I rely on krypton gold to be invincible in all realms

"Not bad!"

Qin Yu nodded, and gently pushed out his palm, and the bronze palace immediately floated towards Qin Shou.

Qin Shou looked at the bronze palace floating towards him and reached out to catch it.

Looking at the old man in front of him again, there was a hint of something strange in his eyes.

He had originally planned to go back and take down the temple, but he found that someone had gotten there first.

It turned out that it was the ancestor who did it.

It seemed that at that time, I even cursed him as blind, and I don’t know if the ancestor heard it.

"Okay, the ancestor asked you to come here, besides this, there is another matter."

Qin Yu's voice sounded again.

"Please speak, ancestor." Qin Shou put the bronze palace into his inner world and looked at the ancestor.

"The opportunity at the Great Sage's Dojo has ended, and you've gained a lot of benefits."

"After arranging matters for the sect and myself, I will set off for the Qingtian Holy Land in a month."

Qin Yu raised his head slightly, a hint of anticipation on his face.

It has been more than three thousand years since I left the Qingtian Holy Land. I can finally go back.

"Leaving in a month?"

Qin Shou was stunned when he heard this, but he had no objection.

He nodded and said, "Then I will make arrangements and pick you up in a month."

Unexpectedly, Qin Yu waved his hand and said, "No need to bother!"

As he spoke, he stood up and his figure floated in the air.

He raised his hand and charged towards the person sitting cross-legged.

Boom!

The small space shook violently, the ground cracked, and a coffin rose from under the slope.

The coffin is green all over, and seems to be carved out of a huge spiritual tree, with many Taoist patterns engraved on it.

Unlike ordinary lifeless coffins, this coffin exudes an incomparable vitality.

"Inside this coffin lies the body of our ancestor."

"As for the ancestor's soul, it can just attach itself to the coffin."

Qin Yu looked at Qin Shou and said that his soul fell on the coffin, gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

Qin Shou looked at the floating coffin and then at the cracked earth slope.

Now I understand, this is not a dirt slope, it is clearly a grave.

The place where the ancestor had been sitting cross-legged was actually where his body was buried!

He put away the coffin, took a deep look at the small space that had begun to collapse, then turned and left.

……

In an area unknown distance away from Xuanzhou, a ship was sailing in the void.

Inside the boat were Ye Qingyu and the other two who had left earlier.

"Lady Saint, that fellow was so rude to you, why did you tell him about the opening of the King's Palace?"

A maid looked at Ye Qingyu with an indignant expression.

"That's right!"

"That guy relied on his strength to attack the Saint of Zhengtian. He simply doesn't know how to live or die."

"Maybe I won't even live to see the King's Palace open, and I'll be liquidated by the powerful people of the Qingtian Holy Land."

Another maid said the same thing, thinking of Qin Shou's tone and attitude towards the saint, she was still very angry.

Ye Qingyu listened to the two maids' words with a calm expression.

He looked through the window of the ship, into the void outside.

I don't know how long it took before he looked away and said slowly, "Stupid!"

"Young Master Qin came from a small place like Xuanzhou. How could he rise to prominence simply by relying on his own talent?"

"Judging from his ability to overpower Lin Zhengtian, his combat power has reached the level of a Saint Son, or even surpassed him."

"This kind of evildoer, especially one who isn't even a disciple of a holy land, isn't he worthy of friendship?"

At the end of his words, he looked at the two maids with a reprimanding look.

In fact, she had something else in her mind that she hadn't said.

That is, without relying on external forces or magic weapons, even she did not have the confidence to compete with Qin Shou relying solely on her own strength.

If you can avoid making an enemy of such a terrifying genius, it is best not to do so.

But once they become enemies, they must be killed completely.

"But, Saint..."

The two maids wanted to say something, but when they met Ye Qingyu's somewhat cold gaze, they immediately lowered their heads.

"Remember, although the Holy Land is powerful, it is not without rivals."

"Over the countless years of Tiancang Continent, there have also been fallen holy places and ancient clans."

“You can be proud, but you can’t be arrogant!”

Ye Qingyu looked at the two maids who grew up with her and taught them seriously.