Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"Fen Hou, that idiot!"

Chaos Realm, an unknown forbidden place.

Countless corpses and bones are hidden in the dark and narrow canyon. Occasionally, a ghost flashes by in the mist that permeates the canyon.

It was in such a haunted place that the mysterious man in gray robe sat cross-legged on a bone altar, with anger revealed on his face hidden under his hood.

It was he who instructed Fen Hou to go and cause trouble for the Beiwuao tribe, and that trip to the holy land also had a significant impact on him.

Now that his cultivation level has declined, let alone causing trouble for Zhang Yifeng, or taking the Taiwu Ring from Zhang Yifeng.

"Yinshan, it's rare to see you like this."

In this depressing canyon filled with death and jagged bones, a powerful voice suddenly arose, and the old man from Yinshan was immediately alarmed.

No living creature can set foot here. Apart from the God of Destiny, no one else should know about his existence in this chaotic world.

"Could it be Haoyun Siming of Zhitiansi?"

As he thought about this, the figure of the old man from Yinshan turned into nothingness and disappeared, disappearing in the mist of the canyon, wandering above the forest of thousands of bones. In an instant, the old man from Yinshan turned into the entire canyon.

Haoyun Siming, that is the true realm of gods. If I were at the peak, I could still compete with Haoyun Siming. But if Haoyun Siming descended to this world now, only death would greet me.

"You've been hiding for tens of thousands of years, and you're still not making any progress!"

There was a hint of teasing in the powerful voice, and a sinister smile appeared on the face of the old man from Yinshan under his gray robe, and his figure emerged from the bone forest again.

In the bone forest below the canyon, in the dark and gray fog, a figure seemed to slowly walk out.

When he saw who was coming, the old man from Yinshan said jokingly: I didn't expect that the White Emperor hadn't refined you yet! "

As soon as he finished speaking, the man burst into laughter. The sound was like thunder, exploding in the canyon, and even the surrounding stone walls were cracked by this laughter.

The man was as tall as two strong men put together. His naked chest was grey and black in colour. His muscles seemed to be made of hard rocks, and on top of them were magic patterns that flashed scarlet light like molten lava.

The most special thing is that under his ribs, there are three arm bones hanging on each side. The arm bones alone are thicker than the waist of an ordinary person. Apart from the two intact arms, the six arm bones on both sides hang under his body, adding a sense of weirdness.

This is a demon, and he is the emperor among demons.

Eight-Bone Demon Emperor.

If any disciples from the Demon Slaying Sect were here, they would know that the Eight-Bone Demon Emperor in front of them is one of the Nine Demon Emperors and Demon Emperors suppressed in the Demon Slaying Sect's Chaos Tower.

Although he is of the lowest rank, the power of the Eight-Bone Demon Emperor should not be underestimated.

"Speaking of refining, the first one to be refined should be a little bastard like you."

The Eight-Bone Demon Emperor suddenly smiled, his sharp fangs showing, making the smile even more ferocious. Before the Yinshan old man could even react, the Eight-Bone Demon Emperor's arm had already grabbed the Yinshan old man's neck and lifted him up from the ground.

"Where is the Taiwu inheritance?"

A sound like the clanging of metal came out from the mouth of the Eight Bone Demon Emperor. The old man from Yinshan was about to say something, but a flash of red light flashed in the eyes of the Eight Bone Demon Emperor: "Don't try to lie to me. I have been tempered in the Chaos Tower and know much more than you."

As soon as these words came out, the old man from Yinshan struggled and said, "It's not in my hands, and I didn't get it from the Falling Bone Holy Land either. Otherwise, how could I hide here and linger on!"

Hearing this, the Eight-Bone Demon Emperor snorted coldly and threw the old man from Yinshan Mountain casually. The old man was thrown dozens of feet away, dragging a trail of dust on the ground.

The old man from Yinshan climbed up from the ground in a panic, but he had no intention of fighting back or escaping.

"Chongyang and the others have already started. The Great Emperor Zhenwu has descended into this world to quell the chaos and disrupted all of the Demon Slayer Sect's plans."

The Eight-Bone Demon Emperor sat on the bone altar with his arms resting on his knees, his eyes piercing through the mist and falling on the old man from Yinshan.

"what!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old man from Yinshan was greatly shocked.

As the Yinshan old man with the weakest cultivation among the nine demon emperors, if the three immortal emperors begin to refine them to transform them into the rhyme of Tao, then he will definitely be the first one to be refined.

Seeing the astonishment on the face of the old man from Yinshan, the Eight Bone Demon Emperor seemed to enjoy the fear coming from the old man from Yinshan very much, revealing a satisfied look: "My external incarnation is different from yours. If Chongyang and the others find out about the scapegoat you left in the Chaos Tower, what do you think will happen?"

The one who is being refined in the Chaos Tower is not his real body, but a scapegoat that he forcibly found from the endless torrent of time using secret methods, to undergo the refinement of the Chaos Tower on his behalf.

This secret method caused the old man from Yinshan to drop directly from the level of Demon Emperor to that of Demon Lord, and at one point he was even no different from an ordinary person.

Now, five hundred years have passed, and finally the person with supreme luck has appeared in his sight, and the Taiwu inheritance has also appeared with him. Everything has gone according to the cause and effect calculated by the Yinshan old man, but now a sudden change has occurred, which makes the Yinshan old man unable to bear the cost.

Previously, the three Immortal Emperors coveted the existence of the Chaos Stream. For five hundred years, they only consumed their own power in the Chaos Tower, but never thought of completely refining it.

But now that the chaotic torrent that the three Immortal Emperors feared has dissipated, if it were to be refined, he would be the first one to refine it.

Once they realize his methods, they will surely die.

"Yinshan, you only have one chance to survive."

The Eight-Bone Demon Emperor stretched out a finger, grinned, and said, "Break into the Demon Slayer Sect, destroy the Chaos Tower, and release us. Otherwise, you will be the first to die!"

"what!"

Upon hearing this, disbelief and anger flashed across the face of the old man from Yinshan. This was no different from asking him to go and die.

"You'd better think it over. After all, time is enough for us, but not for you."

The Eight-Bone Demon Emperor stood up, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he added, "If I remember correctly, it seems that your best skill is the secret of time? Then you must cherish time!"

Accompanied by deafening laughter, the Eight-Bone Demon Emperor disappeared from the sight of the Yinshan old man.

When this aura completely disappeared, the anger and surprise on the face of the Yinshan old man disappeared, and was replaced by waves of sinister smiles: "As expected of a demon, what a fool!"

As he said this, a gray mist flashed past the hand of the Yinshan old man, and a token appeared in the palm of the Yinshan old man. Wind and thunder surged on the token, and there was a word "Emperor" engraved on it. It was clearly a secret order from the Wind and Thunder Holy Clan.