Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

It has to be said that there is no barrier between the demon clan and the monster clan. Zhang Yifeng, with his demon appearance, can thrive in the Beiwuao clan.

Deep in the palace, Zhang Yifeng discovered that the people around him seemed to be the only ones in the entire Beiwuao tribe who still had the strength to leave the sea.

The entire palace was dead silent. Countless members of the Ao tribe were dying, and their bodies exuded an air of old age and decay. That was the deathly aura that Huang Tu had buried to the neck. It was likely that it wouldn't be long before all of these members of the Ao tribe would be dead.

"The Ao Clan is famous for its longevity. In the fairyland, no other clan can compare to the Beiwu Ao Clan in terms of longevity, but these Ao Clan members..."

Qing Yurou stopped talking and frowned.

Xuan Qingxuan sighed repeatedly, with a hint of grief and indignation on his face: "Since the fall of the four great emperors, the entire Ao clan seems to have been covered with a curse."

The Ao clan came from all the heavens and worlds, and their inheritance has been around for countless years since the Chaos Realm was not yet formed. It can be said to be a well-deserved immortal inheritance.

With their endless lifespan and the fact that the Ao clan originally reclusive themselves from the world, they have almost no enemies and only practice in their own small piece of land.

But it was such an imperial family that actually attracted others to frame them with the blood curse, and now they are almost on the verge of extinction.

"Are you sure? Anyone who can use such means against an imperial clan must be above the imperial realm."

Qing Yurou came forward and spoke in a low voice. Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and said, "What is there to worry about? Since I have agreed, I am sure of it."

Zhang Yifeng would never risk doing anything that he was not sure of.

Now that he has mastered the Great Way of Nothingness and the power of hungry ghosts, Zhang Yifeng is confident that he has a way to remove this curse.

"Find a member of the Ao tribe and let me give it a try."

Zhang Yifeng said in a muffled voice. The man beside Xuan Qingxuan snorted coldly, "Give it a try? I am a member of the Ao tribe. Are I your toy? If you are not sure, you'd better get out of here!"

"Silence!"

Xuan Qingxuan shouted, and a hint of impatience flashed across the man's face: "Big sister! How can this Demon Saint help my Ao clan! Even the elders of the Emperor Realm are helpless in this disaster!"

"Xuan Qingteng, do you have a better idea?"

Faced with his eldest sister's questioning, Xuan Qingteng felt like there was something stuck in his throat and couldn't utter a word.

"Demon Saint, please forgive me for the doubts in the hearts of my people. Since you need someone to practice with, I will do it."

Xuan Qingxuan waved his green robe and stood in front of Zhang Yifeng with a calm expression.

It seemed that even if he died at the hands of Zhang Yifeng, Xuan Qingxuan would regard it as a contribution to the Ao clan.

"There's no need to be so desperate. I'm just trying to see if my idea works."

The Ao Clan monks around him stared at him covetously. Zhang Yifeng grinned and said, "If you stare at me now, don't be so moved that your tears and snot will flow when I save your lives!"

At the side, Qing Yurou held her forehead helplessly. Zhang Yifeng's temperament was more or less affected by his transformation into a demon. If it were any other time, Zhang Yifeng would naturally not act so arrogantly.

As Zhang Yifeng pointed his finger, the power of the Avenue of Nothingness spread from Zhang Yifeng's body and turned into a sphere, wrapping the two of them.

"you!"

Xuan Qingteng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to rush forward to stop it when he saw this.

At this moment, Xuan Qingxuan's stern voice came: "Everyone retreat! Even if I die, it has nothing to do with the Demon Saint! Anyone who obstructs will be punished according to the clan rules!"

Upon hearing this, Xuan Qingteng and other members of the Ao tribe stopped in their tracks, with resentment on their faces, as if Zhang Yifeng had done something against the will of heaven and earth.

At this time, the void world was formed. Zhang Yifeng spread his hands and said, "You Ao people really like to make a fuss. I'm treating you, but you're still making a fuss, as if I'm taking advantage of you."

"Please don't blame me, Demon Saint. The people of our clan have also been troubled by this curse for thousands of years, so we have to be cautious."

"Then why are you so brave?"

Looking at Zhang Yifeng's half-smile, Xuan Qingxuan said helplessly: "Someone has to stand up."

"Hahaha! You are quite devoted! Take off your green robe and let me take a good look at it."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, he felt a chill that seemed to freeze the void, through Xuan Qingxuan's eyes, staring at Zhang Yifeng.

"Your green robe is a Taoist weapon, right? How can I see your bloodline if I have this treasure to block your aura?"

Hearing this, the coldness in Xuan Qingxuan's beautiful eyes became even more intense, and the look she gave Zhang Yifeng was also a little wary.

After a long time, Xuan Qingxuan gritted her teeth, stretched out her arms, and her green robe completely disappeared. Her well-proportioned and perfect body appeared in Zhang Yifeng's sight, as white as winter snow and as tender as a flower bud.

Even though Xuan Qingxuan looks to be around thirty years old, this only adds to her maturity and charm.

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of him, Zhang Yifeng, who was now a demon, was burning with desire. He suppressed his uneasiness and twitched his mouth: "You Ao people, you only wear a green robe, right?"

"I just want you to take off your Taoist weapons, why are you......"

Before he could finish his words, Xuan Qingxuan's fair face suddenly turned red, and a ray of water-element spiritual light flashed, turning into a light gauze that was draped over her body.

But this veil is looming, adding more interest.

Zhang Yifeng's blood vessels were dilated, and he coughed lightly: "Okay, okay, don't move, close your eyes and calm your mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Qingxuan sat cross-legged, clasped his arms across his chest, and instantly entered a state of meditation.

The Ao tribe is the best at this method. For the Ao tribe, sleeping and practicing are the same thing.

Looking at this rare beauty in the world before him, Zhang Yifeng took a deep breath, dispersed the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and slowly moved forward, guiding a spiritual force into Xuan Qingxuan's body.

As the two merged, Zhang Yifeng instantly sensed the changes coming from the deepest part of his bloodline and soul.

Deep in the blood, waves of raging supreme death energy seemed to be detached from the Avenue of Death, carrying the power of the laws and wiping out the lifespan of the Ao clan.

Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng frowned: "This breath doesn't seem to come from the present, nor from the past..."

It was an aura that transcended the long river of time, making Zhang Yifeng have the illusion that the curse seemed to come from the future.

"go."

Zhang Yifeng snapped his fingers and used his soul to draw in a stream of gray-white death energy, which merged into the death energy hidden in Xuan Qingxuan's body.

The two merged, and in an instant, the hungry ghost power tore into the death energy and devoured it completely, thereby strengthening itself.

The gray death energy became increasingly powerful, and the power of the hungry ghosts finally overwhelmed the supreme death energy, devouring it from the depths of his blood.

This deathly energy turned into black lines that spread over the body of the hungry ghost force. A hint of disbelief flashed in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

The power of the hungry ghost is already the strongest greed, the strongest devouring intent, and the strongest deathly aura, but when facing the curse barrier in the body of the Beiwu Ao tribe, it actually met an opponent?