Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

"This person still has a chance of survival. If we want to save him, it seems that the only way is to remove this black mucus."

Zhang Yifeng groaned for a moment. He could still feel the faint vitality emanating from the middle-aged monk.

It seems that this black mucus is slowly changing his physique and draining his vitality.

Unless the mucus is separated from the heart, the vitality of this middle-aged monk will be completely replaced by the breath of death released by the mucus.

"Sir, do you need our help?"

Qinggu stepped forward and asked cautiously.

After a brief period of peaceful coexistence, he could probably see that Zhang Yifeng was the kind of person who would respond to soft words but not hard ones.

If you get along with him in a friendly manner, the other party will not make things too difficult for you.

On the contrary, if Qinggu had continued to maintain that unyielding look, Zhang Yifeng might really have killed him on the spot.

"Well, I really might need a little help from you."

Seeing Qinggu coming forward, Zhang Yifeng immediately spoke in a deep voice.

"Sir, if you have any instructions, just tell me. I will do my best to help you."

Qinggu nodded quickly and patted his chest in response.

"It's simple. I just need you to use your innate cold energy to freeze the black slime."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled and pointed at the black mucus wrapped around the middle-aged monk's heart.

"This... Sir, I can only say that I will try my best."

Qinggu exclaimed in astonishment, looking at the wriggling black slime, and said with gritted teeth.

The Snow Clan's innate cold energy is very difficult to control, and freezing this kind of thing seems even more difficult.

Qinggu was not sure whether he could guarantee that he could freeze the black mucus.

"Don't worry, I will help you."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and spoke in a flat tone.

He has now done his best and left the rest to fate, but it is still unclear whether he can rescue the middle-aged monk.

"Okay, then I'll do as you say, sir."

Qinggu swallowed, a determined look in his eyes.

He immediately called upon the brothers behind him to come forward and each of them stimulated the cold air in their bodies.

Pieces of cold mist poured out from the palms of the Snow Clan warriors, and then under their control, the weapons gradually condensed into water and flowed into the black slime.

When the black mucus came into contact with the liquid condensed by the cold air, it began to twitch visibly.

Strands of frost condensed on the mucus, gradually freezing it.

Seeing that everything was moving in a stable direction, Qinggu couldn't help but show excitement on his face.

However, this situation did not last long. The black mucus suddenly vibrated and actually took the initiative to cut off the frozen parts.

At the same time, it drilled towards the middle-aged monk's heart at an extremely fast speed.

Under the invasion of black mucus, the vitality emanating from the middle-aged monk was rapidly weakening.

"Sir, it's not good!"

Seeing this, Qinggu quickly raised his head and shouted in a concentrated voice.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand. He had long guessed that it would not end so easily.

Under the astonished gaze of Qinggu and other Han clan warriors, they saw a large amount of cold mist suddenly surge out of Zhang Yifeng's palm.

The cold mist quickly condensed into ice crystals and then penetrated deeply into the black mucus.

Different from Qinggu and the others' slow freezing method, the part of Zhang Yifeng's ice crystal that pierces the black mucus will quickly solidify and freeze.

In the blink of an eye, the black mucus that was about to penetrate the middle-aged monk's heart was completely frozen by Zhang Yifeng.

Then Zhang Yifeng put his hand on the frozen black mucus and pulled it hard.

Along with the broken ice crystals, the black mucus that was frozen into a strip was thrown to the ground by Zhang Yifeng.

"puff!"

The black mucus fell off the body, and the black substances on the middle-aged monk's body began to fall off immediately.

A large amount of black blood continued to gush out of its mouth.

Although the situation was a little miserable, the middle-aged monk's heart had resumed beating.

The newly created blood surged wildly, flowing into the blood vessels in the body that were previously occupied by black blood.

"almost."

Zhang Yifeng looked at it carefully for a long time, and saw that all the black substance on the middle-aged monk's body fell off and returned to its original state.

He just raised his hand and sent out a stream of spiritual energy, which healed the scar on his heart to its original state.

"hiss!"

The black slime that was frozen on the ground was twisting wildly, trying to break free from the ice crystals.

However, Zhang Yifeng didn't even look at it. After pinching his fingertips twice, a ball of fire wrapped around it.

Under the scorching heat of the flames, the black mucus gradually turned into a black gas and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"My lord, why are you using the innate cold energy of my Snow Clan?"

"And judging from the coldness in your body, it has already reached the level of a royal family. Could it be that you..."

Qinggu swallowed his saliva, a look of panic on his face, and was about to kneel down to salute Zhang Yifeng.

"Don't think too much. I'm just imitating the natural coldness of your Snow Clan."

"As for what you are thinking, that is absolutely impossible. The only royal member of your Snow Clan is Princess Wan."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand, and a stream of spiritual energy flew out and lifted the person up from the ground.

"Is it just imitation?"

Qinggu's pupils constricted and he murmured in disbelief.

The other Snow Clan warriors beside him couldn't help but look at Zhang Yifeng with a little more admiration in their eyes.

If they were originally just afraid of Zhang Yifeng's powerful strength, now they are completely convinced by him.

"Okay, now that this matter is over, you can go wherever you want."

"But I personally suggest that you don't go back to Bai Mu. People like that will definitely be suspicious of you."

"Even if you tell him everything that happened today, he will still kill you in the end."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the middle-aged monk who was in a coma but breathing smoothly, turned his back and spoke to Qinggu and others.

Qinggu was also shocked when he heard this. With his understanding of Elder Bai Mu, he knew that what Zhang Yifeng said was not a guess, but a real drama that would be staged.

Elder Bai Mu is suspicious by nature. If he knew what happened here, he would definitely eradicate them when he returned.

Not even asking what happened in the process.

"Sir, I hope you can show us a clear way!"

Qinggu half-knelt on the ground and asked Zhang Yifeng through gritted teeth.

"Well... I see that you are not the kind of people who are willing to help the evil, and there is still a trace of kindness in your hearts."

"In that case, I will show you a clear path."

"You should go and seek refuge with Princess Wan Renxue and do your best to assist her. You will definitely be of great use in the future."

Seeing Qinggu and others being so sincere, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but have a flash in his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Mr., Your Highness the Princess?"

"Your Excellency, are you kidding me?"

Qinggu was stunned when he heard this, and the others behind him were also looking at Zhang Yifeng's back in astonishment.