Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"Junior Brother Lu Shuang, the situation is urgent now, please don't stop me."

"Otherwise, Fellow Daoist Zhang might be in danger of his life!"

Wang Su was naturally the one who didn't understand the implication in Lu Shuang's words.

Now that he saw that Zhang Yifeng was about to die at the hands of the Blood Demon, how could he just sit back and watch?

If Zhang Yifeng had not taken action just now, Wang Su would probably be lying on the ground with his soul dead.

"Brother Wang Su, I know you are extremely anxious, but please listen to my advice. You don't need to intervene in this battle."

"I hope you can believe that Brother Zhang is strong enough to deal with this mere blood demon."

Lu Shuang remained expressionless upon hearing the voice, staring at Wang Su solemnly.

"Junior Brother Lu Shuang, you!"

Wang Su looked puzzled, totally unaware of why Lu Shuang was so insistent.

Just looking at Lu Shuang who was pressing on his shoulders tightly, the persistence on Wang Su's face gradually collapsed.

“Junior Brother Lu Shuang, are you serious?”

Wang Su pondered for a moment, looked at Lu Shuang with a complicated expression and asked.

"Of course, just keep an eye on it, brother."

Lu Shuang chuckled in reply, then calmly looked towards Zhang Yifeng who was about to face the Blood Demon not far away.

Looking at Lu Shuang's inexplicable confidence, Wang Su pursed his lips.

He had never seen Junior Brother Lu Shuang trust anyone so much.

I still remember that when Lu Shuang was brought over by the head of the sect, Wang Su glanced at him from afar and his eyes met his.

At that time, Lu Shuang's eyes contained many emotions, panic, fear, etc., which can be summed up as distrust of the unfamiliar environment.

And the anxiety and fear caused by what they have experienced.

The headmaster had never told them in detail about Lu Shuang's origins, but more experienced disciples such as Wang Su understood that Lu Shuang was probably a survivor of the evil cultivators' attack on the village.

After all, the reason the sect leader went out before was to quell the evil cultivators who were causing chaos in the area.

He didn't bring anyone with him when he left, but when he came back there was one more person, Lu Shuang. The key is self-evident.

Today has been a whole year since Lu Shuang came to Wushuangmen.

Compared to the beginning, Lu Shuang was obviously much more familiar with the people in Wushuang Sect, and would greet them when he saw them.

However, Wang Su has always been considerate. Whenever he meets Lu Shuang, the other party will greet him with a smile.

Wang Su could always feel a sense of sadness. Although Lu Shuang seemed to be smiling, he did not feel that way.

A few days ago, Lu Shuang's temperament changed drastically, and Wang Su also looked at him from a distance.

This time, Lu Shuang had a blank expression on his face, but Wang Su no longer sensed any sadness from him.

Now looking at Lu Shuang with light in his eyes, Wang Su felt for the first time that the smile on his lips was from the heart.

It was for this reason that Wang Su gave up his insistence and turned to believe what Lu Shuang said.

Perhaps this Fellow Daoist Zhang can really fight against the Blood Demon as Lu Shuang said.

After thinking like this, Wangsu's expression gradually calmed down.

Let’s not talk about Lu Shuang’s situation for now.

The blood demon in front of Zhang Yifeng rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed as if he was in an empty space.

While approaching quickly, the Blood Demon did not forget to speak nonsense.

"Hahaha, is this all the Wushuang Sect is capable of?"

"When you see someone who is not from your sect, you are unwilling to help him?"

"Or are you all so scared by this old man that you dare not move!"

"It doesn't matter. Once we deal with this guy, none of you will be able to escape!"

The strange laughter of the blood demon Yin Jie spread in all directions. Upon hearing the sound, the surrounding Wushuang Sect disciples all clenched their fists with anger on their faces.

The Blood Demon said this because he had noticed Wang Su's movements.

Seeing that he didn't dare to come and cause trouble for him again, a look of contempt flashed in the Blood Demon's eyes.

In his opinion, it was nothing more than a lucky escape by forgetting the world.

Seeing that someone was trying to stop me, I just took the opportunity to back off.

"No matter what, you must die first!"

The Blood Demon came back to his senses with a stir, looking at Zhang Yifeng in front of him with a ferocious expression.

At this time, the dirty blood transformed from the Blood Demon Spear had already covered Zhang Yifeng's entire arm, wriggling like a leech.

The Blood Demon knew very well that this was the result of the effect of his Divine Blood Skill.

Not to mention that Zhang Yifeng was standing there motionless in the face of his attack, and it was obvious that he had been controlled by the dirty blood.

"go to hell!"

The blood demon raised his right hand with a crazy look, and at the same time, the blood demon shadow behind him also raised its giant claws.

A large amount of filthy blood was flowing in the dark red giant claws.

As the Blood Demon clapped his hands, the blood-colored demon shadow stood up and also swung its giant claws towards Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng looked calmly at the giant claw that was about to fall from his head, unmoved at all.

Finally, with a loud bang, the blood-colored demon's giant claws instantly pressed Zhang Yifeng under their claws.

The smoke and dust filled the sky, centered on the giant claw, and floated in all directions.

"Cough cough."

The Wushuang Sect disciples who were closer had dust all over their faces and they quickly stretched out their hands to disperse the smoke and dust in front of them.

As a breeze blew by, the smoke and dust in the sky were immediately blown away.

What was revealed was a huge dark red claw that had already slammed into the ground.

The claw marks left by the giant claws were engraved on the ground, and the spiritual bricks paved on the ground in front of the Wushuangmen Mountain Gate were cracked.

"Friend Daoist Zhang!"

Wang Su exclaimed in surprise and looked at the scene in disbelief.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng's figure was no longer visible on the ground. It could only be that he was under the giant claws of the blood-colored demon shadow behind the Blood Demon.

With this kind of force and momentum, if you are hit head-on, there is absolutely no chance of survival!

Wang Su clenched his fists, his anger filled with nowhere to vent, so he could only glare at the blood demon fiercely.

"I want you to pay with blood!"

Wang Su was filled with rage and immediately summoned the red divine sword, ready to charge towards the blood demon.

At the same time, he was regretting in his heart why he listened to Lu Shuang's words and did not rescue Zhang Yifeng in time.

With a heart full of rage, Wang Su was about to rush towards the blood demon.

However, a figure blocked his way again, it was still Lu Shuang.

"Junior Brother Lu Shuang, are you still going to stop me?"

Wang Su suppressed the anger in his heart, clenched his fists and asked Lu Shuang.

His eyes were filled with grief and anger. His savior died right in front of him, but he didn't have time to help.

Deeply influenced by the Heavenly Fan, Wang Su felt that it would not be an exaggeration to repay the life-saving grace with his own life.

"Brother Wang Su, don't worry. This matter is not over yet."

"The opponent of this evil demon is still Brother Zhang."

Lu Shuang just chuckled and didn't show any strange expression towards Wang Su's anger.

Because he understood that with his level of cultivation that had forgotten the world, he could not see what the situation was like on the field.

This blood demon is just a demon in the small Qinghuang Realm. Even if he possesses evil magic, he can never hurt a hair of the famous God of Death.