Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"That's Shura's power!"

Jidu was shocked and looked at the Sixteen Saints of Silence in Zhang Yifeng's hand. He knew that it was because of this Taoist weapon that it devoured and absorbed the Shura power when fighting with him that day. But what Jidu did not expect was that now this Shura power could actually be used by Zhang Yifeng.

"boom!"

The power of the hungry ghosts turned into mist and dissipated immediately under the shining of the divine power. Although they were all powers of the six realms of reincarnation, the suppression of the hungry ghosts by the heavenly realm was like the scorching sun shining on the winter snow, and no evil spirits could arise during this period.

But the power of Shura was able to withstand the combined strength of the three. In an instant, the sword edge slashed down, carrying with it the bloody evil like a torrent and waterfall, rushing towards Haoyun, Siming and the other two.

"what!"

Haoyun Siming was shocked. The person in front of him was clearly a cultivator from the Chaos Realm. How could he possibly display the power of Shura?

The bloody torrent rushed forward, and in an instant it actually polluted the divine nature of the Heavenly Dao that lingered around the three people.

Under the devouring intention of the sword marks of the Sixteen Saints of Silence, the divinity of the Heavenly Dao instantly poured into Zhang Yifeng's body.

"I want this bone, you should find another one."

Zhang Yifeng turned the sword and pointed it at the three people in front of him, with a hint of mockery on his face.

If these three people come to cause trouble for him as soon as they enter the Fallen Bone Holy Land, Zhang Yifeng will have to retreat unless he uses his real trump card.

But now these three people have been worn out by the mysterious man in gray robe, and are now suffering setbacks in the Shenguan Palace. Naturally, Zhang Yifeng will not take these three people seriously.

On the side, Jidu grinned grimly, holding a big knife in his hand, and slowly walked to Zhang Yifeng's side. As the Shura blood sea suddenly emerged, even the Sixteen Saints of Ji in Zhang Yifeng's hand began to exude a more violent bloody intent.

"You running dogs of Heaven, you still refuse to retreat when you see me. Well, if you keep jumping around in front of me, I will definitely not let you live!"

Jidu shouted loudly and swung his sword. At this moment, bursts of buzzing sounds came from the void, like the sound of a huge bell. The sound was deep and distant, as if it came from eternity.

The moment the bell sounded, the blood and energy in Jidu's body disappeared, and the Shura power was suppressed in an instant, making it difficult for him to use any of it. In front of him, Haoyun Siming was holding a purple-gold bell and shaking it gently. It was obviously a bell, but in Haoyun Siming's hand it seemed as heavy as tens of millions of pounds. The bell sound came from this palm-sized bell.

"Om!!"

Another bell rang, and Jidu's body was torn into pieces and exploded into a bloody mist.

Zhang Yifeng clearly sensed that Jidu's soul was taken away by an incomparably vast and terrifying aura. He did not die, but it dissipated between heaven and earth. It seemed that he had returned to the boundless battlefield as he said.

"It's the power of the Forbidden Furnace! Retreat!"

"Use your trump card. You and I can't help Feng Yi Peak Master. Staying here will only lead to our deaths in vain!"

"Blood in the heart, soul to guide! Ancestor, save me!"

In the distance, Ye Xingchen and others realized something was wrong. Without Zhang Yifeng saying anything, they had already used the methods of the Emperor Realm to escape from the Fallen Bone Holy Land.

Enveloped in the power of the imperial realm, the power of the forbidden furnace attached to the purple gold bell did not affect these saints at all.

Nowadays, in the Fallen Bone Holy Land, all opportunities that could be considered as chances have almost been taken by others. However, not only did the demonic power of everyone on this trip reach the limit, surpassing decades of hard training in the Chaos Realm, but they also received magic weapons that could still be used in the Divine Light Palace. This harvest was even greater than that of the previous trips to the holy land.

The real treasure of the Fallen Bone Holy Land before them, the sacred bones, and the three magical treasures surging with divine light before the bones, naturally had nothing to do with them, and the saints did not dare to think about them at all.

Feeling the spatial fluctuations sweeping around him, Zhang Yifeng nodded with satisfaction. If these saints stayed by his side, they would be a burden.

"This is the forbidden power of the Emperor Realm. How can you be safe and sound?!"

Haoyun Siming's gaze narrowed slightly, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng grinned: "Forbidden power? Is this the power you are talking about?"

As soon as he finished speaking, forbidden powers unique to the Emperor Realm began to flow within Zhang Yifeng's body. The forbidden furnace rose and transformed into the phantom of a square tripod, burning with a flame of nothingness, which cast down a barrier and isolated all intrusions from the purple gold bell.

"How can it be!!"

Haoyun Siming glared at Zhang Yifeng in front of him and suddenly felt angry.

How could this crappy native of the Chaos World have so many opportunities?

Naturally, he would not think that Zhang Yifeng had hidden his cultivation like the mysterious man in gray robe. In the First Mountain and Sea, there were many geniuses who could suddenly realize the power of the forbidden furnace in the realm of Immortal Venerable. But without exception, they were all from the true God Clan, the sons of God who gathered the power of the entire clan!

That was truly the center of attention, and it was something that could not be compared to those monks in the Chaos Realm who claimed to be the holy sons of the imperial clan.

However, the power surging around Zhang Yifeng was clearly the power of taboo.

How could Haoyun Siming accept this? At this moment, in his eyes, Zhang Yifeng was a thief who stole the opportunity that belonged to the Heavenly Dao and the Mountain and Sea.

"The evil people have seized the good fortune of heaven and earth and used it to support themselves. I respectfully ask the gods to punish this boy!"

Haoyun Siming stabbed his palm into his side, and in an instant, the flowing golden blood dyed his palm and half of his body red gold. The solemn golden light mixed with the scene that seemed like a demonic ritual, weird yet sacred.

As the golden blood flowed, the same thing happened to the two people beside Haoyun Siming. For a moment, the strong smell of blood filled Zhang Yifeng's nostrils.

At this moment, a crack appeared in the void of the ancient temple, and bursts of dragon roars surged from the crack.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the threat of death swept over his whole body.

If that dragon roar hits him, he will die no matter what means he uses!

This was the only thought left in Zhang Yifeng's mind, and he slapped his Void Bag. The Zhutian Sword Formation dragged the remnant of the Zhulong demon god, and transformed it into a dragon shadow and flew towards the space crack. The sun and the moon rose above the blade of the Three-Sun-Moon Flying Sword, piercing through the void.

In his eyes, azure blue flowed, and the Demon-Slaying God Armor and the Zhenwu Black Armor flew out at the same time. The Zhenwu pressure was all over his body. The Zhenwu Black Armor turned into a large formation and the nine-day thunder buzzed, turning into a thunderstorm to isolate Zhang Yifeng.

In just a moment, all the cards were revealed, but the dragon roar coming from the space crack easily tore everything apart. A golden dragon shadow, no bigger than a thumb, pierced through Zhang Yifeng's chest, instantly depriving him of all his life.

Aging, corruption, and cracks appeared on Zhang Yifeng's body surface, and in an instant, they turned into a ball of flying ash and dissipated.