Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

If it weren't for the protection of the Zhutian Sword Formation, Ye Xingchen and the others who were in a state of enlightenment would probably have been killed on the spot by these outsiders.

Zhang Yifeng's figure floated in the void, crossing the rivers and streams. He pointed with one finger and the Zhutian Sword Formation hummed. Now that Zhang Yifeng had entered the late stage of the Immortal Lord, the immortal energy in his body was like an ocean, pouring into the Zhutian Sword Formation. In an instant, thousands of sword shadows gathered and turned into the afterimage of the Candle Dragon, sweeping towards those people.

"No! Back off!"

The leader shouted loudly, and everyone retreated dozens of miles, barely avoiding the attack of the Candle Dragon's residual image.

Not everyone can withstand a blow that draws on the power of the Demon God. This Fallen Bone Holy Land can only accommodate those below the level of the Immortal Lord, and Zhang Yifeng is already invincible at this level.

"Who is coming!"

The man shouted loudly and looked at Zhang Yifeng with a bad look.

"I want to ask, who are you? My young people are practicing enlightenment on this mountain, why did you attack and kill them?"

Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly, and his eyes as he looked at these people were filled with murderous intent.

If it weren't for Guixu's eyes, it would have been impossible to discover this opportunity. For this reason, Zhang Yifeng was sure that the reason these people took action was not to snatch the white mist spiritual energy.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man frowned, his thoughts racing. The origin of the imperial magic weapon in front of him was not simple, and this young man could operate it freely, so it was obvious that he was quite powerful.

"These people are full of blood and energy, especially the leader. If we can devour his blood and energy, it will be considered an opportunity in this Fallen Bone Holy Land!"

These people are not from the Chaos Realm, but cultivators from the Tempering Realm, which is outside the Nine Realms of Mountains and Seas and is equivalent to the Chaos Realm.

The leader was named Rong Ci, and his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Immortal Lord. But even so, he felt a little fear when facing Zhang Yifeng just now.

"Brother Rong, what should we do?"

"Retreat first. I don't know what these people are practicing here. Let's observe them in secret first."

Rong Ci's face was gloomy. This was the ninth time that Rong Ci entered the Holy Land of Fallen Bones. This place had been wandering in the chaos and used by cultivators from many worlds long before the three Immortal Emperors of the Demon Slaying Sect suppressed and imprisoned it.

And Zhang Yifeng is definitely the most powerful opponent Rong Ci has ever encountered during these nine trips to the holy land.

So strong that Rong Ci dared not act rashly.

The residual image of the Candle Dragon coiled around Zhang Yifeng, and its vast power was condensed from thousands of sword shadows, revealing a murderous intent.

After a long time, Rong Ci and others disappeared, and their breath dissipated from Zhang Yifeng's spiritual perception. Zhang Yifeng turned around and looked at the people on the mountain.

The changes in the outside world naturally attracted their attention. Ye Xingchen stood up and looked at Zhang Yifeng: "Master Feng Yifeng, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Do you know where they came from?"

"Quenyuan Realm is the gift of Rongci, the descendant of Blood Evil Emperor. The entire Quenyuan Realm is now being refined by Blood Evil Emperor to absorb and devour the Qi of others to strengthen his own cultivation. This Rongci is naturally also practicing this way.

If Peak Master Feng Yi hadn’t arrived in time, I would have been dead by the time they broke through the sword formation.”

Before Ye Xingchen could speak, Lin Cuiyang at the side answered.

Although everyone is now a cultivator from the Chaos Realm, before the Chaos Flood came, all cultivators came from various worlds. What Lin Cuiyang knows is far more than others.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly: "We don't go looking for trouble, but trouble finds us."

For the cultivators in the Tempering Yuan Realm, the weak Immortal Venerable Realm cultivators are their greatest opportunity.

Although the Chaos Realm is ranked among the Nine Realms of Mountains and Seas, it is quite a stretch. Even if it is placed among the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the Heavens outside the Domain, it cannot be ranked at the top.

Therefore, the cultivators from this chaotic world are the best supplements for Rong Ci.

"The spiritual power here has been almost absorbed. How do you feel?"

“I’ve never felt so happy!”

Although the imperial clan are all demons, the demons' perception of spiritual energy is even better than that of humans.

The incomparably pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth was now being absorbed by everyone, and the joy that was spreading around them could not be concealed.

"Let's find another mountain peak. The demonic power in your bodies must be filled to its limit. There will be many tough battles waiting for us."

Zhang Yifeng let out a breath and said so.

Everyone's faces turned grim upon hearing this, knowing that there were countless dangers in this holy land of fallen bones.

Without Zhang Yifeng leading the way, they entered the Fallen Bone Holy Land many times, but they had to avoid others. It was really unavoidable. When facing life and death, they used the methods of the Emperor Realm to escape from this place.

Speaking of opportunities, it's not a big one. Now following Zhang Yifeng's side, this spiritual power alone is an opportunity that they never dared to ask for.

Zhang Yifeng looked into the distance and had already outlined a direction in his mind. Following this path, he would not only be able to absorb spiritual power but also get closer to the depths of the Fallen Bone Holy Land.

A sacred being fell in this world, and the sacred remains modified the laws of the entire world, turning it into a holy place like this, which is enough to show the power of the sacred might.

With this pair of Guixu Eyes, Zhang Yifeng could sense that there were not many opportunities, caves, secret realms and treasures in the Fallen Bone Holy Land, but Zhang Yifeng could clearly perceive that in the deepest part of the Fallen Bone Holy Land, there was a forbidden existence that was enough to tear apart the heaven and earth, and the pressure it emitted was enough to destroy a person's soul.

As Zhang Yifeng and others set off, a glimmer of greed flashed in Rong Ci's eyes secretly.

"That sword formation is also a rare treasure. Haha, this small Chaos Realm still has quite a few treasures."

Rong Ci stretched out his hand and everyone disappeared into the darkness, following Zhang Yifeng and others for hundreds of miles, tracking them like hyenas.

In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed. Rong Ci was quite puzzled as to why Zhang Yifeng and others had to stop every time they reached a high mountain. In this way, they could not find any opportunity to attack others.

In front of him, a basin stretching for tens of thousands of miles appeared in Zhang Yifeng's sight, and this mountain contained the last ray of white mist containing spiritual power, which was absorbed into everyone's body.

"I feel like I'm only one opportunity away from reaching the Great Perfection of the Supreme Realm!"

Yu Zhuixuan looked at his hands, feeling the demonic power filling his body, and said so.

In half a month, the spiritual power of the white mist on this mountain peak was enough to rival the hundred years of hard training of everyone in the Chaos Realm.

"Why is this bone-falling ground so quiet?"

At the side, Lin Cuiyang frowned and spoke, and everyone noticed what was happening after hearing what he said.

The basin in front of us is where the sacred bones fell. It is the center of the entire Fallen Bone Holy Land and the place where many opportunities are born.

In the past, there would have been endless fighting in this bone-falling ground, with cultivators from all realms fighting each other. But today, in this bone-falling ground covering tens of thousands of miles, there is not a single fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"When things go wrong, there must be a monster."

Zhang Yifeng narrowed his eyes, and azure light flowed across his eyes, trying to see through this place where bones were buried.