Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The golden thunders from the nine peaks gathered together, and there were even signs of causing the phantom of the emperor realm, but everyone forgot that Zhang Yifeng was the real master of the Jiuhua Fairy Peak.

It would be too foolish to use these methods on Zhang Yifeng's territory.

The golden thunder dissipated, and the wind and clouds in the sky also disappeared, along with the imperial clan imprints and golden thunder formations left by the Wind and Thunder Saint Clan on the entire Nine Peaks. They all completely disappeared at this moment.

Above the sky, Ling Yunxiao held the golden thunder token in his hand, but he had no power to use.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes were filled with coldness as he looked at Ling Yunxiao: "What other methods do you have?"

He knew that Ling Yunxiao had not been pushed to the extreme.

As the Holy Son of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan, how could he not have a few means to save his life?

What I just displayed were just small tricks, and they are still a long way from the real trump card.

As Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, Ling Yunxiao's pupils showed strong murderous intent: "You should have died honestly, and you shouldn't have made me use my trump card again and again."

"My father has high hopes for me. This Jiuhua Immortal Peak should have belonged to my Wind and Thunder Saint Clan, but everything is because of you."

"Now that I have used this trick, although my father will not blame me, this matter has not been handled properly and has not been perfect. All of this will be attributed to you."

Ling Yunxiao muttered to himself, and the token transformed from the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldier in his hand began to shine brightly like a scorching sun.

All of a sudden, the nine mountains that had just calmed down began to tremble, and above the dome, nine wheels of the imperial clan's divine patterns emerged in the void.

The violent power of wind and thunder was applied to it, secretly catering to the self-generated operation method of the Jiuhua Immortal Peak.

"Robbery of the Heavenly Prison, urgent!"

At a command, the nine divine patterns merged into one in an instant, and the golden thunder condensed into a divine bird in the air, flapping its wings and soaring. Wherever it passed, there was nothing but the raging lightning.

The power of the Wind and Thunder Dao, which was pure to the extreme, was clearly not a method exerted by a saint, but the Dao itself.

Zhang Yifeng knew that this attack was the real trump card left by the emperor-level powerhouse of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan for Ling Yunxiao.

"Emperor Realm..."

The saints murmured and looked at the blow that was separated from the Great Dao itself. They could never have imagined that the fight between two Venerable Realm monks could actually cause the power of the Emperor Realm.

"How to deal with it!"

This question emerged in everyone's mind: How should the Venerable Realm respond to the attack from the Emperor Realm?

In the distance, Qing Yurou's heart tightened, and there was a hint of something strange in her beautiful eyes: "Is it going to be exposed?"

Against such a powerful attack, only if Zhang Yifeng reveals his demonic body and uses the power of chaotic gods and demons can he have a chance to resist.

In the sky, the golden thunder bird transformed from the Avenue of Wind and Thunder seemed to be moving extremely slowly, but this attack already contained the law of cause and effect. Since it had been launched, it was bound to hit.

Zhang Yifeng was not afraid at all and did not retreat even a single step. He raised his palm from bottom to top. In an instant, the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation Art was running to its extreme. Above the Jiuhua Immortal Peak, nine completely different Taoist forces rushed up into the sky.

"what!"

There was a hint of horror in Ling Yunxiao's eyes. Just now, the nine divine patterns of the imperial clan had deprived the Jiuhua Immortal Peak of its Taoist power and turned it into a medium for him to use the power of the Great Way of Wind and Thunder to guide the arrival of the imperial power.

But in Zhang Yifeng's hands, he was able to break the suppression of the nine imperial clan divine patterns so easily.

The scene before him made his face uncertain. After a long while, Ling Yunxiao sneered, "So what? So what! Now that the power of the Emperor Realm has been achieved, can you still break my father's move?"

Between heaven and earth, the cheers of the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan and Ling Yunxiao's wild laughter echoed.

Nine streams of Taoist power flowed in Zhang Yifeng's hands. The greatest use of the Jiuhua Fairy Peak to Zhang Yifeng was to assist Zhang Yifeng's practice under the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation and help him enter a higher realm.

"Whether it can be broken or not, is it up to you to decide?"

The next moment, the power of the hungry ghost realm separated from the Sixteen Saints of Silence. Once that pure gray-white death energy, the origin of the world, appeared, calamity clouds rolled over the entire sky and thunder roared.

"Hahaha! Idiot! How dare you, under the watchful eyes of the laws of heaven and earth, draw in the evil power of the outside world and use this heavenly thunder to boost my power! Condensation!"

Ling Yunxiao sneered loudly upon seeing this, and pointed the token transformed from the Golden Thunder Thousand Machine Soldiers in his hand into the distance. In the calamity cloud, several dark purple thunders were drawn and merged into the Golden Thunder Divine Bird.

The Wind and Thunder Avenue can control thunder itself, and now with the blessing of the thunder from the sky, its power is even greater.

"go with!"

With this blow, the mighty thunder roars in the dome, and the mighty power of the avenue can break endless demonic barriers.

The saints retreated thousands of miles away, fearing that they would be affected by this attack.

“I know it’s impossible, but I still do it.”

The corner of Zhang Yifeng's mouth curled up, and the power of the hungry ghost realm surged into his body. In an instant, the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation Art started to work, and Zhang Yifeng's body turned gray and white, surging with endless death energy.

Just standing there, he was like a dead person, without any life at all. The nine levels of Taoist power on the Jiuhua Immortal Peak were like shackles blocking Zhang Yifeng's vitality and stabilizing his body that was almost crumbling.

"Boom boom boom!!"

The buzzing sound continued to echo in Zhang Yifeng's body. In front of him, the golden thunder bird also brought the pressure of heavenly thunder and smashed towards Zhang Yifeng.

As the pure lightning plasma exploded, the Wind and Thunder Avenue raged and turned into a sea of ​​thunder.

Even a strong person in the Saint Realm cannot escape death in this sea of ​​thunder!

"Pity......"

The Immortal Saint Lian Tian shook his head and sighed, this was the destiny, the human race was destined to have this hardship and no one could avoid it.

Facing this attack from the Emperor Realm, even if he were to face it, he would not be completely sure that he could survive.

In the sea of ​​thunder, Zhang Yifeng laughed wildly, and the power of the Wind and Thunder Avenue instantly tore apart his already broken body, leaving only his transparent soul standing in the sea of ​​thunder.

While in Zhang Yifeng's body, the power of the forbidden furnace surged, swallowing up all the might and transforming it into a continuous supply of energy, maintaining Zhang Yifeng's fusion of the hungry ghost realm's power.

Just as his life was cut off, the next moment, thousands of ghosts in the sea of ​​thunder wailed, evil spirits roared, and boundless death energy turned into a den of ghosts. In an instant, the sea of ​​thunder was extinguished, except for the dark purple sky thunder which was still flowing and had not dissipated. All the power belonging to the Avenue of Wind and Thunder was completely wiped out.

The death energy condensed into a human figure, enveloping the power of the forbidden furnace and Zhang Yifeng's soul. The next moment, Zhang Yifeng stepped out from the death energy.

At this moment, the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation has entered the second level. Zhang Yifeng completely suppressed the evil spirit in his body with his human cultivation divinity.

Zhang Yifeng took a step forward, and the endless den of demons was pacified. With a pair of eyes that showed the meaning of death, he looked at Ling Yunxiao: "Have you run out of tricks?"