Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The grayish-white death energy unique to the hungry ghost force and the supreme death energy hidden deep in Xuan Qingxuan's blood finally merged into one and was collected in Zhang Yifeng's palm.

Although the supreme death energy could be devoured in this gray death energy, it was impossible to completely melt it. When the two were mixed, Zhang Yifeng felt that the power of the hungry ghost seemed to be tainted.

The hungry ghost power itself was struggling, conveying a sense of anger, madly biting the surrounding space, and even its own body, trying to tear the supreme death energy apart.

Zhang Yifeng touched his chin and looked at the black lines pumping like blood vessels on the gray deathly aura.

In front of him, Xuan Qingxuan's face turned ashen, and there was even more deathly aura around him. Zhang Yifeng pointed his finger, and under the transformation of the immortal and demon body, the demonic energy turned into vast immortal energy, which poured into Xuan Qingxuan's body, turning into pure vitality and filling his blood.

After a long time, Xuan Qingxuan's face regained its color, but his cultivation level fell to the Great Perfection of the Immortal Lord Realm.

As Xuan Qingxuan opened her eyes, the shackles in her body disappeared, and the clear and bright feeling made Xuan Qingxuan clearly feel the difference.

"It's that simple?"

She looked at her own palms, and inwardly at her body, sensing the changes within her body, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"Simple? I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Zhang Yifeng placed the gray deathly aura in front of Xuan Qingxuan. The foul smell lingering around it frightened Xuan Qingxuan.

Although the Beiwu'ao tribe is a demon tribe, their bloodline is rooted in the gods of heaven, and their bodies are tainted with divinity. This is why the members of the Beiwu'ao tribe are so sure that their bloodline is immune to all evil.

But the filthiness in the dead air before him seemed extremely hideous. Xuan Qingxuan couldn't imagine that just now, such a thing was hiding in his body.

"I sensed that this power seemed to come from the future."

"future?!"

Xuan Qingxuan asked in surprise, and Zhang Yifeng nodded: "Did your Beiwuao tribe offend anyone a thousand years ago?"

"The Ao Clan never leaves Guixu. Let alone provoking other clans, even if they come to attack us, we don't care. Guixu hides in the abyss, no one can hurt us, so why would we provoke others?"

After a long while, Zhang Yifeng let out a long breath: "Restore your body and mind. I can resolve this curse, but you have to root it out. Now there are less than 300 members of your Ao clan left. This matter may not be the end. If there is another abnormality, it may be a disaster for the genocide of the clan."

"Thank you so much, I can't thank you enough."

"No need to be grateful for anything, you and I just get what we need."

As Zhang Yifeng waved his hand, the empty world was retracted into Zhang Yifeng's palm and disappeared, and the gray death energy merged with the filth. Zhang Yifeng did not dare to let it return to the origin of the hungry ghost power, so he threw it to the Sixteen Saints of Silence.

The power of hungry ghosts mixed with the filth of the supreme death energy and merged into the Sixteen Saints of Silence. The plain sword body was immediately covered with a layer of blood lines that seemed dense.

"This is the trouble your Ao clan is going through."

Zhang Yifeng opened his mouth slowly and looked at the people around him.

At this moment, Xuan Qingxuan stood among the tribesmen and felt as if he was standing in a pile of corpses.

Just now, when the supreme death energy had not yet left the body, Xuan Qingxuan could not sense the changes taking place in his body, let alone the changes in his tribesmen.

But now that the supreme death energy has been stripped away, even though he has fallen into the holy realm, Xuan Qingxuan has sensed that the almost infinite lifespan unique to the Ao clan has returned.

With such a blessing of longevity, there was a huge difference between Xuan Qingxuan and the dying tribesmen around him.

This kind of perception not only happened to Xuan Qingxuan, but also to Xuan Ziding, Xuan Qingteng and others, who also noticed the difference in Xuan Qingxuan.

"Sister, he, he really did it?"

"good."

"But this is too long..."

Xuan Ziding suddenly asked, and Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly: "Too long? How long?"

"From the time that black and white transparent space was condensed to the time you came out, a full month had passed."

After he finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng and Xuan Qingxuan looked at each other, and they both saw the disbelief in each other's eyes.

"If it weren't for the fact that my eldest sister's aura always existed in that space, we would have broken through that space long ago."

Now that he saw that Zhang Yifeng could really help the Ao clan break the blood curse, Xuan Qingteng's tone softened a little.

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly: "I'm afraid it's really related to the long river of time. The change in this matter is very strange. If you don't trace the source and solve the root cause, I'm afraid your Ao clan will have a hard time to have peace."

When Zhang Yifeng expressed his guess in front of everyone, the Ao tribe members all showed shock and anger on their faces.

Future enemy?

This was something they had never imagined.

Zhang Yifeng said slowly: "I don't have that much time to heal you here. Three hundred tribesmen, more than a month for each person, that would be nearly ten years.

Ten years is not a long time for you Ao people, but it is too long for me."

As he spoke, Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and raised it high. In an instant, the Law of Summoning Demons began to operate, and the shadows of the three Ghost Emperors emerged. When the bodies of these powerful emperors were reflected in the palace of the Beiwu Ao Clan, in an instant, two dragon roars sounded in the abyss under the palace.

That is a powerful emperor from the Beiwuao clan.

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly: "Old turtle, I am here to help your Ao tribe overcome difficulties, don't make yourself unhappy!"

The Summoning Demon Law only lasted for a moment before Zhang Yifeng felt his body begin to break apart piece by piece.

It is really too difficult to use the Dao Law of Summoning Evil at the state of Great Perfection of Immortal Emperor.

But as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, the two dragon roars merged into Zhang Yifeng's body and transformed into a golden barrier that sparkled with azure light, which was extremely magical.

When this barrier fell on Zhang Yifeng, he remained calm, and even the consumption of the Summoning Demon Law seemed to have disappeared.

Sensing this power, Zhang Yifeng grinned: "Thank you, old turtle!"

"Call all the Ao tribe members here, use the power of your spirit to guide the hungry ghost power into your body, I will help you break the curse!"

Such a blood curse cannot be cured by elixirs or martial arts. It can only be completely cured by swallowing it violently.

As soon as the words fell, the three Ghost Emperors settled down, and the vast power of the emperor swept across the entire Guixu area.

Soon, the power of the hungry ghost realm surged into the bodies of the 284 members of the Ao tribe.

In an instant, countless spiritual powers poured into Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boom boom boom!"

For a moment, a deafening roar sounded in Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness. The spiritual consciousness of the 284 members of the Ao tribe almost tore Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness and soul apart.

And at this moment, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the divine tree of wisdom blossomed, and the green divine light swept across the deep sea, accepting all the divine consciousness.