Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Under the palace of the Beiwuao tribe, in the abyss, two giant turtles with dragon heads and turtle bodies, with four claws cut off, were carrying two huge monuments on their backs.

"He can actually break the curse of the God..."

"I think this boy must be the son of destiny."

"The cause and effect here are involved, and I'm afraid there will be many setbacks in the future."

"Since he is helping my Ao Clan, you and I should lend him a helping hand."

The two giant turtles talked to each other, and finally, a ball of blue light slowly rose from the abyss and floated towards the palace of the Beiwuao tribe.

At this moment, divine light was radiant in Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness, and bursts of emerald green light forcefully suppressed the invasion of nearly three hundred divine soul powers.

Zhang Yifeng grasped the void around him with both hands, clenched his teeth, his eyes rolled back, and blood flowed from all his orifices.

On the side, Qing Yurou looked at the situation in front of her, her face full of anxiety.

"Idiot! Idiot!"

Qing Yurou cursed angrily and was about to sit cross-legged to lead the soul into the realm of hungry ghosts to help Zhang Yifeng perform this heaven-defying act. At this moment, a breeze wrapped around Qing Yurou and sent her aside.

The azure light ball floated in front of Zhang Yifeng. As the azure light streamed into Zhang Yifeng's body, all the strangeness around Zhang Yifeng disappeared, and his eyes were crystal clear, like gems.

"Guixumu."

The change in Zhang Yifeng's eyes caused a huge wave in Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness, but in an instant, all the power of consciousness was suppressed.

"Thank you for your help, senior!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Yifeng clashed his fists together, and the next moment, the power of the hungry ghost realm madly poured into the nearly three hundred spiritual forces.

Countless bloodline branches were reflected in Zhang Yifeng's mind, some were invaded by death energy, and some were normal. Zhang Yifeng controlled the hungry ghost power and poured it into the bodies of nearly three hundred Ao tribe members. Each hungry ghost power had to be controlled very carefully.

The shadows of the three Ghost Emperors suppressed the bloodlines of all the Ao clan members, preventing them from being broken by the influence of the hungry ghost power.

Zhang Yifeng unraveled the mystery, and with the help of Guixu Purpose, his sea of ​​consciousness became even more powerful, and the perception power of Zhang Yifeng's soul also reached a higher level.

Under this dark sea, time seemed to have lost its meaning. Half a year passed, and as Zhang Yifeng fell heavily to the ground, the entire Beiwuao clan palace was filled with waves of vast vitality.

That vitality is more vast than the ocean, endless, and extremely magical.

Qing Yurou helped Zhang Yifeng up and looked at the unconscious Zhang Yifeng with a complicated expression on her face.

"He is a man who does not know his limits."

After a long time, Qing Yurou spat, sensing that there was still vitality in Zhang Yifeng's body and nothing went wrong, so Qing Yurou was no longer worried.

The curse in the blood of more than 200 members of the Beiwuao tribe has now been resolved, and they are all full of energy. Their old appearance has returned to that of youth, including Xuan Qingxuan.

Xuan Qingxuan now looks even more beautiful and delicate.

The entire Beiwuao tribe was crying with joy. They had been on the verge of extinction, but the appearance of Zhang Yifeng not only brought hope, but also lifted the curse.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng looked like a god in the eyes of the Beiwuao tribe.

Xuan Qingxuan pulled Qing Yurou up and said, "Since he hasn't woken up yet, let's stay here for a while. Wait until he recovers and then leave."

"it is good."

Qing Yurou did not reject Xuan Qingxuan's kindness. Zhang Yifeng's cultivation had already fallen and he was only at the Immortal Emperor level. Now he was even more injured because of saving the Beiwuao tribe.

The Beiwuao clan is one of the most powerful imperial clans in the entire Chaos Realm. Even if it has declined, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. There must be many treasures in this Guixu Sea.

And these treasures can be used as a source of recovery for Zhang Yifeng.

This time he was in a coma for a full half month. When Zhang Yifeng woke up, he looked at the magnificent scenery above his head and realized that he was still in the palace of the Beiwuao clan.

"woke up?"

During these days, Qing Yurou stayed by Zhang Yifeng's side all the time. She sensed it the first time Zhang Yifeng woke up.

"Well, how long has it been?"

"It took you half a year to resolve the matter of the Beiwu Ao tribe, and now it's been another half a month."

Zhang Yifeng rubbed his swollen and painful head and let out a long breath: "It took more than half a year to get the method to control the Zhenwu Xuanjia. It's worth it."

After a pause, Zhang Yifeng looked at Qing Yurou. His pair of deep blue eyes seemed to be able to absorb everything into them.

"Your eyes..."

"Oh, it's the Guixu Eyes given to me by two emperor-level masters of the Beiwu Ao Clan in the Nether Abyss. I have gained a lot from this trip, and it is worth it."

Hearing this, Qing Yurou sighed helplessly. In Qing Yurou's opinion, every action Zhang Yifeng took was like dancing on the edge of a knife.

It can be said that if Zhang Yifeng were not careful in his actions, he would be doomed to failure.

But Zhang Yifeng was able to escape danger and benefit from it every time.

"I'm afraid that only by not fearing difficulties and obstacles can one carry the supreme fortune."

Looking at the man in front of her, Qing Yurou thought secretly.

As Zhang Yifeng stood up, his well-proportioned and strong body appeared in Qing Yurou's sight.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Suit up."

The two spoke almost at the same time. Zhang Yifeng looked at his naked appearance, then looked at Qing Yurou.

The latter turned his head away, remaining calm.

"It was Miss Yurou who took off your clothes and wiped the blood off your body. That day, you carried too much spiritual power and your body was almost torn into pieces."

Just as Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and the spiritual light turned into clothes and draped over his body, Xuan Qingxuan slowly walked towards him outside the house.

Xuan Qingxuan was now wearing a white dress with a mountain and river pattern embroidered with gold thread and a golden crown on her head. Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Are you, the clan leader?"

"The credit for this incident was attributed to me by the tribe members. I was entrusted with the position of tribe leader in fulfillment of the tribe members' wishes."

Xuan Qingxuan's tone was relaxed. Now that the troubles of the Beiwuao tribe had been resolved, the haze in her heart had completely dissipated.

"No, this problem has not been solved yet. If we don't deal with the curse caster, there may be more changes in the future."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head, and at this moment, Xuan Qingxuan's face also showed a trace of solemnity: "This is troublesome. The Supreme Elder has already sent me a message and told me to wait for you to wake up and let me take you to Guixu."

"Walk."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng did not hesitate at all.

The trouble that the Beiwuao tribe encountered this time made Zhang Yifeng feel difficult.

Naturally, Zhang Yifeng would not refuse the invitation from the supreme elder of the Beiwuao tribe.

"The events here seem to be somewhat related to the secrets deep within this world. I should be able to learn something from the great elder of the Beiwu Ao tribe."

Zhang Yifeng thought so and realized that he knew too little about the current chaotic world, or the nine realms of mountains and seas.