Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

Lu Shuang stood there, his expression gradually becoming more excited as he muttered to himself.

He determined that he was not angry because the Wushuang Gate was damaged.

With this thought in mind, the anger in Lu Shuang's heart gradually cooled down.

"You are a bunch of ants, trying to snatch my prey, you all deserve to die!"

Clenching his fists, Lu Shuang completely focused all his anger on these evil people.

Thinking about the existence of the Blood-Clothed Ancestor in Tianjian Mountain, Lu Shuang immediately set off and headed towards Tianjian Mountain.

At this time in Tianjian Mountain, Jian Chen was struggling to deal with those evil spies who had taken the Blood-Raging Pill.

Under normal circumstances, even if these spies had taken the Blood-Spurting Pill, they would not be able to defeat Jian Chen.

Unfortunately, Jian Chen's body has suffered considerable damage because he had forcibly broken through the blockade of the Blood-Drool Ancestor's Divine Blood Art.

Every time he swung the sword and stimulated the magic power in his body, the spiritual veins throughout his body would suffer backlash.

The hot blood in his body surged uncontrollably, and after a sword strike, blood always flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth.

Not to mention that in this situation, Jian Chen also had to protect his junior brother who had already fainted.

At this time, facing the siege of a group of evil spies, Jian Chen had already shown signs of defeat.

Seeing this, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor did not rush to kill Jian Chen. Instead, he watched with interest the scene of this trapped beast fighting hard.

"Hahaha, this is not bad. Experience this despair slowly, Jianchen."

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor laughed grimly.

The dirty blood in his body turned into a blood chair, and he sat on it, watching everything with great interest.

"Blood-robed Ancestor!"

Jian Chen's face showed a ferocious expression and a large mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

At the same time, lightning burst out from the sword in his hand, and with a swing of the sword, he once again blocked the siege of the evil spies around him.

Turning his head and staring at the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor, Jian Chen's eyes were full of determination.

"Master Bloody, I will not fall into evil as you think!"

"Even if I die today, I will die as a righteous man and the head of Tianjian Mountain!"

"Instead of falling into the evil path as you imagined, and being spurned by the righteous path!"

Even though Jian Chen was seriously injured, the brilliance in his eyes was still captivating.

When the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor heard this, he suddenly stood up from the bloody chair.

A ferocious look was revealed on the face that was covered with dirty blood.

"So you figured it out? That's right, I did all this to make you fall into the evil path!"

"It's just that I didn't expect that you, Jianchen, are so young, but your character is so tough."

"Nothing has happened to make you despair."

"In that case, I will personally send you off!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor grinned grimly, raised his hand and waved it, and the blood chair behind him turned into three blood-red spears.

The three blood-red spears flew out towards Jian Chen's direction.

Jian Chen had just repelled the invading evil spies, but now faced with the blatant attack from the Blood-Clothed Group, he was unable to fight back for a moment.

Three bloody spears were approaching and were about to pierce Jianchen's chest.

At the critical moment, a long sword flew from a distance and directly cut off the three blood spears.

But at the same time, the sword fell to the ground and broke into two pieces in an instant.

"who?!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction where the long sword was flying.

However, there was no figure appearing behind him, but the long sword could not have flown over by itself for no reason.

Just as the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor was puzzled, a sound of breaking air suddenly came from above his head.

Then there was a loud bang, as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

"Ugh!"

At the same time, there were also painful wails.

When the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor turned around again, he saw figures lying on the ground. They were the evil spies controlled by him.

These evil spies were now lying on the ground in layers.

And there was a man sitting at the very top, looking the Blood-Clothed Ancestor up and down.

The Blood-Clothed Ancestor looked at these evil spies, his veins still bulging on his body, and it was obvious that the effect of the Blood-Spurting Pill had not yet worn off.

But under the influence of the Blood Rage Pill, they should not feel any pain.

At this moment, they were stacked together, but moaning and wailing continued to come from their mouths.

The culprit behind all this is undoubtedly the guy sitting above these people.

"You are……"

On the other side, Jian Chen, who was saved from danger, looked at the person who suddenly arrived with a confused look on his face.

Everything just happened too fast. He only heard a loud bang, and then dozens of evil spies all fell to the ground.

"You are the Blood-robed Ancestor?"

Zhang Yifeng sat on the body of an evil spy, touched his chin and asked the Blood-Clothed Old Team.

"Who are you?"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor stared at Zhang Yifeng and asked in a serious tone.

"Guests from Wushuang Sect, entrusted by Senior Tianshanzi, come to rescue Tianjian Mountain."

Zhang Yifeng stood up and landed next to Jian Chen.

"You are the head of Tianjian Mountain, right?"

Without paying any more attention to the Blood-Clothed Ancestor, Zhang Yifeng asked Jian Chen in a calm voice.

"Yes."

Jian Chen withdrew his astonished gaze and nodded stiffly in response.

But his eyes soon sparkled with a gleam of light, after all, Zhang Yifeng personally admitted that it was Wushuangmen who came to rescue him.

However, after careful sensing, he soon discovered that there was not even the slightest fluctuation of magic power on Zhang Yifeng's body.

"Sir, Tianjianshan accepts the request from Wushuang Sect to rescue us."

"But this Blood-robed Ancestor has great demonic power. You should leave as soon as possible."

"Please take my junior brother with you."

Jian Chen pursed his lips, took a long breath, and then spoke to Zhang Yifeng in a concentrated voice.

At the same time, he did not forget to get rid of Zhang Yifeng and took his junior brother away.

"Huh, you want to leave? Have you asked me?"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor naturally could not agree to this. At this time, he also discovered that Zhang Yifeng had no magic power in his body.

The heart that was originally hanging in the air suddenly calmed down.

"Boy, Wushuangmen is not our target. Leave now by yourself. I will pretend that nothing happened."

"Don't take advantage of your status as a physical cultivator to do whatever you want in front of me!"

"My Blood Robe Sect can easily deal with physical cultivators like you!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Team member looked at Zhang Yifeng with disdain and said in a cold voice.

Zhang Yifeng listened to what the two said, and his expression did not change at all.

"Haha, don't worry, senior, I won't leave."

"As for your junior brother, please let the senior protect him alone."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled, waved his hand, and turned to look at the Blood-Clothed Ancestor.

"This is really ugly, but I seem to have heard what you said before."

"But do you know what that person's fate was?"

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile on his face.

"Boy, what are you talking about? I think you are looking for death!"