Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Since this human power can be transformed into the origin of the world, and then the origin of the world can be transformed into the origin of the Heavenly Dao, then as long as we can get enough human power, wouldn't we be able to get enough origin of the Heavenly Dao?

No matter how much immortal energy Zhang Yifeng can obtain through his own practice, there is a limit to it. But if he plunders the Taoist power of the human world, then this resource will be endless.

When this crazy idea came out of Zhang Yifeng's mouth, Tong Ye not only did not stop it, but instead agreed with it.

Now, the fight with Zhitiansi has almost reached the point of death. In Zhang Yifeng's eyes, both the way of heaven and the way of man are just tools that can be used.

“It’s just that I’m still unable to absorb the Heavenly Dao Origin in the sacred bones. The Heavenly Dao Origin is too vast and too powerful. If you are not an Immortal Emperor, you can’t even take a second look at it.”

Zhang Yifeng pondered. The limit of what he could do now was to transform his immortal energy into the origin of the world. As for the origin of heaven, forget it.

No matter how powerful he is, his current realm is limited. Using such cultivation level to devour and absorb the essence of Heaven is courting death.

However, with the sacred bones in hand, Zhang Yifeng no longer needs to rely on divinity if he wants to draw the power of chaos and transform into a god or demon.

In the previous battles, he had relied on the divinity from the outside world. Now that he had the sacred bones, Zhang Yifeng only needed to use the sacred bones to easily draw on the divinity without being constrained by others.

“However, this sacred skeleton should not be used too much. If it attracts the attention of an important figure, even if all the trump cards are played, they will not be able to resist.”

Zhang Yifeng thought so, put away the Shenguan Palace, and walked out of the secret realm.

Linghua Zihou had been in this secret realm for a long time. When he saw Zhang Yifeng coming out, he bowed and greeted him: "Welcome the Immortal Lord to come out of seclusion."

"How many days will this retreat last?"

"More than three months."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Three months is definitely not a long time for cultivating immortals. Three years or thirty years are also common. But for Zhang Yifeng, three months is a bit too long.

"Although this Shen Guang Palace is good, it consumes too much time. What I lack most now is time..."

Looking up at the sky, Zhang Yifeng can now sense the chaotic torrent hidden beneath the sky.

The chaotic torrent is becoming increasingly thinner, and I'm afraid this chaos will not last too long.

When the chaotic torrent dissipates, I'm afraid that the God of Heaven will descend upon the chaotic world.

Thinking about this, Zhang Yifeng suddenly grinned: "Before that, I have to solve a few problems."

At this time, Qing Yurou, who had sensed Zhang Yifeng's presence, came here. Seeing the smile on Zhang Yifeng's face, she couldn't help but shudder: "What are you planning now?"

"The Wind and Thunder Saint Clan wanted to cause trouble for me, and even wanted to trap and kill me in the Falling Bone Holy Land. I will settle this account with them."

After the words fell, Qing Yurou raised her eyebrows slightly: "That is the imperial clan. How can you compare with them with your current cultivation level of the late Immortal Venerable Realm?"

After circulating the thumb-sized world origin in his body, Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Who said that I should use my late Immortal Venerable cultivation to fight against a rock? Won't it be enough for me to enter the Immortal Saint realm?"

Hearing this, Qing Yurou chuckled, shook her head, and said nothing more.

In Qing Yurou's opinion, even if Zhang Yifeng had extraordinary talent, it would be impossible for him to make breakthroughs one after another.

How long has it been since he returned from the Fallen Bone Holy Land? No one in the world can achieve such a rapid breakthrough.

But now for Zhang Yifeng, this is not a difficult task.

The thousands of bottles of various elixirs in the Shenguan Palace are Zhang Yifeng's largest energy reserve.

All you need to do is take all these pills, and then have them refined by the Divine Light Palace, turning them into the origin of the world and storing them in your body. Then breaking through to the level of an immortal saint will be within your reach.

"Come with me to the Beiwuao tribe."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, he threw out the magic palm fan and pulled up Qing Yurou. The two of them turned into streams of light and headed towards the Guixu Sea of ​​the Beiwuao tribe.

Now, he is using the origin of the world to control the magic palm-leaf fan under him, and its speed is as fast as a startled wild goose, piercing through the void.

This time, it didn't even take half a day for Zhang Yifeng to land on the deep sea of ​​Guixu.

As Zhang Yifeng's breath dissipated, a familiar breath rushed out of the sea.

"Who is coming?!"

Under the sea, Xuan Ziding was holding a trident and wearing silver armor, just like when Zhang Yifeng first came to the Guixu Sea.

Zhang Yifeng cupped his hands and said, "I am the leader of the Jiuhua Immortal Peak of the Demon Slaying Sect, Feng Yi."

After the words fell, Xuan Ziding frowned and looked at Zhang Yifeng: "My Beiwuao tribe has nothing to do with your Demon Slaying Sect, what are you doing here?"

For the trip to the Fallen Bone Holy Land not long ago, the Beiwuao Clan naturally sent someone, but it was not Xuan Ziding. Zhang Yifeng even took a special look at her that day and it was an unknown girl.

In this way, in the Holy Land of Fallen Bones, Zhang Yifeng had no connection with the Beiwuao Clan.

Behind the scenes, the title of the Demon-Slaying Saint is closely related to the Beiwuao Clan, but openly, Zhang Yifeng, as one of the peak masters of the Demon-Slaying Sect, has absolutely no contact with the Beiwuao Clan.

"If you want to recruit my Beiwu'ao tribe to join you in fighting against Zhitiansi, I advise you to give up this idea and don't have any wishful thinking!"

Xuan Ziding snorted coldly, the trident in his hand still pointed at Zhang Yifeng, his attitude was quite arrogant, just like when Zhang Yifeng first met this kid.

"Ziding, step back!"

At this moment, a cold sound came from the bottom of the sea, like the sound of a wind chime, without any emotion.

The next moment, Xuan Qingxuan's figure rose from the sea, covered with blue scales. The sea water split it when it touched it, without being stained at all. She wore a crown on her head and held a scepter in her hand, looking like a queen.

As soon as Xuan Qingxuan appeared, Xuan Ziding bowed and saluted: "Greetings, clan leader."

Sitting on the cattail leaf fan, Zhang Yifeng looked at Xuan Ziding in front of him. After a long time, the boy's arrogant temper seemed to have faded a lot.

The trip to the Fallen Bone Holy Land, plus the secluded practice in the Demon Slaying Sect, took nearly a year.

Zhang Yifeng looked at Xuan Qingxuan in front of him with a smile: "Meet the Chief of the Beiwuao Clan."

"follow me."

Xuan Qingxuan stretched out his hand and a huge wave turned into a whirlpool, wrapping up Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou, and disappeared into the sea.

On the side, Xuan Ziding was watching the scene in front of him, a little puzzled: "I have never seen this person before, why does the clan leader treat him like a distinguished guest?"

On the other side, in the deep palace under the sea, Xuan Qingxuan looked at Zhang Yifeng and said, "Why are you so careless? If it wasn't for that stupid boy Xuan Ziding who stopped you, he would have recognized your identity if you were flying in the air with this three-fold fan."