Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor let out bursts of strange laughter and looked at the only trace on the ground that could represent that Xuanming had ever existed here, the ball of black ash that he had transformed into.

Jian Chen stared at the Blood-Clothed Ancestor and felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the Blood-Clothed Ancestor's brain.

"Why, Blood-Cloaked Ancestor, after refining himself into a pool of dirty blood, has he even lost his brain?"

With a sneer, Jian Chen pointed the thunder sword in his hand at the face of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

"Brain? Hahahaha, I don't need that kind of thing at all."

"As long as I can gain greater strength, I will give you anything in exchange."

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor laughed loudly, and then a blood-red spear slowly appeared in his palm.

"Why, you don't care about the disciples behind you?"

Seeing this, Jian Chen narrowed his eyes and looked behind the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor.

Behind him was the disciple of the Blood Robe Sect who had failed to dodge in time when faced with Jian Xin's Purple Thunder Sword.

At this time, these people were either hit head-on by the Purple Thunder Sword or turned into ashes on the spot.

Or they were affected and although they are not dead yet, they are already dying.

Overall, these disciples were in a panic and were now scrambling to save their fellow disciples who were still breathing.

"They? They are just a bunch of weaklings who depend on me."

"The world of the strong has no room for the weak. They will understand."

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor laughed grimly, not caring at all about the casualties of his disciples behind him.

"There is really no cure."

Jian Chen spoke in a cold tone, and stopped talking after picking up his two swords.

He could see that the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor had already gone mad.

"Come on, let's get this damn thing over with!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor laughed grimly, raised the blood-red spear in his hand, and rushed straight towards Jian Chen.

Jian Chen was naturally unwilling to be outdone, and he also rushed towards the Blood-Clothed Ancestor with his sword in hand.

Neither side held back or tested anything, and every blow was aimed at the other's life.

In an instant, blood and lightning intertwined together.

Meanwhile, on another side of the Tianjian Mountain battlefield, the disciples of the Wushuang Sect had already started fighting with the evil cultivators.

Zhang Yifeng and Lu Shuang were left on the flying boat.

Zhang Yifeng originally wanted to attack together with the disciples of Wushuang Sect, but was stopped on the spot.

The disciples of Wushuang Sect said that since Zhang Yifeng had no cultivation base, it would be better for him to stay on the flying boat and attack the cultivators of Xiewei Sect from a distance with Lu Shuang.

Lu Shuang's flying boat is equipped with a huge cannon, which uses spirit stones as energy and can fire spiritual energy cannons for long-range attacks.

The meteor that had previously bombarded the Evil Tail Demon was a spiritual energy shell fired from the giant cannon.

At this time, the people of Wushuang Sect were fighting with the evil cultivators and for a while they had the upper hand.

After all, the advance attack by the spiritual energy cannon had already caused considerable casualties among the evil cultivators.

The remaining evil cultivators also had injuries on their bodies.

Facing the Wushuang Sect disciples who were in full force, he was bound to be at a disadvantage after a prolonged battle.

"These people seem to think you can't be of any help."

Lu Shuang stood at the bow and spoke to Zhang Yifeng with interest.

Zhang Yifeng could only shrug helplessly upon hearing this.

"There's nothing I can do. They haven't seen me take action."

"Besides, these disciples are also concerned about you and me. After all, I really don't have any cultivation at the moment."

"Even if you practice hard in this month, you can only catch up with the ordinary disciples of Wushuang Sect."

Zhang Yifeng spoke in a calm tone. He could understand the choices of these Wushuang Sect disciples.

"That being said, are you sure you want to stand here?"

"Among this group of evil cultivators, there is one guy who is difficult to deal with."

After Lu Shuang finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked at a figure that was continuously shooting fireballs in the air.

That person was actually the evil old demon Xiewei. At this moment, he shot out a fireball, which was enough to repel a disciple of Wushuang Sect.

That is to say, these disciples were protected by the formation plate given by Lu Shuang, otherwise, a single blow from the evil-tailed old demon would have killed them on the spot.

“Heh, the boys from Wushuang Sect are well prepared!”

“But if you think you can deal with me based on your abilities, that’s a joke!”

The old demon Xiewei laughed out loud as he looked at the disciples of the Wushuang Sect who were defeated by him.

At the same time, a ball of fire rose up in his palm, and a huge fireball was brewing in the palm of the evil-tailed old demon.

"All of you, go and die for me!"

With a wild laugh, the evil old demon threw the fireball in his hand at the Wushuang Sect disciples who were forced together.

At this time, most of the disciples' formation plates were destroyed due to suffering too many attacks.

A scorching breath hit him in the face and he was about to be swallowed by the fireball.

At the critical moment, a figure rushed out from the flying boat and instantly arrived in front of the group of Wushuang disciples.

"Borrow the sword and use it."

Zhang Yifeng took the sword from a Wushuang Sect disciple without even looking back.

Looking at the fireball that was about to fall in front of him, Zhang Yifeng curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer.

"This is quite interesting. It can barely be considered a more advanced trick."

After a calm voice, Zhang Yifeng raised the sword in his hand.

Instantly, a red light condensed on the sword, and unparalleled will spread throughout the entire place.

A red light streaked across the sky and slashed down heavily.

Immediately, the fireball in front of him was split into two and smashed heavily onto the ground on both sides.

"Is this, unparalleled sword intent?!"

"Could it be the Heavenly Fan?"

Behind the fireball, looking at the rising red sword intent and the extremely powerful and unparalleled will, the pupils of the evil-tailed old demon shrank.

If it really was Tian Shanzi who came, he would definitely not be his opponent!

In an instant, the evil-tailed old demon began to feel like retreating.

"Haha, don't worry, Senior Tian Shanzi didn't come."

"Today, your opponent is me."

The rising red sword intent slowly gathered and finally returned to the long sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand.

Looking at the evil old demon not far away, Zhang Yifeng's tone was full of provocation.

"Ah you are……"

The evil-tailed old demon was slightly stunned, staring at the long sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand that was emitting red divine light.

The unparalleled sword intent that he just felt seemed to come from this guy who didn't have any trace of cultivation?

Seeing this situation, the evil-tailed old demon calmed down instead.

Since Tian Shanzi didn't come, no matter who this unknown young man is, he can never be his opponent!

"Boy, I don't know who you are."

"But since you dare to interfere in the affairs of my evil old demon, be prepared to pay the price!"

The evil-tailed old demon grinned fiercely, and in an instant a fireball condensed in his palm again.

"Zhang, Fellow Daoist Zhang, this guy is the leader of the Xiewei Sect, the Xiewei Old Demon!"

"You can't be his opponent, go away!"

Behind Zhang Yifeng, the Wushuang Sect disciple whose weapon Zhang Yifeng had just borrowed from him frowned and shouted hurriedly when he heard the voice.