Rebirth of the Supreme Immortal Emperor

In the darkness, two figures slowly emerged, and the surging demonic energy, like a tsunami, pounced towards Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Yifeng was not afraid at all and stood in front of Qing Yurou. The two Demon Saints in front of him were not the Immortal Saints who betrayed the human race like Ji Linyang, but complete demons.

The demon's body was covered with muscles, and his surface was covered with a layer of scarlet magic patterns, which were complicated yet had some regularity.

"The king invites you."

One of them spoke in a muffled voice, but the blast of air seemed to crush the surrounding space to pieces.

Your Majesty?

Zhang Yifeng was a little confused. Could it be that these Demon Saints still had demons above their heads?

Above the Demon Saint, there is only the Demon Emperor.

The class divisions among demons are quite clear, and no matter what, these demon saints cannot possibly submit to demons who are also in the holy realm.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou showed a little surprise in their hearts.

"lead the way."

Even so, Zhang Yifeng did not hesitate at all and chose to go and take a look.

Now that I am in the devil's lair, if I reveal even the slightest flaw, I will be doomed.

At the side, many guesses emerged in Qing Yurou's mind, but no matter which guess it was, the identity and origin of the one called the King by the Demon Saint was definitely not something the two of them could deal with.

In the Demon Palace, even the Demon Saint did not seem to attract much attention. Without releasing the demonic energy that was enough to cause strange phenomena in heaven and earth, the two demons in front of him seemed like ordinary demons.

Walking along the way, Zhang Yifeng and Qing Yurou stopped in front of the so-called residence of the Emperor Elephant.

The towering and pointed body of the tower was built with pitch-black stones whose edges and corners were so dark that no light could be seen. The entire tower did not have any light coming through it. If the sky were a little darker, the tower would even completely blend into the darkness.

"This forbidden power..."

Feeling the demonic energy surging in it, although subtle, Zhang Yifeng could be sure that this was the forbidden power, the pressure that belonged only to the powerful emperors.

Just as Qing Yurou said, the Demon Emperor's thoughts have been nurtured and accepted in this Emperor Elephant's residence.

"You stay, you go in."

The Demon Saint stopped Qing Yurou, pointed at Zhang Yifeng, and signaled Zhang Yifeng to enter alone.

As Zhang Yifeng took a step forward, before he even got close to the black tower, everything around him was rushing towards him.

It was exactly the same as the situation before the Three Emperors Hall. When he took this step steadily, what surged in front of Zhang Yifeng's eyes was complete darkness.

This was not nothingness, but pitch black. The power of darkness swept in like a flood. The demonic energy wrapped around Zhang Yifeng and slid across every inch of Zhang Yifeng's body, as if confirming Zhang Yifeng's identity and origin.

Zhang Yifeng could even feel that the pure and condensed demonic energy transformed into arms, coiling around his body.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng didn't even have the chance to resist. The forbidden power was in the darkness, staring at him hungrily.

He could feel the malice that struck deep into his soul, the pure malice that was hard to describe.

"I never thought that my demon clan could have a member with great fortune. This is truly a blessing from Chaos."

In the darkness, accompanied by a childish voice, all the darkness around dissipated, and was replaced by the interior scene of the black tower.

Thirty-six magic patterns are engraved inside the entire black tower. Each of these magic patterns is resisting the prying of the rules of heaven and earth, isolating the supreme will of this chaotic world outside, forming a world of its own to nourish the Demon Emperor's thoughts.

In the center of the black tower, the surging power of the thirty-six magic patterns gathered together. In the scarlet ball of light, a child who looked about seven or eight years old was sitting cross-legged.

The child was naked, with scarlet hair and scarlet eyes. There was an evil charm on his slightly childish face.

Compared to the rough skin of the demon, this child looked more like a human. He sat cross-legged in the ball of light, receiving nourishment from the thirty-six magic patterns.

"I have met the king."

Zhang Yifeng cupped his hands, and the child grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth: "Not bad, interesting!"

As he spoke, a scarlet streak of light flashed in the ball of light, and before Zhang Yifeng could even react, it had already been imprinted on his neck.

"Since you are a member of my demon clan and have such great fortune, I naturally cannot treat you unfairly. Hold my emperor's seal and all the demon saints here will be under your control."

Zhang Yifeng only felt a sharp pain on his neck, followed by a pain that penetrated deep into his soul. His entire soul seemed to be pulled and torn apart. The condensed demonic energy poured into Zhang Yifeng's body, along the crack in his soul, and swallowed up his soul in an instant.

At this moment, Zhang Yifeng only felt that countless extremely crazy emotions were flooding into his mind, destroying his sanity.

After a long time, the clarity in Zhang Yifeng's eyes completely faded, replaced by hysterical violence and bloodthirstiness, like a real demon.

In the ball of light, the child-like Demon Emperor grinned and said, "That's right."

As he spoke, the child stretched out his hand, and violent demonic energy surged out of the black tower, hitting Zhang Yifeng like a wave, and submerged Zhang Yifeng in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, the black tower retreated, and Zhang Yifeng's figure appeared in front of the black tower. He held his head with both hands and wailed in pain. The almost endless demonic energy filled every drop of Zhang Yifeng's blood, tampering with Zhang Yifeng's body.

After a long time, the black air disappeared in an instant, and Zhang Yifeng stood up. The skin all over his body became rough and gray, and the blood flowing in the arteries also turned black and mixed with green, which was extremely weird.

The two Demon Saints were also staring at Qing Yurou at this time, with a playful smile on their faces.

Qing Yurou, who was being guarded by the two Demon Saints, panicked when she saw this. Zhang Yifeng flashed and stretched out his now thick arms with fingers like beast claws, and grabbed Qing Yurou's neck.

Under Qing Yurou's puzzled gaze, Zhang Yifeng held Qing Yurou's body tightly with his two giant hands. As the incomparable strange power came into play, a ball of blood mist exploded in Zhang Yifeng's palms.

Before their eyes, the two Demon Saints suppressed the mockery on their faces and knelt down respectfully to Zhang Yifeng, "Greetings, Apostle."

"Ah."

Zhang Yifeng stared coldly at the Demon Saint in front of him, and his whole aura became extremely gloomy.

"Master Apostle, please come this way. The king has arranged a place for you to stay. It is next to the demon cave and will be more conducive to your cultivation."

"lead the way."

At this time, Zhang Yifeng seemed to have completely turned into a demon. Whether it was his voice, aura or appearance, he no longer had the slightest connection with the human race.