Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Oracle is the text of the divine realm. The biggest difference between this text and ordinary text is that it is drawn with divine light and will not disappear even after tens of millions of years.

Zhang Yifeng knew nothing about oracles, but Lin Cuiyang knew that the ancient bronze palace in front of them was the Shenguan Palace.

A sacred storage treasure, what kind of opportunities are hidden in this Divine Light Palace is self-evident.

Ye Xingchen and others suppressed their ecstasy, looked at the ancient bronze palace in front of them, and were eager to try, but at this moment, an inappropriate voice sounded.

"It's a treat to see it all, isn't it?"

Several figures walked out from the darkness. They were none other than Rong Ci, the cultivator from the Tempering Yuan Realm with whom he had a conflict not long ago.

Seeing the man in front of him, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why don't I kill you with one sword and enjoy this ancient bronze palace alone."

"Haha, I am broad-minded. I have just told the cultivators from all walks of life about the location of the Divine Light Palace."

As he spoke, Rong Ci pointed toward the ceiling.

A dazzling halo of light dissipated and turned into an order, indicating the three big words "Shenguan Palace".

Under normal circumstances, this order alone would be enough to attract a large number of powerful people to gather here.

With the existence of the Shenguan Palace, no one can resist the temptation.

But the present is different from the past. Zhang Yifeng was not afraid at all: "What a broad-minded person you are. This world is a place of bone-falling, and time and space are in chaos. I wonder how many people can see your order."

"Ok?"

Just as Rong Ci was about to say something, Zhang Yifeng had already swung his sword. The dazzling sword shadow swallowed up the light of the surrounding sky, and wherever it passed, it brought about complete destruction.

"not good!"

Faced with the sudden sword, Rong Ci's heart was filled with alarm bells. Waves of bloody evil aura wrapped around his body, forming a barrier to try to block the sword.

But on the Sixteenth Saint of Silence, dense blood lines coiled and turned into tentacles, pulling on the blood evil spiritual barrier. However, in the blink of an eye, the barrier was shattered into pieces.

The Sixteen Saints of Silence, who had absorbed enough Shura power, underwent another significant change.

This sword cut off half of Rong Ci's body. Filled with violent murderous intent, the sword slashed down, as if the Shura battlefield had arrived.

"Shura Daobing! Where are you from?"

Half of Rong Ci's body was broken, and the Shura power was tearing at the bloody surface, looking extremely hideous.

But Rong Ci was, after all, the descendant of the Blood Evil Emperor. Even if this sword cut off half of his body, it would not affect his life.

Zhang Yifeng snorted coldly when he saw this: "How are you going to deal with this sword?"

This person in front of him had already provoked Zhang Yifeng for the second time. This time he wanted to attract everyone to gather here to ruin his luck. Naturally, Zhang Yifeng would not show mercy.

When the second sword was slashed out, the hungry ghost power roared, as if the gate of the underworld had opened wide, and thousands of hungry ghosts rushed out, roaring and screaming, heading towards the few people from the Tempering Yuan Realm in front of them.

"The power of the six paths of reincarnation! What kind of Taoist weapon is this!"

Rong Ci roared in his heart, and in an instant, a bloody shadow surged. He played all his cards and isolated himself, trying to block Zhang Yifeng's two casual swords.

"retreat!"

At this moment, Rong Ci had already believed what Zhang Yifeng said about the changes in space at that time.

Over a hundred breaths had passed, but there was no sign of other cultivators rushing towards the ancient bronze temple. The young man in front of him, whose origins he did not know, frightened him. If he continued to fight, he was afraid that he would really die here.

"Want to escape?"

Zhang Yifeng slapped the Void Swallowing Bag on his waist, and the Three Corpses and Six Old Formation flew out. The remains of the three great demons blocked all the laws of the Zhoutian, and along with the rush of the Avenue of Nothingness, the space stretching for dozens of miles lost its luster in an instant.

As the sword tip turned, it rolled up the Huaxu Wheel and slashed along with the sword marks, roaring like a long dragon.

"Boom boom boom!"

Loud noises were heard one after another, and Rong Ci was beaten back step by step. A look of panic appeared on his face, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to resist.

Zhang Yifeng swung out with the sword again, and a crack was torn in the sky from bottom to top. Facing this sword, Rong Ci could not even dodge, and even his soul was fixed in place.

This sword seemed to transcend cause and effect; the moment it was struck, its fate was already determined.

"Emperor, save me!"

Faced with the young man who was a monster in front of him, Rong Ci had no power to fight back at all. He pulled over his junior brother who was also the descendant of the Blood Evil Emperor, blocked Zhang Yifeng's sword with his life, and then used his trump card.

The life-saving method left behind by the powerful emperor.

For a moment, a thumping sound like a heart pumping echoed in the void, and two pairs of blood-red pupils appeared on the dome, staring at Zhang Yifeng.

In an instant, Zhang Yifeng felt as if all the blood in his body had solidified, followed by a heart-wrenching pain, and dense bloodstains appeared all over Zhang Yifeng's body.

Just this one round of attention is enough to annihilate Zhang Yifeng on the spot. This is the method used by an emperor-level powerhouse!

"Master Feng Yi Peak!"

Seeing the crisis situation before them, Ye Xingchen and others shouted loudly, and were about to use their own imperial realm methods to help Zhang Yifeng.

At this moment, a breeze blew past, holding down everyone, then floated to Zhang Yifeng's body with the breeze and turned into bursts of ghostly aura.

"Nothing!"

Zhang Yifeng stared directly at the blood-red pupils in mid-air. The power of Guixu flowed in the eyes, revealing a clear and azure color.

"Call the Law of the Evil!"

As he raised the Sixteen Saints of Silence in his hand, the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation roared and circulated, and ghost energy swirled around, just like the arrival of hungry ghosts. The figures of the three ghost emperors suddenly appeared around Zhang Yifeng.

The three ghost emperors, Peng Emperor, Lu Emperor and Xun Emperor, looked up at the blood-red pupils in the sky with countless pale pupils. As a scream echoed in the air, the blood-red pupils shattered into pieces.

The backlash of the imperial realm's methods caused Rong Ci to spit out blood and fly backwards.

Zhang Yifeng pointed at a distance and said, "Kill him!"

The three Ghost Emperors each displayed their magical powers, and for a moment, everyone felt as if they had fallen into the netherworld of ghosts. The chill that emerged from the depths of their souls reminded the saints and holy maidens behind Zhang Yifeng that in front of the Demon-Slaying Sect, Zhang Yifeng had smashed the external incarnation of the Wind, Thunder and Feather Emperor to pieces, and had even faced the immortal thunder of the heavenly calamity alone.

"The master of Fengyi Peak, he actually has the ability to compete with the emperor realm!"

Lin Cuiyang murmured in a low voice, his eyes full of admiration.

On the side, Ye Xingchen shouted: "Peak Master Feng Yi is mighty!"

As the Summoning Demon Law was put into operation, the power of the three Ghost Emperors poured out, and Rong Ci in front of him was unable to contend with it even if he played all his trump cards.

When the boundless ghost energy returned to the Sixteen Saints of Silence, the Nine Revolutions of Reincarnation was pacified, and the cultivator of the Tempering Yuan Realm was completely annihilated.

Zhang Yifeng let out a breath. Now that he had entered the late stage of the Immortal Lord, the power he brought about by the use of the Law of Summoning Evil was even stronger, but the consumption was also not to be underestimated.

At this moment, looking at the three characters of Shenguang Palace flashing with a halo in the sky, Zhang Yifeng let out a long breath: "Trouble is coming again."