Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Xuan Qingxuan shook her head, her face full of sadness, but she didn't say a word to Zhang Yifeng.

In her opinion, if her brother did not tell anyone about Zhang Yifeng, even if he endured the torture for a while, he would probably be able to survive when Zhang Yifeng came to his rescue.

Thinking that the only reason he was able to survive here was because the blood of the Great Emperor Zhenwu was pure enough, and that Fen Hou wanted to use himself to influence the Supreme God, Xuan Qingxuan's expression became even more tragic.

With a wave of a palm-leaf fan, Zhang Yifeng took Xuan Qingxuan and headed towards the Guixu Sea.

There were four powerful saints who came this time, but only Xuan Qingxuan survived. This was a huge blow to the Beiwuao clan, which was already in a period of transition.

On the three-fold fan, the two of them did not speak a word. Xuan Qingxuan's eyes were empty, and there was a lot of melancholy in them.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the soul of Fen Hou and whispered, "Why not ask him what conspiracy he has hidden? With the foundation of the Beiwu Ao Clan, it will take less than a thousand years for the younger generations like Xuan Ziding to grow up and have their own foothold in this chaotic world. But the premise is that we must ensure that these younger generations of the Ao Clan can continue to grow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a hint of hatred flashed in Xuan Qingxuan's eyes. She wished she could imprison Fen Hou's soul in the abyss for eternity and torture him for endless years.

But what Zhang Yifeng said coincided with what Xuan Qingxuan was thinking.

She knew the temperament of her brothers and sisters best. If Xuan Qingteng had not been so greedy for life and wanted to use Zhang Yifeng's name to divert Fen Hou's attention and escape, how could he have died without a burial place?

When the Ao tribe was harmed by the blood curse, only a few of them were able to break through to the holy realm. Except for Xuan Qingxuan who had his own natural talent, the others were just taller than the other short ones, that's all.

Now the hopes of the entire Beiwuao clan should be placed on Xuan Ziding’s generation of descendants.

As the head of the clan, Xuan Qingxuan would naturally not hesitate and said immediately: "Tear open his soul. Since he is from the Fire Devouring Kingdom, he must be a celestial being."

Zhang Yifeng frowned slightly when he heard this: "A lineage of heaven and man?"

"Yes, there are two types of monsters. One type is celestial beings, who look like humans but cultivate monster powers. Although they have some animal characteristics, they are not completely beasts. The other type is born as a beast, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, practicing gradually, and then transforming into a human. All of us in the Beiwu Ao tribe are like this.

This celestial being was called a foreigner in ancient times and was not tolerated by other races. It was not until the ancient war between gods that the foreigners were able to reach the highest realm and were incorporated into the animal realm, and were then called monsters. "

Xuan Qingxuan suppressed his anger and said as calmly as possible: "Besides that, this celestial soul is pulling the Supreme Divine Realm. If we explore it directly, I'm afraid there will be a blood mark left in its soul. If it is involved in cause and effect with the Supreme Divine Realm, it will be difficult to escape."

Zhang Yifeng nodded secretly: "Luckily I have you, otherwise I would have fallen into this guy's trap."

As he spoke, in Zhang Yifeng's sea of ​​consciousness, the Tree of Wisdom emanated bursts of emerald green vitality, which then transformed into the sharpest soul blade, tearing apart the remaining soul of Fen Hou.

Amidst a heart-wrenching wail, countless images miraculously emerged in front of Zhang Yifeng. These images were all fragments of Fen Hou's memories. The scene was exactly the same as what Zhang Yifeng had seen in the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower, except that the memory fragments were different.

Zhang Yifeng pushed his soul to the extreme, and all the memories of his soul came into his eyes. In the end, Zhang Yifeng not only got the information that the Beiwuao tribe wanted, but also got what he wanted.

"This Fire Devouring Divine Nation has indeed learned a lot more under the chaos torrent."

The people from the Swallowing Fire God Nation in the Purple Gold Demon Refining Tower saw Su Zhirou's figure, and the scenes presented in the fragments of Fen Hou's memories were even more.

The monks of the Divine Court were fighting fiercely with the foreign evil demons in the chaotic torrent. Sticky, pink, swaying tentacles, revealing boundless desire, pulled and dragged the monks of the Divine Court into the chaotic torrent and disappeared.

In addition, Su Zhirou was not influenced by any external force and escaped into the chaotic torrent. In Fen Hou's clearer memory, Zhang Yifeng clearly noticed that Su Zhirou had a pious look on her face, as if there was some irresistible temptation in the chaotic torrent.

"What is hidden behind the torrent..."

Looking at the pink tentacles, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but smack his lips. Even for him, the power flowing through the tentacles seemed too strong and difficult to approach.

Even if it was himself, if he were to be caught in that chaotic torrent and use all his trump cards, he would be completely unable to withstand the pull of the tentacles unless he used the power of the chaotic gods and demons.

"call......"

Now that he has a better understanding of the nine realms of mountains and seas as well as the entire universe, Zhang Yifeng knows that hidden behind this chaotic world is an incomparably magnificent scenery, but at the same time, hidden beneath this magnificent scenery is endless danger.

"God's struggle, what is it?"

Zhang Yifeng looked at Xuan Qingxuan. In Fen Hou's memory, Zhang Yifeng had heard of more than one divine struggle, but what exactly happened? The memory seemed to have some kind of great power that blurred it, and Zhang Yifeng found it difficult to explore it thoroughly.

"The so-called divine struggle is, as its name implies, a struggle between gods."

After a long time, Xuan Qingxuan let out a breath and told the story slowly.

The three-fold fan flew slowly for a full half hour before Zhang Yifeng finally understood what the divine struggle was.

In the last round of abnormal changes in mountains and seas, the nine realms of mountains and seas collapsed. The Heavenly Dao led all the heavens and myriad realms to converge in the chaotic torrent, and merged into a new ninth mountain and sea. This was a battle between gods.

A true battle between gods.

People of Fen Hou's level naturally had no idea what the fight was about, and although Xuan Qingxuan knew something, he didn't dare to say much.

That is a true god. Just his words can even cross the boundless sea of ​​stars and attract his own attention.

“And the struggle between my Beiwu’ao clan and the Swallowing Fire Divine Kingdom and other imperial clans has also been going on since the ancient gods’ struggle.

During the ancient battle between gods, the Great Emperor Zhenwu killed all the monsters in the name of exorcising demons. However, due to the merits of monster cultivators like us in the water who had helped the Emperor of Humanity to control the flood, we were spared and obeyed the Great Emperor Zhenwu, and were able to survive.

As for the Fire Devouring Divine Nation and other demon cultivators, they were almost wiped out. If it weren’t for the celestial beings who had reached the highest divine realm, they would have been completely destroyed during the ancient divine struggle. Because of this, the blood feud between the two clans could not be resolved.”

After a pause, a look of horror flashed across Xuan Qingxuan's eyes: "What this tribe member of the Swallowing Fire Divine Country just wanted to do was to pollute the bloodline of the Great Emperor Zhenwu and disperse the Ten Thousand Worlds, thereby affecting the Supreme God himself!"

When these words came out, Zhang Yifeng felt shocked.

That is a true god, how could these immortal monks covet him?

But, Fen Hou had done it, and was just a little short of success.

If the blood curse is planted, perhaps for a thousand years, perhaps for ten thousand years, the Great Emperor Zhenwu will surely suffer from it.