Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

This is exactly the world that Zhang Yifeng expects.

So what if there is chaos? Only by chaos can we stand more firmly in this world.

Not to mention that Zhang Yifeng’s own goal is to replace the world will of this chaotic world.

Now that the beasts have come to intervene, the chaos that had been pacified by the Great Emperor Zhenwu has begun to become turbulent again.

"As the saying goes, troubled waters bring easy fish. Haha, this time, let me experience the abilities of this emperor-level expert!"

As early as when he was in the realm of Immortal Venerable, Zhang Yifeng could compete with those in the realm of Immortal Emperor. Now that he has entered the realm of Immortal Sage, he has mastered all the trump cards. Even if he is the Immortal Emperor, Zhang Yifeng does not take it to heart at all.

The three-fold fan fluttered and went towards the direction of the Demon-Slaying Sect.

At this moment in the Demon-Slaying Sect, the battle between humans and demons became more and more brutal. Without the protection of the sect's protective formation, the Immortal Saint was besieged by the Demon Saint. An endless stream of demons came like a tide, and there was no end in sight. The disciples of the Demon-Slaying Sect were struggling to cope.

"It was surprisingly easy."

The old man from Yinshan stood in the air. Although he had used a secret method to barely recover 70% of his peak strength, the Demon-Slaying Sect's foundation was not simple. The old man from Yinshan only watched the battle in front of him, conserving his strength, waiting to deal a fatal blow to the Demon-Slaying Sect.

Zhang Yifeng was lured away, and Liantian Immortal Saint, the most powerful Immortal Saint, was seriously injured. The three Immortal Emperors in the Chaos Tower were constrained by the siege of a group of Demon Emperors and Monster Emperors, and it was difficult to escape. The entire Demon-Slaying Sect could be said to be at its weakest.

The old man from Yinshan has already grasped the right time, place and people.

At this moment, a stream of light flew over and headed towards the Demon-Slaying Sect.

Above the sky, the old man from Yinshan looked at him with a frown: "How could it come so fast?"

He knew the details of Lotus Heavenly Saint best. It could even be said that the reason why Lotus Heavenly Saint was able to infiltrate the Demon-Slaying Sect and serve as a spy for the demon clan was all due to the manipulation of the Yinshan Old Man.

An evil spirit that has condensed the appearance of infinite living beings is equivalent to having countless lives. Even if it cannot defeat Zhang Yifeng, it should be able to hold Zhang Yifeng back.

But if you calculate it this way, how long did Lotus Heavenly Saint hold out in Zhang Yifeng's hands? Less than a quarter of an hour!

"This boy is extremely powerful. We must not let him enter the Demon Slayer Sect."

Although Zhang Yifeng is not an Immortal Emperor, if Zhang Yifeng were to join the battle, the changes that could be caused would probably be even greater than those of an Immortal Emperor.

Recalling the power of Zhang Yifeng's punch, even the old man from Yinshan was still frightened.

As he thought about this, the old man from Yinshan flashed and headed towards where Zhang Yifeng was.

"Go away!"

The moment this breath emerged, Zhang Yifeng had already sensed it, and with a loud shout, he swung out with the Sixteen Saints of Silence, creating a sword aura that was like a tornado. Now facing the old man from Yinshan, he showed no mercy at all. The power of hungry ghosts and the power of nothingness came out together, coupled with the powerful devouring intention of the Sixteen Saints of Silence, a hole was torn out in the sky.

"retreat!"

There was a strange light flashing in the old man from Yinshan's eyes, and ecstasy rose in his heart.

If Zhang Yifeng killed the Lotus Heavenly Saint and then retreated, it would be troublesome for him. However, he was reckless and wanted to get involved in this mess. For him, it was really a double happiness.

The old man from Yinshan, who had recovered 70% of his strength from his peak, gave a command, and the sword energy in the air disappeared into thin air, returning to the Sixteen Saints of Silence.

However, this Taoist soldier, who had a similar mind to Zhang Yifeng, let out a painful buzzing sound. The sword energy did not simply retreat back into the sword tip, but injured the Sixteen Saints of Silence with the same power.

Zhang Yifeng knew very well the power of this Taoist weapon. Even the Sixteen Saints of Ji himself could not withstand such power.

"It seems that this old thing has become different."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man from Yinshan with a serious look in his eyes.

If this old man from Yinshan still only knew how to run away like he did not long ago, then he was definitely not worthy of Zhang Yifeng's serious attention.

But at this moment, the enemy in front of him is worthy of Zhang Yifeng's full effort.

Glancing at the Demon Slayer Sect, Zhang Yifeng put away his fighting spirit and smiled: "But I don't have much time to waste with you, so just stay here and have fun."

As Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand, the law of summoning evil began to work, and the figures of three Ghost Emperors suddenly appeared in the void.

"Your tricks are just trifles. They can no longer affect me!"

The old man from Yinshan sneered, and was about to use the method of reversing time again, but he saw Zhang Yifeng stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance, and the power of the human world rushed into the bodies of the three Ghost Emperors frantically. In an instant, the power of the human world turned into the power of hungry ghosts, which had completely different properties from theirs.

The entire sky seemed to have turned into the underworld of the dead. Apart from the death energy that surged like huge waves, there was no other breath.

The sky was gray and the wind was howling, bringing with it waves of strange noises like the howling of ghosts and wolves. In this world, everything seemed to be decided by Zhang Yifeng.

"No time reversal, no space changes."

The chaotic energy in Zhang Yifeng's body poured out like running water and poured into this den of ghosts. But just these two words made the old man from Yinshan feel like he was struck by lightning.

"You! How can you master such divine power!?"

"After I have dealt with those guys in the Demon Slayer Sect, I will come and tell you in detail how I mastered it."

Zhang Yifeng grinned, his face full of arrogance.

The power of the human world is the most gentle force among the six realms of reincarnation, otherwise it would not be accepted by the Heavenly Way. Thus, it would become a vassal of the Heavenly Way without any shackles.

Of course, it is not easy to convert the power of the human world into the power of the hungry ghost world so easily and maintain the arrival of the power of the hungry ghost world. However, the power of the human world that Zhang Yifeng controls is created by himself.

Just like your own arms and hands, you can do whatever you want.

As Zhang Yifeng's figure flashed and fell into the Demon-Slaying Sect, he saw Qing Yurou holding a magic wand in her hand. Waves of green light spurted out from the wand and transformed into hundreds of snake shadows, rushing towards the sky.

"Why don't you use the Heavenly Brush? These demon saints are not easy to deal with."

Hearing the familiar voice, Qing Yurou did not even turn her head, and said while controlling the staff: "There is still the aura of an emperor-level strongman on the top of the sky. Isn't it an overreaction to use the Huatian Pen in such a place!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng's eyes were full of appreciation: "Not bad, but it seems that there is no need to use this treasure."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright light flashed above the Shenguan Palace, and a scroll appeared in Zhang Yifeng's palm.

As a trace of chaotic energy poured into the scroll, golden light began to flow on the scroll, and wrapped in divine light, it flew towards the higher sky.

The scroll unfolded automatically without wind, and as rays of divine light fell, the lines of the three-headed monster bird painted on it flashed with strange and cruel light. Suddenly, a bird cried, and a violent and terrifying power swept across the earth.