Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"The light boat crosses thousands of mountains, and we meet again after a long separation, waiting for the wind and rain to call us."

On the three-fold fan, Zhang Yifeng, dressed in a green shirt, swayed in the wind, and walked towards the rolling evil fog. On the side, Qing Yurou looked at Zhang Yifeng helplessly: "You guy, you are really restless."

"If the world is not at peace, how can I be at peace?"

Zhang Yifeng smiled suddenly, freely and unrestrainedly. With the three-fold fan, in just a few breaths, he had traveled thousands of miles and arrived in front of the evil fog.

In this area, there are villages stretching out on the hills, one after another, but at this moment, the mountains are stained with blood and corpses are everywhere.

Zhang Yifeng's heart was calm, but his expression was solemn.

These mortals knew that there was an immortal cave not far away. The Sky Island of the Demon-Slaying Sect suspended in the air was originally their greatest shelter. But at this moment, it has become the biggest reason for them to lose their lives.

"Immortals! Please come and save us, please save us!"

In front of a ruined village, an old man with white hair and beard knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and cried bitterly. His wrinkled forehead was covered in blood and his expression was desperate, as if such a pious call could buy him a glimmer of hope.

Half of the village was swallowed up by the swarm of insects lingering above the sky, leaving only the horrifying deep pit filled with corpses that had been torn and gnawed into pits and holes, and had turned black all over. An unknown number of corpses were piled up in the pit.

There are still people alive in the village, but they are all living a life worse than death. The swarm of insects is the real body of the Demon Lord. Although a single insect monster is not a big deal, for these mortals with flesh and blood, even if they are bitten by one of them, it will be an unbearable suffering.

"Pray to the immortal to save you? Haha, hahahahahaha!"

In the sky, the swarm of insects gathered into a giant face that was full of mockery. Tens of thousands of insects gathered in front of the old man and surrounded him. From time to time, they came forward and passed through his body, causing the old man to scream in fear, but did not cause him any harm.

It seemed that the demon lord enjoyed this kind of teasing very much.

Just as when a hunter hunts his prey, he often smiles the happiest moment when he sees the prey running away like crazy.

“Oh, the immortals! The immortals!!”

The old man's eyes were red as he knelt on the ground with his skinny and shriveled hands raised high above his head, but what greeted him was a swarm of insects as big as mosquitoes and flies, with their sharp mouthparts opening and closing, wriggling as if to swallow the old man.

The old man was disheartened, his face was pale, he closed his eyes, and accepted his fate.

But after a moment, the imagined severe pain did not come, and a figure appeared in front of him. The figure under the green shirt looked a little thin, but standing there, it was like a mountain, isolating the tide of insects and making the old man feel like he was bathed in spring breeze.

"The immortal is coming."

Zhang Yifeng opened his mouth slowly, and the strange sword in his hand slashed into the air, tearing a ray of light into the depressing sky that was covered by the rolling evil fog.

The dazzling light shone through the hole onto the earth, accompanied by the hysterical howling of the insect swarm.

With one slash from the Sixteen Saints of Silence, most of the insect swarm was shattered to pieces. Although the insect swarm was composed of countless tiny insect monsters, and damaging a few individuals would not affect the monster itself, the loss of most of them had already damaged the origin of the demon lord.

Now that Zhang Yifeng has entered the realm of Immortal Saint, the mere Demon Lord is like an ant in Zhang Yifeng's eyes.

"You, you are!!"

"Yes, I am."

In the air, the swarm of insects wanted to escape, but the Three Corpses and Six Old Formation had already been deployed. The endless avenue of nothingness existed in the bodies of the three great demons, sealing off the entire space. Zhang Yifeng pointed a sword at the sky, and the Void Wheel Sword transformed into thousands, coiling into a dragon of nothingness, crossing the sky. After a hundred breaths, the raging swarm of insects was completely destroyed.

The demon that caused trouble to one side was so terrifying that mortals could not face it, but in front of Zhang Yifeng, it seemed insignificant and could be killed with just two swords. Even if it played all its trump cards, it could not cause any waves in front of Zhang Yifeng.

The sky was growing brighter. In the dozens of villages on the rolling hills, the remaining mortals no longer hid but walked out tremblingly under the scorching sun. Looking at the evil fog that was gradually dissipating in the sky, they all burst into tears and wailed for their dead relatives.

Zhang Yifeng's figure in green looked like a god in the eyes of the few hundred or so remaining mortals.

The old man knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his voice sobbing: "Immortal bless you! Immortal bless you!"

As soon as the old man knelt, all the mortals knelt and kowtowed. The rising and falling shouts transformed into subtle forces of faith and poured into Zhang Yifeng's body.

Mixed emotions, fear, terror, and despair swirled through the Taiwu Ring and then fell into the Crystal of Heaven and Earth, filled with the power of the Crystal of Heaven and Earth.

But in just a moment, Zhang Yifeng clearly felt everything that these people had just experienced.

What kind of torture is that?

But such emotions dissipated in an instant.

On the three-fold fan, Qing Yurou slapped the Tunxu Pocket. From the moment Zhang Yifeng obtained the Shenguan Palace, the Tunxu Pocket also returned to her hands. A elixir fell into her hand. Qing Yurou used her magic power to disperse the medicinal power of the elixir and sprinkled it into the sky. A spiritual rain fell. Although it could not regenerate the severed limbs, it allowed the flesh of the people that was eaten by the insect plague to recover and the pain and torture dissipated.

Zhang Yifeng flashed and climbed back onto the three-fold fan, thinking about flying away into the distance.

Such scenes are happening every moment in the entire chaotic world.

Even though Zhang Yifeng felt indescribable emotions in his heart, he could not waste any more time here.

Perhaps not long after he left, these people would be invaded and killed by the demons again, but Zhang Yifeng could not just protect these one hundred or so people. The entire Chaos Realm was in dire straits.

“This efficiency is really too slow.”

Looking at the Demon-Slaying Sect behind him, Zhang Yifeng let out a long sigh. People cherish their lives, not only mortals, but also immortals in the eyes of mortals.

Zhang Yifeng didn't find it strange. He just did what was in his heart and couldn't impose his ideas on others.

But his own strength was indeed a little weak. Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng closed his eyes and concentrated. In an instant, groups of illusory matter gradually peeled off from the void and merged into Zhang Yifeng's body. Then, they pulled and pulled the heads and bodies that looked like liquid out of Zhang Yifeng's body.

In an instant, thirteen figures exactly like Zhang Yifeng appeared and stood in the air.

It was the Heaven-Finning Technique that he had obtained from Emperor Xuan.

Now, he has transformed his immortal energy into human Taoist power, and further integrated it with the Chaos Demon Sutra to transform it into chaotic energy. He has never used the Heaven-Dividing Technique again. Right now, this Heaven-Dividing Technique has helped him a lot.

"Go ahead, slay the demons and build up our resolve!"

As soon as Zhang Yifeng said this, thirteen figures shot out at the same time.