Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor laughed wildly, tightly grasped the sword in his hand, and smashed it down heavily.

Jian Chen knew that this was no longer the time for him to show off his strength, so he immediately mobilized all his magic power to put up a shield.

With a loud bang, Jian Chen was smashed heavily to the ground.

The shield formed by the magic power in the body was instantly shattered under the heavy blow of the blood-red giant.

Jian Chen uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood, and was thrown casually by the blood-colored giant onto the mountain wall nearby.

"puff!"

Another large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the two swords in Jianchen's hands had already flown out.

The lightning on it gradually dimmed, and all this seemed to be foreshadowing that Jian Chen's end was approaching.

"Hehehe, Jianchen, you probably never thought that you would be in this situation today."

"But don't worry, I will get rid of you in the end."

"As for now, I want you to witness the death of your loved ones with your own eyes!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor grinned grimly, and moved his huge body towards Jian Xin who was unconscious on the ground not far away.

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor did not forget his original purpose, which was to make Jian Chen feel despair.

Now that Jian Chen doesn’t even have the strength to fight, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor will naturally not kill him so easily.

Only after Jian Chen understands the despair he once felt, will the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor send him to death!

"no, do not want……"

Jian Chen, who was lying on the ground, raised his head with great effort and did not even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Kenshin, who was lying on the ground, unaware of the impending danger, despair gradually rose in his eyes.

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor grinned grimly and came to Jianxin, ready to crush him into a pulp with one foot.

"Jianchen, watch carefully!"

With a low roar, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor stomped down heavily.

Looking at the falling bloody foot, Jian Chen's eyes were filled with deep despair.

His palm slammed heavily on the ground, and Jian Chen raised his head and let out a cry of grief.

However, at this moment, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor suddenly expressed his doubts, then lowered his head to look at his feet.

It was because he stepped down but didn't feel like he stepped on anything.

Instead, there was a force under his feet that was fighting against him.

"what happened!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor roared, then moved his feet away and looked down.

He saw a figure appearing where Kenshin was supposed to be lying under his feet.

There were layers of dirty blood wrapped around the man's body. It was Zhang Yifeng, the man he thought was dead!

But at this time, the other party kept raising his hand.

Obviously, the one who just stopped the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor was Zhang Yifeng himself.

"Why are you still able to move freely despite the restrictions of the Dirty Blood Divine Art?!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor had a look of astonishment on his face, and he shouted at Zhang Yifeng.

"Tsk tsk, the methods used by you, the Blood Robe Sect, are not only crude, but also so dirty."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and spoke to himself.

At the same time, his whole body shook, and all the dirty blood attached to his body surface was shaken off immediately.

Obviously, the dirty blood was only attached to the surface of his body and did not invade his body at all.

Looking at the dirty blood that was shaken off, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's pupils shrank.

"How is it possible that you don't even have any magic power, but you can resist the erosion of the Dirty Blood Divine Art?"

"It seems that I really underestimated a nobody like you!"

A gloomy look appeared on the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor's face, and his blood-red pupils stared at Zhang Yifeng.

"You talk too much nonsense."

Zhang Yifeng raised his head, and his calm eyes met the angry eyes of the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor.

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor looked at Zhang Yifeng facing him and was still so calm and composed, and the anger in his eyes became even more violent.

"I am going to kill you!"

With a roar, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor completely gave up any conspiracy or trickery against Jianchen and Jianxin.

At this moment, it would be difficult to calm his anger unless he killed Zhang Yifeng with his own hands.

"Really? Then let's give it a try."

Zhang Yifeng raised his eyebrows, then stepped on the ground and his figure continued to retreat backwards.

Upon seeing this, the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor simply left Jianxin lying on the ground and chased after Zhang Yifeng.

As the ground continued to shake, Jian Chen, who was immersed in grief, came back to his senses.

When Jian Chen saw Zhang Yifeng and the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor who was chasing him, his eyes lit up.

Turning to look at his fellow apprentice, he saw Kenshin lying on the ground unharmed.

Suddenly, the despair that had accumulated in Jian Chen's heart disappeared.

Even though his body was so weak, Jian Chen still managed to stand up with the help of the wall.

He staggered to Jianxin's side, and after a careful examination, Jianchen heaved a sigh of relief only after confirming that his junior brother was fine.

Looking at the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor who was gradually being taken away from this place by Zhang Yifeng, Jian Chen clenched his teeth.

After a moment of hesitation, Jian Chen's eyes showed determination.

"Junior brother, I'm sorry, Tianjian Mountain may have to be handed over to you in the future!"

Jian Chen murmured to himself as he helped his fellow apprentice to rest against the wall.

He immediately took out two pills from the storage ring and put them into his mouth. As soon as his magic power recovered a little, he chased in the direction where the Blood-Clothed Ancestor had left.

On the other side, Zhang Yifeng saw that the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor had been led away from the mountain gate by him, and stopped immediately.

Seeing this, the Blood-robed Ancestor who was chasing behind laughed grimly: "What, you finally understand the gap between you and me, and you don't want to run away anymore?"

"Then just let me crush you, this annoying little bug, to death!"

As the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor spoke, he stretched out his hand and was about to grab Zhang Yifeng from the ground.

"Heh, it's not like I haven't killed monsters that are bigger than you before."

"In this world, the difference between victory and defeat is not determined by body size."

Zhang Yifeng stepped on the ground and easily avoided the huge palm extended by the Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor.

"How ridiculous! My ancestor now has the body of a blood god, which is condensed from the blood essence of thousands of cultivators. It surpasses any previous leader of the Blood Robe Sect."

"My blood god body is truly immortal!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor said this with a grim smile, his words full of disdain and arrogance.

"You are a talent to be able to cultivate such an inferior technique to this level."

“But unfortunately, no matter how high one cultivates the small path, it is still vulnerable in front of the real power.”

Zhang Yifeng put one hand behind his back and looked calmly at the blood-red giant in front of him who was more than ten times taller than him.

"Real power? Hahaha, that's ridiculous!"

"You are a piece of trash who doesn't even have a bit of mana in your body, and you dare to talk to me about power."

"If you really have this kind of power, then let me, the ancestor, see it!"

The Blood-Clothed Old Ancestor raised his head and laughed, his words full of disdain and contempt for Zhang Yifeng's arrogance.

"If you want to see it so much, then I'll let you see it."

Zhang Yifeng raised his head and spoke word by word.