Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Zhang Yifeng coughed lightly and said, "I have yet to ask your name, sir?"

"Xuan Qingxuan, this boy is a junior of our clan, Xuan Ziding."

Xuan Qingxuan had dignified and majestic facial features. Although she did not look stunningly beautiful, the coldness between her eyebrows gave her an otherworldly aura.

"Ziding, why don't you apologize to the senior?"

After the words fell, Xuan Ziding, who was pressed by the two crab generals, said reluctantly: "I have acted rashly and impetuously, I hope you will forgive me."

Zhang Yifeng looked directly at Xuan Qingxuan in front of him for a long time. Through Xuan Qingxuan's body, he saw a black aura lingering at the root of his blood.

The black gas permeated Xuan Qingxuan's blood and soul. It was impossible to detect or distinguish it, but it was real.

Feeling Zhang Yifeng's gaze for a long time, Xuan Qingxuan frowned slightly: "Have you seen enough?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows: "The curse that your clan has suffered is rooted in the bloodline itself."

"Nonsense, my Beiwu Ao clan's bloodline is inherited from the Beiji Xuantian Zhenwu Dangmo Great Emperor, who is invulnerable to all evil. How could it be as you say!"

Beside Xuan Qingxuan, the other woman shouted loudly, her eyes filled with anger.

It seemed that Zhang Yifeng's words just now touched her reverse scale.

Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly: "What I said is what I saw, without any falsehood. If you don't believe it, then use the method of the soul to look at yourself."

After the words fell, a moment later, Xuan Qingxuan's frown tightened a little: "Slayer Demon Saint, are you making fun of us?"

"Ok?"

"We look at ourselves and there is nothing different about us."

At this time, Xuan Qingxuan's voice was already a little cold. Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes and looked at Qing Yurou beside him: "Did you see the filthy air in their bodies?"

"I can vaguely sense it."

Qing Yurou's words confirmed Zhang Yifeng's thoughts. The problem must be with the bloodline of Xuan Qingxuan and others.

Even if someone targets the Beiwuao tribe, they will definitely start from the blood source.

"laugh!"

Zhang Yifeng's palm pierced Xuan Ziding's side and dug out a piece of flesh.

The speed was so fast that even Xuan Qingxuan, a powerful saint, could not catch it at all.

Xuan Ziding wailed continuously, followed by angry curses. Xuan Qingxuan and the two powerful saints beside him were about to take action to suppress Zhang Yifeng, but at this moment, a stream of spiritual energy passed through the piece of flesh and blood.

"Fuck!"

A wisp of green smoke emerged, and then it became filthy, exuding a fishy and corrupt smell. In Zhang Yifeng's hand, the flesh and blood belonging to Xuan Ziding's waist began to turn black.

The originally azure blue blood turned mixed with black blood lines at this time, and the blood lines seemed to be still wriggling, which was very strange.

In just a few breaths, the piece of flesh and blood completely decayed and disappeared, leaving only the shocking scene just now, reflected in everyone's sight.

"Such a big thing happened to your Beiwuao tribe, and no one went to check what happened to the corpse?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at everyone with a look of confusion in his eyes.

Xuan Qingxuan's expression was solemn at this time. Zhang Yifeng's bold move just now had proved that Zhang Yifeng was not a liar who came here to commit fraud.

But this result made Xuan Qingxuan unsure how to accept it.

"After the death of the members of my clan, their bodies will return to the abyss and become part of the netherworld."

At this time, Qing Yurou landed beside Zhang Yifeng: "The imperial clan has its own methods to deal with the deceased cultivators."

"Slayer Devil Saint, please do not linger here. Please come to the palace for a chat."

A thousand years of time is just a drop in the ocean and not worth mentioning for the emperor-level strongmen in the Beiwuao tribe.

But for the Beiwuao cultivators who are in the Saint Realm, the Venerable Realm, or even lower realms, this is a calamity that is devastating enough to completely wipe out the Beiwuao clan from the world.

But the Beiwuao clan’s emperor-level strongman couldn’t even wake up, so how could he help them?

At this moment, Xuan Qingxuan saw a glimmer of hope in Zhang Yifeng. Even though the hope was very small, she could only try her best to save the situation.

"please."

Xuan Qingxuan saluted and Zhang Yifeng nodded, then walked towards the steps under the sea.

Looking at Zhang Yifeng's back, the man beside Xuan Qingxuan whispered, "Sister Qingxuan, this guy with unknown origins, can he really do it?"

"Xianshi has given us our answer. If we cannot resolve this curse, the entire Beiwuao clan will be reduced to dust within ten years.

Even if he can't do it now, I'm willing to give it a try. This is my last hope."

As Xuan Qingxuan spoke, a hint of fatigue appeared on his cold face.

Over the years, Xuan Qingxuan has tried to find solutions, but without exception, they were of no use at all.

No one can be sure whether Zhang Yifeng's arrival is a life-saving straw or the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

But Xuan Qingxuan was willing to take a gamble. As she said, this was the last hope of the Beiwuao tribe.

Going deep into the seabed, large and small luminous pearls emerged from the dark and cold sea water. These luminous pearls illuminated the entire seabed, which seemed to be no less bright than the ground.

And wrapped in this night pearl, a magnificent palace with red walls, green tiles, golden roofs and jade steps appeared in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Although this place is not the Dragon Palace, it is almost the same.

Under the leadership of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, Zhang Yifeng and Xuan Qingxuan walked into the palace.

"If I'm not mistaken, the true form of the Demon Saint should be a human, right?"

Xuan Qingxuan's sudden words made Zhang Yifeng raise his eyebrows and asked, "If he can sense something like this, how come there is something wrong with his own bloodline and he can't sense it at all?"

"This really can't be blamed on our people. If the Demon Saint hadn't taken action today, I'm afraid even if my Beiwu Ao clan was destroyed, I would have no idea what went wrong."

As the two of them talked, they walked on the white jade road of the palace, and Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly.

The entire palace was filled with a gloomy, deathly atmosphere; no, it would be more appropriate to describe it as an atmosphere of old age and weakness.

"How many members are there in the Beiwuao tribe now?"

"Less than three hundred people."

Xuan Qingxuan answered truthfully without hiding anything.

The corner of Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched. The mighty imperial clan now had less than three hundred people left. If not for a coincidence, Zhang Yifeng would never have had any intersection with the Beiwuao clan.

If this is the case, then the final outcome of the Beiwuao tribe will be destruction.

"Does anyone in your clan know how to control the Zhenwu Xuanjia?"

After a moment, Zhang Yifeng stopped and asked.

This is the purpose of my trip.

Only if there is enough benefit can Zhang Yifeng come to the rescue.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Qingxuan, without any hesitation, a jade slip flew out and fell into Zhang Yifeng's hands.

"This is the method of controlling the Zhenwu Xuanjia. I hope the Demon Saint will do his best to clear the curse for our clan."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng put away the jade slip and said, "Leave it to me."