevent the formation formed by his master from merging with the formation protecting the coffin here.

You must know that most of them, whether they are strong in rhythm or calligraphy and painting, practice formation at the same time. His master Wei Sangke is already an eighth-level advanced formation master!

How could the arranged formation be cracked so easily.

"Boom!"

And the old servant next to him was even more disturbed, a powerful aura gushed out from his body, trying to protect Song Hongzhi.

"Yes, but not all."

A smile appeared on the corner of Qin Feng's mouth, and he said: "I was still thinking about breaking the formation protecting the coffin. It would be very troublesome, but I didn't expect you to bring the cracking formation to the door."

After a pause, he continued: "The next time I see your master, I will thank him very much."

The moment the voice fell, his figure moved instantly.

"Shh!"

Behind Qin Feng, afterimages were left behind, and in the blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of Song Hongzhi.

"Don't even think about hurting the young master!" Seeing this, the old servant's expression changed suddenly, and he immediately made a move.

On his withered palm, aura surged wildly, the majestic aura made the void tremble, and a flood dragon soul formed by the condensed aura surrounded his withered palm.

He slapped out with one palm, wanting to slap Qin Feng to death.

"boom!"

However, Qin Feng just raised his hand very calmly, and firmly grasped the old servant's wrist. The dragon soul condensed with spiritual energy in that withered palm instantly shattered and dissipated.

"you..."

The old servant was shocked, and couldn't believe that Qin Feng's own strength was still so strong after he had already practiced the formation.

But before he finished speaking, Qin Feng slightly squeezed his withered palm into pieces, causing bones to splatter everywhere.

"Pfft!"

The broken bones in his palm shot out, piercing his own head.

He fell heavily to the ground.

And Qin Feng's indifferent eyes turned to Song Hongzhi next to him.

"No...don't kill me, this corpse and formation belong to you, please don't kill me!"

At this time, Song Hongzhi had become extremely terrified, as if seeing a god of death, and said: "You... If you dare to kill me, Wei Sang will never let you go."

"Then let's talk about when your master comes to the ancient spirit realm!" Qin Feng said coldly, without the slightest fear because of the threat.

After all, he pointed out.

"Pfft!"

The bursting sword light immediately ended Song Hongzhi's life, milky white liquid splashed, and the smell of blood permeated here.

After beheading Song Hongzhi and the old servant, Qin Feng flicked his fingers again, erasing all the lines of sword glow that had been carved in different places just now.

"Boom boom..."

The formation that Song Hongzhi brought and the formation that protected the coffin merged immediately.

The spiritual energy surged here, and it didn't take long for the two different formations to merge.

Qin Feng, who took out the eye pestle from Song Hongzhi's ring, strode towards the coffin.

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P: Tomorrow is the last day before the long holiday. I wonder if the company will work overtime.

It’s best if you don’t work overtime. If you work overtime, I will try my best to update at least one chapter. Life is not easy. I hope everyone understands.