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

"After wasting so many years, I finally got used to this new arm and returned to the top. I will definitely smash Qin Feng's corpse into thousands of pieces!"

Jin Yulu looked at his right arm, and said with anger in his eyes.

Now his arm is completely condensed from golden energy, and it is full of various ancient runes.

This is the arm that the Daliao Dynasty obtained from the various Hunyuanzong ancient books collected, and helped him re-condense.

Although this arm is stronger, it took him several years to really get used to it.

"Then Qin Feng has just been defeated by Huo Jiuchuan recently, the Holy Spirit Academy may not dare to let him reappear in a short time." The royal priest said.

"Within the same rank, he can't even beat Huo Jiuchuan. It's a shame that I had my arm broken by him!" Jin Yulu was even more angry and eager for revenge.

"In the secret realm of the holy way, that guy can borrow part of the power of the holy way after all, and it's normal that His Highness is not his opponent." The royal priest quickly persuaded.

"Hmph! Then let him live for a few more years. As soon as he leaves the Holy Spirit Academy, I will definitely tear him to pieces." Jin Yulu snorted coldly.

Then he asked: "By the way, how did you investigate the killing of that idiot?"

He naturally didn't like the sixteenth prince, after all, all the other princes were potential enemies competing with him for the throne.

"Nothing."

The royal priest said bitterly: "The aura of His Highness Sixteen seems to have completely disappeared. We can't even find where he died."

Jin Yulu nodded, not paying much attention.

He asked again: "By the way, I noticed just now that there is a very majestic energy in the southern part of the Northern Wilderness. Did something happen?"

"During this time, there have been rumors that there is a spiritual spring that is about to appear in the world."

The royal priest looked towards the southern part of the Northern Desolate Territory, and pondered: "From now on, the rumor should be true."

"Lingquan?"

When Jin Yulu heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said: "It can be used to warm and nourish my body."

Although his new arm has almost adapted to it, it is still a little short. If he bathes in the spiritual spring, it may have a good effect.

Thinking this way in his heart, he directly turned into a golden light and shot towards the south of the Northern Desolate Territory.

...

On the southern edge of the Northern Wilderness.

This place is already very close to Zhongzhou, and it is no longer a thousand miles away.

Gradually there are mountains and hills, as well as patches of forests.

There is a huge rift valley, as if someone used a means against the sky to separate Zhongzhou from the Northern Wilderness. It is hundreds of miles wide and stretches endlessly to the end of the field of vision.

In this rift valley, a large number of monks have gathered.

The aura here is very strong, many trees and flowers, under the nourishment of the aura, are even surrounded by a faint streamer, as if they are fairy grass.

The place with the strongest aura is in the center of the rift valley, where there is a spring.

That majestic aura gushes out from here.

But now the spring is still very dry.

It will be some time before the spring water emerges from the spiritual spring.

Many monks here are eager to see through, looking forward to it, waiting for the spring water inside to gush out.

However, not all monks have their eyes on the spiritual spring.

Not far from Lingquan, a beautiful figure sitting cross-legged under an ancient tree, closing her eyes and resting her mind, also attracted countless eyes.

That beautiful figure with three thousand black hairs hanging down, the whole person is ethereal and exquisite, with icy muscles and bones, like a fairy in the sky, dazzling and dazzling, she is the saint of Misty Palace.

Beside her, two old women stood indifferently. Although their breath was cultivated, it could be seen that their cultivation was extraordinary.

In the distance, there is a chariot made of white jade, pulled by more than a dozen horses with white hair and jade-like unicorns. It is obviously the chariot that the saintess of the Misty Palace rides.

"There are too many monks here, do you want to drive them all away?" One of the old women asked, looking at the saintess of Misty Palace.

Although Misty Palace has a very good reputation on weekdays, there are almost no domineering acts.

But after all, this Lingquan was favored by the saint, and she felt that it was fine if she acted more domineeringly.

"No need."

The saintess of the Misty Palace said indifferently: "I am not the only one who came here today, and it is impossible to drive them all away."

As she said that, she seemed to have sensed something, and her beautiful eyes looked towards the sky not far away.

"Boom boom..."

In an instant, the void there was shattered, and a void crack suddenly appeared.

The violent void energy raged out, shattering countless clouds.

In an instant, it attracted countless eyes in the canyon.

In the crack of the void, an ancient warship full of killing aura slowly sailed out, majestic, as if it had just left the ancient battlefield.

On that ancient warship, there stood many soldiers, all of them wearing heavy armor, they looked like they had been battle-tested.

"Hiss... who is this, what a big show!"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is the warship of the Gugan Holy Dynasty!"

"Gugan pilgrimage, one of the several great pilgrimages in Zhongzhou? No wonder!"

"..."

Many monks here were shocked and amazed at the ancient warships coming through the cracks in the sky in the sky.

After learning that it was a warship of the Gugan Holy Dynasty, he became even more afraid.

As one of the oldest holy dynasties in Zhongzhou, the Gugan pilgrimage lasted for tens of thousands of years. Mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers dried up, and seas turned into mulberry fields. With the passage of time, many things have changed.

But the Gugan pilgrimage has existed forever, and has always existed in Zhongzhou.

"Shh!"

The ancient boat did not enter the canyon, but hovered in the sky, and a figure left the ancient boat and came to the side of Lingquan.

It was the sixth prince who had the most astonishing talent in the Gugan dynasties and was on par with many sage-level figures.

His black hair was like a waterfall, his eyes were like stars, he looked like the reincarnation of an ancient emperor, extremely heroic, even standing there still, he exuded an astonishing aura of emperor.

Around his body, there are also looming dragon air flowing.

"Hehe... I didn't expect the saintess of Misty Palace to come. If I had known this, I should have waited here earlier to welcome her."

The sixth prince of Gugan smiled lightly after seeing the saintess of the Misty Palace.

"Just passing by here, come and have a look."

The saintess of Misty Palace said slowly: "The spirit spring has not yet appeared, so I'm afraid we need to wait a little longer."

Although she could tell that the ancient warship that the sixth prince of Gugan was riding on was one of the most powerful ships in the entire Gugan sage dynasty, its killing power was terrifying, and it had crushed and killed the strong in the Wuji realm.

But she didn't care.

Because there are unwritten rules among the major holy lands, those powerful weapons are not allowed to be used in the battle between the holy sons, and the top powerhouses behind them are not allowed to take action.

At least not on the surface.

Otherwise, these holy children would not be able to practice well at all. After all, no matter how amazing their talents are, before they grow up, they can't stop the terrifying holy artifacts, or even the ray of imperial power from those emperor soldiers.

"It's okay."

The Sixth Prince Gu Gan said: "Since you haven't been born yet, let's wait."

The saintess of Misty Palace nodded, and continued to close her eyes and meditate.

And the sixth prince Gu Gan didn't say anything more.

As time passed, more monks came after hearing the news.

But after seeing the two of them, they didn't dare to get too close to Koizumi, with an uncontrollable fear in their hearts, they retreated a long way.

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